We don't know who you are.
But I myself think that you may be the Deliverer.' 'Both of us,' said Philip jealously.
'One or both.

You see the prophecy says that the Destroyer's hair is red.

And your hair is not red.

But before I could get the populace to feel sure of, that my own hair would be grey with thought and argument.
Some people are so wooden-headed.

And I am not used to thinking.