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.

Setchem's hands fell, and she said softly: "What did your father teach you out of the scriptures?
'Your highest praise consists in this, to reward your mother for what she has done for you, in bringing you up, so that she may not raise her hands to God, nor He hear her lamentation.'" At these words, Paaker sobbed aloud, but he did not look at his mother.
She called him tenderly by his name; then her eyes fell on his quiver, which lay on a bench with other arms.