ButOtomie，ceasingfromhertears，kissedhisclayandcriedaloud:
’Omyfather，itiswellthatyouaredead，fornonewholovedyoucoulddesiretoseeyouliveoninshameandservitude。
Maythegodsyouworshippedgivemestrengthtoavengeyou，oriftheybenogods，thenmayIfinditinmyself。
Iswearthis，myfather，thatwhileamanislefttomeIwillnotceasefromseekingtoavengeyou。’
Thentakingmyhand，withoutanotherwordsheturnedandpassedthence。