They were to be outcasts, beggars on the highways.

And that is what the Lady Om and I became, beggars on the highways.
Forty long years of persecution followed, for Chong Mong-ju's hatred of the Lady Om and me was deathless.

Worse luck, he was favoured with long life as well as were we cursed with it.

I have said the Lady Om was a wonder of a woman.

Beyond endlessly repeating that statement, words fail me, with which to give her just appreciation.