Harut would not tell them anything nor could they learn anything for themselves.

He added in a depressed way that the whole business seemed very hopeless, and that he had begun to doubt whether there was any tidings of his lost wife to be gained among the Kendah, White or Black.
Now I repeated to him Marut's dying words, of which most unhappily I had never heard the end.

These seemed to give him new life since they showed that tidings there was of some sort, if only it could be extracted.

But how might this be done?
How, how?
For a whole week things went on thus.

During this time I recovered my strength completely, except in one particular which reduced me to helplessness.