"But from you, O god or devil, who read the secret hearts of men and hear their secret words, my blood flows backward as it did when first my eyes fell on you.

You would kill me because I dared to shoot at you.

Well, kill, but do not torture.
It is unworthy of a knight, even if he took his accolade in hell," and he placed his hands before his eyes and stood before him with bent head waiting for the end.
"Why give me such high names, Richard the Fatherless, when you have heard two humbler ones?
Call me Murgh, as do my friends.

Or call me 'The Gate,' as do those who as yet know me less well.

But talk not of gods or devils, lest suddenly one of them should answer you.