Otter and Juanna were still treated as gods indeed, and considerable respect was shown to Leonard and Francisco, that is, within the walls of the palace.

But if, wearied with the monotony of their life, they went out, which they did twice only during these five dreadful weeks, matters were different.

Then they found themselves followed by a mob of men, women, and children, who glared at them ferociously and cursed them aloud, asking what they had their gods had done with the sunshine.
On the second occasion indeed they were forced to fly for their lives, and after this they gave up making the attempt to walk abroad, and sat in the palace with Juanna and Otter, who of course never dared to leave it.
It was a terrible life; there was nothing to do, nothing to read, and only anxieties to think on.

The greater part of the day Leonard and Juanna occupied in talking, for practice, in the language of the People of the Mist.

When their conversation was exhausted they told each other tales of their adventures in past years, or even invented stories like children and prisoners; indeed they were prisoners--prisoners, as they feared, under sentence of death.
They grew to know each other very well during those five weeks, so well indeed that each could almost guess the other's thoughts.