Thus they stayed a while, murmuring words of love and greeting.
"Is it your pleasure that I should leave you ?" asked Metem presently.
"No?
Then, Prince, I would have you remember that you are still very weak and should not give way to violent emotions." "Listen, Aziel," said Elissa, untwining his arms from about her neck, "there is no time for tenderness; moreover, you should show none to one who, in name at least, is still the high-priestess of Baaltis, though in truth she worships her no longer.

It was noble of you indeed to offer incense upon the altar of El that my life might be saved.

But when I prayed you not, I spoke from the heart, and bitterly, bitterly do I grieve that for my sake you should have stained your hands with such a sin.

Moreover, it will avail nothing, for the doom of the prophet Issachar lies upon us, and I cannot escape from death, neither can you escape remorse, and as I think, that worst of all desires--the desire for the dead." "Can we not still flee the city ?" asked Aziel.
"Metem will tell you that it is impossible; day and night I am watched and guarded, yes, Mesa dogs me from door to door.

Also Ithobal holds Zimboe so firmly in his net that no sparrow could fly out of it and he not know.