She who has gone pointed out to you, I doubt not, a road that runs to the upper air.

I think that it is still open.

Indeed," he added, closing his eyes for a moment, "I see that it is still open, if long and difficult.

Follow it, and should you win through, take your boat and sail away as swiftly as you can.

Whether you die or live I care nothing, but my hands will be clean of your blood, although yours are stained with Yva's.