As they were about to drive from the field I saw a trembling hand at the door of my cab; it was that of my adversary.

I shook my head in reply; I was in such a rage that I could not pardon him, although I felt that his repentance was sincere.
By the time I reached home I had lost much blood and felt relieved, for feebleness saved me from the anger which was doing me more harm than my wound.

I willingly retired to my bed and called for a glass of water, which I gulped down with relish.
But I was soon attacked by fever.

It was then I began to shed tears.

I could understand that my mistress had ceased to love me, but not that she could deceive me.