"Who are you ?" She shook her head.
"I saw you come out of the Tower," she said, speaking with a strong local accent and yet with a certain unusual correctness, "in at the window and out of the door.

You're a brave man." "Why brave ?" he asked.
She turned her head very slowly towards St.David's Hall.

A gleam of sunshine had caught one of the windows, which shone like fire.

She pointed toward it with her head.
"He's looking at you," she muttered.

"He don't like strangers poking around here, that I can tell you." "And who is he ?" Hamel enquired.
"Squire Fentolin," she answered, dropping her voice a little.