You have chosen your own path apart from your people.

It may be well, or it may be ill, or perhaps both, and henceforth you must walk it alone to wherever it may lead.

Farewell, for perhaps we shall meet no more.' "Thus speaking they passed out of earshot, but I could see that still she pleaded and still he shook his head.

In the end, however, she gave him an offering, of all that she had I think, though whether this went to the temple of the Hebrews or into his own pouch I know not.

At least it seemed to soften him, for he kissed her on the brow tenderly enough and departed with the air of a happy merchant who has sold his wares.
But of all that passed between them Merapi would tell me nothing.