She followed him up, caught him by the girdle, and in a hoarse voice repeated her question.
He stood still, snatched her hand angrily from his belt, and said defiantly: "I have put them in my quiver--and not for mere play.

Now you know." Incapable of words, the maddened woman once more raised her hand against her degenerate son, but he put back her arm.
"I am no longer a child," he said, "and I am master of this house.

I will do what I will, if a hundred women hindered me!" and with these words he pointed to the door.

Setchem broke into loud sobs, and turned her back upon him; but at the door once more she turned to look at him.
He had seated himself, and was resting his forehead on the table on which the bowl of cold water stood.
Setchem fought a hard battle.

At last once more through her choking tears she called his name, opened her arms wide and exclaimed: "Here I am--here I am! Come to my heart, only give up these hideous thoughts of revenge." But Paaker did not move, he did not look up at her, he did not speak, he only shook his head in negation.