Amalekite is written upon his raiment, and he is ever attired as becomes a bridegroom to the shameless harlot ruling this devils' den.

Marry, he may be good enough wielding a sword, yet will prove the undoing of all who company with him in this adventure." "You are unjustly angry," I insisted, striving to make light of his words.

"I value not the mercy of the woman, yet she used the only means she had for restraining her savage followers.

It was stern necessity driving her to reliance on the magic of your red hair with which to save us all.

No doubt she intends giving you early release from so painful a situation." "You also are bewitched by her vain fleshly beauty," he bellowed stoutly.