Cannot you spare me one hour from your sleep, who have spared you so many?
You remember how you scorned me--oh! I thought I should have died of shame when, after I had caused myself to be given to you as wife, the wife of Tezcat, you told me of the maid across the seas, that Lily maid whose token is still set upon your finger.

But I lived through it and I loved you the better for your honesty, and then you know the rest.

I won you because I was brave and lay at your side upon the stone of sacrifice, where you kissed me and told me that you loved me.

But you never loved me, not truly, all the while you were thinking of the Lily maid.

I knew it then, as I know it now, though I tried to deceive myself.