His San Reve was such a heathen! The thought parched him.

"Whom would you kill, my San Reve ?" This came off pleadingly.
"Whom would I kill ?" the San Reve repeated tenderly, stretching for a kiss.

"I would kill you! No, not now, my Storri; but some time.

My resolution is only born; it is not yet grown.

Storri, you must beware! I come of the race that kill! I have now only the tiny root of that blood resolution.