I spoke to her encouragingly, and wrapped her in my coat, and rubbed her hands and feet, until at last she began to recover.

Then she wept quietly for a long time; then the weeping fit passed away.

She looked up with a smile, and in her face there was unutterable gratitude.
"Atam-or," said she, "I never loved death like the rest of the Kosekin; but now--but now--I feel that death with you would be sweet." Then tears came to her eyes, and I found tears coming to my own, so that I had to stoop down and kiss away the tears of Layelah.

As I did so she twined both her arms around my neck, held me close to her, and sighed.
"Oh, Atam-or, death with you is sweet! And now you cannot reproach me-- You have done this yourself, with your terrible power; and you have saved my life to let me die with you.

You do not hate me, then, Atam-or, do you?
Just speak once to a poor little girl, and say that you do not hate her!" All this was very pitiable.