"I command you to stop where you stand." "Not until I see you in a place of safety will I leave you," I replied.
"Then take the consequences," she said, and resumed her swift-gliding walk.
But as she turned she cast on me a glance, and I stood as if run through with a spear.

Her scorn had failed: she would kill me with her beauty! Despair restored my volition; the spell broke; I ran, and overtook her.
"Have pity upon me!" I cried.
She gave no heed.

I followed her like a child whose mother pretends to abandon him.

"I will be your slave!" I said, and laid my hand on her arm.
She turned as if a serpent had bit her.

I cowered before the blaze of her eyes, but could not avert my own.
"Pity me," I cried again.
She resumed her walking.
The whole day I followed her.