I have said that I want to pluck this tall white flower of yours, and I will pluck her.

I know where she dwells.

Yes, just where the wagon she sleeps in stands in the line, for my spies have told me, and I will give orders that whoever is killed, she is to be spared and brought to me living.

So perhaps you will meet this wife of yours here, Macumazahn." Now, at these ominous words, that might mean so much or so little, the sweat started to my brow, and a shiver went down my back.
"Perhaps I shall and perhaps I shall not, O king," I answered.

"The world is as full of chances to-day as it was not long ago when I shot at the sacred vultures on Hloma Amabutu.