I will not speak the name.

It is holy not to be mentioned.

It is the name of one who stands with the white angels before God; not to be mentioned by poor drunken Hans.

Still, who stood at your side in that great fight?
Ah! it makes me young again to think of it, when the roof burned; when the door was broken down; when we met the Quabies on the spears; when you held the pistol to the head of the Holy One whose name must not be mentioned, the Great One who knew how to die.
Oh! Baas, our lives are twisted up together like the creeper and the tree, and where you go, there I must go also.

Do not turn me away.