"Listen, Mopo! Is not your wife also in labour?
Now hear me, Mother of the Heavens, and, my brother, hear me also.

Do not think to play with me in this matter.

I will save my child or you twain will perish with it.

For I will tell the king that you came to me, the two of you, and whispered plots into my ear--plots to save the child and kill the king.

Now choose, and swiftly!" She sank bank, there was silence, and we looked one upon another.