He turned a white, scared face with fear-dilated eyes upward, and said in a half-choked voice: "What's the matter?
If what you say's true, give me eternal life, and I'll give it to Science." "My young friend," said Phadrig, with a slow shake of his head, "you are grievously mistaken.

You have eternal life already.

You may kill your body, or it may die of age or disease, but the life of your soul is not yours to take or keep.

Only the High Gods can dispose of that.

Who am I that I should abet you in defying their decrees?
Here is my refusal of your mad request." He plucked the rose which Caine had touched, held it to his lips and breathed on it.