Beguiled with some fairy tale about revisiting the islands of Paradise, they are led to the secret sacrifice, and perish unknown to their kindred.
But, would that all this had been hidden from me at the time.

For Yillah was lovely enough to be really divine; and so I might have been tranced into a belief of her mystical legends.
But with what passionate exultation did I find myself the deliverer of this beautiful maiden; who, thinking no harm, and rapt in a dream, was being borne to her fate on the coast of Tedaidee.

Nor now, for a moment, did the death of Aleema her guardian seem to hang heavy upon my heart.

I rejoiced that I had sent him to his gods; that in place of the sea moss growing over sweet Yillah drowned in the sea, the vile priest himself had sunk to the bottom.
But though he had sunk in the deep, his ghost sunk not in the deep waters of my soul.

However in exultations its surface foamed up, at bottom guilt brooded.