If you go back you must surely die; but now, if you will be guided by me, I can take you to the land of the Orin.

There they all hate death, they love life, they live in the light.

There you will find those who are like yourself; there you can love and be happy." "But what of Almah ?" I asked.
Layelah made a pretty gesture of despair.
"You are always talking of Almah," said she.

"What is Almah to you?
She is cold, dull, sad! She never will speak.

Let her go." "Never!" said I."Almah is worth more than all the world to me." Layelah sighed.
"I can never, never, never," said she, "get from you the least little bit of a kind word--even after all that I have done for you, and when you know that I would lie down and let you trample me under your feet if it gave you any pleasure." "Oh, that is not the question at all," said I."You are asking me to leave Almah--to be false to her--and I cannot." "Among the Kosekin," said Layelah, "it is the highest happiness for lovers to give one another up." "I am not one of the Kosekin," said I."I cannot let her go away--I cannot let her go back to the amir--to meet death alone.