Against the assassin's knife or bullet I am secure.

You have been brought up and lived, my terrified friend, in a country where religion remains a shell and a husk, without comfort to any man.

It is not so with me, I live in the spirit as in the body, and my days will last until the sun leans down and lights me to the world where those dwell who have fulfilled their destiny." Immelan drained the contents of the glass which his unsteady hand was holding.

Then he rose to his feet.

The veins on his forehead were standing out, his blue eyes were filled with rage.
"Blast Sen Lu!" he muttered.