I will not kill her as she would have killed me.

Warn her, not me.

Go to her and say, 'Israel Kafka has promised before God that he will take your blood in expiation, and there is no escape from the man who is himself ready to die.' Tell her to fly for her life, and that quickly." "And what will you gain by doing this murder ?" asked the Wanderer, calmly.

He was revolving schemes for Unorna's safety, and half amazed to find himself forced in common humanity to take her part.
"I shall free myself of my shame in loving her, at the price of her blood and mine.

Will you go ?" "And what is to prevent me from delivering you over to safe keeping before you do this deed ?" "You have no witness," answered Kafka with a smile.