I am weary, I will not live to see more trouble; life is hard and death is easy.

Finish your own battle, Swallow, and fly out your flight alone," and drawing a knife from her girdle Sihamba laid it upon her knee.
"Do you mean that you will kill yourself if I refuse your prayer ?" "Nothing less, sister, and at once, for I thirst, and would seek some land where there is water, or where we need none.

It comes to this, then: if you consent I may live, if you refuse I must die." "I cannot do it," moaned Suzanne.

"Let us die together." Now Sihamba crept to her and whispered in her ear: "Think of Ralph Kenzie and of what his life must be if you should die.
Think of those children who will come, and of that first kiss of love found again which you must miss in death, whatever else it may have to give.

Think of the knife's point that you would change for it, or the last sick rush down a mountain height of space.