Best leave matters in God's hands.
With feminine persistency she clung to the subject, detecting his unwillingness to discuss a possible final stage in their sufferings.
"Robert!" she whispered fearfully, "you will never let me fall into the power of the chief, will you ?" "Not whilst I live." "You _must_ live.

Don't you understand?
I would go with them to save you.

But I would have died--by my own hand.

Robert, my love, you must do this thing before the end.

I must be the first to die." He hung his head in a paroxysm of silent despair.