"Throw yourself upon me, and do with me what you will; I will not prevent you.

Here I shall stand, and I will not fight, for you have so far hit the truth--this holy place is not an arena.

But the Gaulish lady belongs neither to you nor to me, and who gives you a claim-- ?" "Who gives me a right over her ?" interrupted Polykarp, stepping close up to his questioner with sparkling eyes.

"He who permits the worshipper to speak of his God.

Sirona is mine, as the sun and moon and stars are mine, because they shed a beautiful light on my murky path.