"Is it ended ?" "Not quite," she answered.

"These Western lords, I give them to you; I absolve them from their promise.

Why should they perish in a lost cause?
If they take their wisdom to you to use against me, you have vowed them their lives, and, perhaps, that of their brother, your captive.

There is a slave of yours also--you spoke of him, or your servant did--Singer of Egypt is his name.

One of them knew him as a child; perchance you will not refuse him to that man." She paused, but Barung made no answer.
"Go, my friends," she went on, turning toward us.