Janees is giving judgment, or rather his councillor is, for he prompts him all the time.

Can you not hear his whispers?
As for Janees himself, his thoughts are here, I feel his eyes burn me through this wooden screen.

He is about to rise.

Why! Who comes?
Awake, Nurse, and look." Asti obeyed.

There in the gate of the court she saw a tall man, white-bearded, yellow-faced, horny-eyed, ancient, who, clad in a tattered robe, leaned upon his staff of thornwood, and stared about him blindly as though the sun bewildered him.