"This is very lucky," he said, "and I am glad that I have to do with
such pious people, since it enabled us to creep on you unawares; also
I much prefer to have found you engaged in prayer, friend Englishman,
rather than in taking the bloom off my peach with kisses, as I feared
might be the case. That was a pretty prayer, too; I almost felt as
though I were in church while I stood listening to it. How did it end?
You prayed that you might be allowed to live together, fearing nothing,
however great your peril, since you walked always in the shadow of God's
strength. Well, I have come to answer your petition, and to tell you
that your life together is ended before it is begun. For the rest, your
peril is certainly great, and now let God's strength help you if it can.
Come, God, show Your strength. He does not answer, you see, or perhaps
He knows that Swart Piet is god here and is afraid."

"Cease your blasphemy," said Ralph in a hoarse voice, "and tell me what
you want with us."

"What do I want? I want her whose scorn and beauty have driven me mad,
her for whom I have been seeking this long time--Suzanne Botmar."

"She is my wife," said Ralph; "would you steal away my wife?"

"No, friend, for that would not be lawful. I will not take your wife,
but I shall take your widow, as will be easy, seeing that you are armed
with God's strength only."

Now understanding all this man's devilish purpose, Suzanne fell upon
her knees before him, imploring him with many piteous words. But
knowing that death was at hand Ralph's heart rose to it, as that of a
high-couraged man will do, and he bade her to cease her supplications