And whatever arrows follow, still will I hunt on.

Nor does the ghost, that these pale specters would avenge, at all disquiet me.

The priest I slew, but to gain her, now lost; and I would slay again, to bring her back.

Ah, Yillah! Yillah." All started.
Then said Babbalanja, "Aleema's sons raved not; 'tis true, then, Taji, that an evil deed gained you your Yillah: no wonder she is lost." Said Media, unconcernedly, "Perhaps better, Taji, to have kept your secret; but tell no more; I care not to be your foe." "Ah, Taji! I had shrank from you," cried Yoomy, "but for the mark upon your brow.

That undoes the tenor of your words.