The lady Elissa and I have quarrelled beyond repair over that accursed sacrifice----" "Which her ready wit prevented," put in Metem.
"But I promised last night that I would help her if I could," the prince went on, "and I always keep my word." "I understand, Prince.

Well, since you turn from the lady, whose name with yours is so much in men's mouths just now, doubtless you will give her wise counsel, namely, to wed Ithobal, and lift the shadow of war from this city.

Then, indeed, we shall all be grateful to you, for it seems that no one else can move her stubbornness.

And, by the way: If, when she has listened to your wisdom, the daughter of Sakon should chance to explain to you that the sight of this day's attempted sacrifice filled her with horror, and that she parted with every jewel she owns to put an end to it--well, her words will be true.

But, since you have quarrelled, they will have no more interest for you, Prince, than has my talk about them.