Oh, Rima, child of the woman I saved from death, have you no compassion?
I shall die, I shall die!" "Shall you die?
Not until you have shown me the way to Riolama.

And when I have seen Riolama with my eyes, then you may die, and I shall be glad at your death; and the children and the grandchildren and cousins and friends of all the animals you have slain and fed on shall know that you are dead and be glad at your death.

For you have deceived me with lies all these years even me--and are not fit to live! Come now to Riolama; rise instantly, I command you!" Instead of rising he suddenly put out his hand and snatched up the knife from the ground.

"Do you then wish me to die ?" he cried.

"Shall you be glad at my death?
Behold, then I shall slay myself before your eyes.