"Listen; I will this of thee, that thou reveal to us the chamber where are the shining stones." "Ha! ha!" she piped, "none know its secret but I, and I will never tell thee.

The white devils shall go hence empty-handed." "Thou shalt tell me.

I will make thee tell me." "How, O king?
Thou art great, but can thy power wring the truth from a woman ?" "It is difficult, yet will I do so." "How, O king ?" "Nay, thus; if thou tellest not thou shalt slowly die." "Die!" she shrieked in terror and fury; "ye dare not touch me--man, ye know not who I am.

How old think ye am I?
I knew your fathers, and your fathers' fathers' fathers.

When the country was young I was here; when the country grows old I shall still be here.