I shall ask my father to send captains of war and fighting men to convert them to your faith, Marco Polo, or lop off their heads.

And we can send a few hundreds to the Pope at Rome, and he will never know how they were converted, and he will be satisfied.

Only let you not be going away from me in my moonlit garden.

You will only be turning to trade, Marco Polo, and marrying a woman.

Let you stay here in the moonlit garden!" "Ah, little Golden Bells, there is no place in the world like your moonlit garden.