But we must care for you, though in your heart this moment you may resent a wish to live.

But your father commanded me!" She gave him attention.
"Let us not carry peril with us," he added in a half-whisper.

"Let us not carry food for pestilence with us." "I do not understand," she answered, adopting his low tone.
"The more we are, the more of us to die.

You must live; I must live," he explained, nodding toward Momus.
After a little silence, she asked: "Do we not ride toward the frosts ?" "Yes; but even now pestilence may ride on beside us--your servant and this woman.

Let us save ourselves." "Abandon them ?" she questioned.
"Lest they go on without us," he added.
Momus turned suddenly and gazed at Aquila.