Of nine sons and twenty grandsons, only three are left.

The others are all calm after so much conflict and danger.

How long ago it is since seven perished at once! The last three their turn will come too.

How I envy them that best of blessings, only may they not also go before me!" Here she lowered her voice, and in a scarcely audible whisper murmured: "You shall know it.

My son Satabus, with his brave boys Hanno and Labaja, are coming later in the evening.