I could not love your relation, for he was no warrior.

It is not true that my husband asked for a fetish--it was I who bought it, for I would not wed him.

Kill me and be satisfied.
"She was very beautiful, and I wondered not that my enemy loved her--and she was with child--it was his child, and she had fetished my friend to death.

I raised my sword to strike, and she did not shrink: it saved her life.

'Thou art fit to be the mother of warriors,' said I, as I dropped my sword, 'and thou shalt be my wife, but first his child shall be born, and I will have thy husband's skull.' "'No, no,' replied she, 'I will be the mother of no warriors but by my present husband, whom I love; if you keep me as your slave I will die.' "I told her she said foolish things, and sent her to the women's apartment, with orders to be watched--but she hardly had been locked up before she drew her knife, plunged it into her heart, and died.
"When the king my father heard this he sent me a message--'Be satisfied with the blood that has been shed, it is enough'; but I turned away, for I wished for mine enemy's skull.