"I gave no orders that she should be taken." "She comes of her own free will, Father, having somewhat to say to you." "Fool, how can she speak to me when she does not know our tongue?
But of her presently; take her aside and watch her.

Now, Saga, your report.
First, what of the weather ?" "It is grey and pitiless, father.

The mist is dense and no sun can be seen." "I thought it, because of the cold," and he drew his robe closer round him.

"A few more days of this----" and he stopped, then went on.

"Tell me of Jal, your lord." "Jal is as Jal was, merry and somewhat drunken.