She gazed at him a moment tenderly, and said, 'Thou art worthy of what is
in store for thee, O my betrothed! and I think little of the dangers, in
contemplation of the courage in thee. Lo, if vengeance and ambition spur
thee so, how will not love when added to the two?'
Then said she, 'As to the enchantments and spells that shall overreach
him, and as to the blade wherewith to shear him?'
Feshnavat exclaimed, 'Yonder 's indeed where we stumble and are tripped
at starting.'
But she cried, 'What if I know of a sword that nought on earth or under
resisteth, and before the keen edge of which all Illusions and Identicals
are as summer grass to the scythe?'