I love this woman and she loves me, because such is our destiny, and no barriers which man may build can serve to separate us.

Also of this I am assured, that by your plots you draw the evils you would ward away upon the heads of us all, for from them shall spring war, and deaths, and misery.
"For the rest, do not think, Metem and Issachar, that I, whom you betrayed, and the woman you have ruined with a crown of greatness she did not seek, are clay to be moulded at your will.

It is another hand than yours which fashioned the vessel of our destiny; nor can you stay our lips from drinking of the pure wine that fills it.

Farewell," and with a grave inclination of the head he left the room.
Metem watched him go, then he turned to Issachar and said:-- "I have earned my hire well, and you must pay the price, but now it troubles me to think that I touched this business.

Why it is I cannot say, but it comes upon me that the prince speaks truth, and that no plot of ours can avail to separate these two who were born to each other, although it well may happen that we shall unite them in death alone.
Issachar," he added with fierce conviction, "I will not take your gold, for it is the price of blood! I tell you it is the price of blood!" "Take it or no, as you will, Phoenician," answered the Levite; "at least I am well pleased that the promise of it bought your service.