We are snared and must stop here till we die." "Would not your people help you if they knew, Fahni ?" "Yes, lord, I think so.

But how can I tell them who doubtless believe us dead?
Nor can I send a messenger, for this place is guarded and he would be killed at once.

We came here for your sake because you had Little Bonsa, a god that is known in the east and the west, in the north and the south, and because you saved me from the lion, and here, alas! we must perish." "Jeekie," said Alan, "can you not find a messenger?
Have you, who were born of this people, no friend among them at all ?" Jeekie shook his white head and rolled his eyes.

Then suddenly an idea struck him.
"Yes," he said, "I think one, p'raps.

I mean my ma." "Your ma!" said Alan.