Drink." So I drank and bethought me that the draught might be poisoned.

Yet so thirsty was I that I finished it, every drop.
"Now am I a dead man ?" I asked, as I put down the gourd.
"No, no, Macumazahn," she who called herself Naya replied in a soft voice; "not a dead man, only one who will sleep and forget." Then I lost count of everything and slept--for how long I know not.
When I awoke again it was broad daylight; in fact, the sun stood high in the heavens.

Perhaps Naya had put some drug into my milk, or perhaps I had simply slept.

I do not know.

At any rate, I was grateful for that sleep, for without it I think that I should have gone mad.