Olaf, take those drugged fruits and set them in the drawer of yonder table; lock it and guard the key, lest they should poison other honest animals." I obeyed and returned to my station.
She looked at me and said: "I grow weary of the sight of you standing there like a statue of the Roman Mars, with your sword half hid beneath your cloak; and, what's more, I hate this hall; it reeks of Constantine and his drink and lies.
Oh! he's vile, and for my sins God has made me his mother, unless, indeed, he was changed at birth, as I've been told, though I could never prove it.

Give me your hand and help me to rise.

So, I thank you.

Now follow me.

We'll sit a while in my private chamber, where alone I can be happy, since the Emperor never comes there.