It is impossible.

Since my father is dead, I must return to my home." "No," said Umballa.
"I refuse to stir!" She was all afire of a sudden: the base trickery which had brought her here! She was very lovely to the picturesque savage who stood at her elbow.
As he looked down at her, in his troubled soul Umballa knew that it was not the throne so much as it was this beautiful bird of paradise which he wished to cage.
"Be brave," he said, "like your father.

I do not wish to use force, but you must go.

It is useless to struggle.

Come." She hung back for a moment; then, realizing her utter helplessness, she signified that she was ready to go.