“And why not?” said he, “since I have just slain the best friend that I ever had, though he was nought willing to fight with me, and only for this, that I saw thee toying with him; though forsooth thou hast said truly that thou hadst more reason to hate him than love him. Well, since thou wilt not have this youngling slain, I may deem at least that he is no devil of thy making, else wouldst thou be glad of his slaying, so that he might be out of the path of thee; so a man he is, and a well-favoured one, and young; and valiant, as it seemeth: so I suppose that he is thy lover, or will be one day—well then—”
And he lifted his hand again, but again she stayed him, and said: “Look thou, I will buy him of thee: and, indeed, I owe him a life.” “How is that?” said he. “Why wouldst thou know?” sh
