You shall even teach me your faith, if you will, for what is good to you is henceforth good to me.
Ask what you wish of me, and as an earnest I will do it if I can." Now Alan looked at her.

There was one thing that he wished above all others--that she would let him go.

But this he did not dare to ask; moreover, it would have been utterly useless.

After all, if the Asika's love was terrible, what would be the appearance of her outraged hate?
What could he ask?
More gold?
He hated the very name of the stuff, for it had brought him here.

He remembered the old cannibal chief, Fahni, who, like himself, languished a prisoner, daily expecting death.