When morning began to dawn she said, "Thou wouldst not be called an angel last evening, but thou art truly one.

For what else are angels than messengers of the Most High God ?" "In that sense," rejoined Heimbert, "I am well satisfied with the name, for I certainly hope that I am the bearer of my Master's message.
Yes, if he bestows on me further grace and strength, it may even be that you also may become my companion in the pious work." "It is not impossible," said Zelinda thoughtfully.

"Thou must, however, come with me to my island, and there thou shalt be regaled as is befitting such an ambassador, far better than here on the desolate sand, with the miserable palm-wine that thou hast so laboriously obtained." "Pardon me," replied Heimbert; "it is difficult to me to refuse the request of a lady, but on this occasion it cannot be otherwise.

In your island many glorious things have been conjured together by your forbidden art, and many lovely forms which the good God has created have been transformed.

These might dazzle my senses, and at last delude them.
If you will, therefore, hear the best and purest things which I can relate to you, you must rather come out to me on this desert sand.