Appallingly youthful, the face of Yuruk prayed to us.
"Why do you wait ?" she asked us.

"Time presses, and even now we should be on the way.

When so many are so soon to die, why tarry over one?
Slay him!" "Norhala," I answered, "we cannot slay him so.

When we kill, we kill in fair fight--hand to hand.

The maid we both love has gone, taken with her brother.