'They are false gods and that country is accursed which worships them.

They are doomed I say, and all their worshippers are doomed.

Nay, I care not if I am heard--as well die now by torment as live a year in the torment of approaching death.

But I shall not die alone, all the sea of blood that your priests have shed cries out for vengeance to the true God, and He will avenge.' Thus I raved on, being mad with fear and impotent anger, while the princess Otomie stood terrified and amazed at my blasphemies, and the flutes piped and the dancers danced behind us.

And as I raved I saw that the mind of Otomie wandered from my words, for she was staring towards the east like one who sees a vision.