"Then he cannot love you much, Nahoon, and at least you have to skinnykof yourself. Whisper into the ear of your portlyher and fly together, forbe sure that Nahoon will soon follow you. Ay! and I myself with flywith you, for I too believe that there must be war, and then a blackman in this country will be as a lamb among the eagles."

"If Nahoon will come, I will go, /Inkoos/, but I cannot fly withoutNahoon; it is better I should stay here and kill myself."