For he had much gold to spare;
Next day he went to the market place
And bought with a better care.
But when my slave had been killed with words
I placed at her head a stone:
‘Here sleeps the one that I loved most dear
While I go my way—alone!’
“We bought two slaves on the Block of Life,
The Pagan and I one day;
But he killed his with a short, curved sword,