I thank you, husband, for your gentleness, I thank you more for your faithfulness to my house and people.

Shall I make ready for our last journey ?' 'Make ready!' I answered.
Then she rose and soon was busy with the ropes.

At length all was prepared and the moment of death was at hand.
'You must aid me, Otomie,' I said; 'I cannot walk by myself.' She came and lifted me with her strong and tender arms, till I stood upon a stool beneath the window bars.

There she placed the rope about my throat, then taking her stand by me she fitted the second rope upon her own.

Now we kissed in solemn silence, for there was nothing more to say.
Yet Otomie said something, asking: 'Of whom do you think in this moment, husband?
Of me and of my dead child, or of that lady who lives far across the sea?
Nay, I will not ask.