The Prince answers that it is not all.

He says that when he dwelt a hostage at the court of the Sons of Wisdom he and the divine Lady, the daughter of the Lord Oro, and his only living child, learned to love each other.

He demands, and the Nations demand, that she shall be given to him to wife, that in a day to come he may rule with her and their children after them.
"See!" went on Yva in her chanting, dreamy voice, "the Lord Oro asks his daughter if this be true.

She says," here the real Yva at my side turned and looked me straight in the eyes, "that it is true; that she loves the Prince of the Nations and that if she lives a million years she will wed no other man, since she who is her father's slave in all else is still the mistress of herself, as has ever been the right of her royal mothers.
"See again! The Lord Oro, the divine King, the Ancient, grows wroth.

He says that it is enough and more than enough that the Barbarians should ask to eat of the bread of hidden learning and to drink of the Life-water of the Sons of Wisdom, gifts that were given to them of old by Heaven whence they sprang in the beginning.