So you will get your rose till it withers, and if the thorns prick, do not blame me, and one day you may become a king--or a slave, Amen knows which." Now I laughed and said that I would take her counsel who desired Amada and nothing else.

As for all her talk about thorns, I paid no heed to it, knowing that she loved me very much and was jealous of Amada who she thought would take her place with me..