I am on my way to the others." "They know that you have come," replied the slave.

"Glad, they are all glad.

They asked if my lord Constantine forgot old friends." "Never, not one!" "How long now since my lord Constantine went away--two, three years, and just the same.

Only a cut over the eyes--may the hand wither that gave the blow!" Dada had already observed a broad scar which marked the soldier's brow as high up as she could see it for the helmet, and she broke in: "How can you men like to slash and kill each other?
Just think, if that cut had been only a finger's breadth lower--you would have lost your eyes, and oh! it is better to be dead than blind.

When all the world is bright not to be able to see it; what must that be! The whole earth in darkness so that you see nothing--no one; neither the sky, nor the lake, nor the boat, nor even me." "That would indeed be a pity," said the prefect with a laugh and a shrug.
"A pity!" exclaimed Dada.