"Much such a man as stood face to face with you by the grave while Murgh watched; and you are not likely to be friends, are you?
But I forgot.

You have determined that it was but a dream and now you are wondering how he who is called Gate of the Gods in Cathay could come to Blythburgh.

Well, I think that all the world is his garden, given to him by God, but doubtless that's only another face of my dream whereof we'll speak no more--at present.

Now for your troubles, which are no dream.

Lie you down to sleep on the skin of that striped beast.