"Allah does not need you yet.

I have told you that it is not fated.

Now will you pass me your word--for being of the blood of Salah-ed-din and D'Arcy, you, too, cannot lie--that neither now nor afterwards you will attempt to harm yourself?
If not, I must bind you, which I am loth to do--it is a sacrilege to which I pray you will not force me." "Promise, Rosamund," said the hollow voice of her father, "and go to fulfil your fate.

Self-murder is a crime, and the man is right; it is decreed.

I bid you promise." "I obey and promise," said Rosamund.