In stature he was almost a giant.

He wore a kaross of leopard skins, and on his wrists and ankles were rings of ivory, the royal ornaments.

His face was fierce and powerful; his eyes, which were set far apart, rolled so much that at times they seemed all white; and his fingers played nervously with the handle of a spear that he carried in his right hand.
His companion was of a different stamp; a person of more than fifty years, he was tall and spare in figure, with delicately shaped hands and feet.

His hair and little beard were tinged with grey, his face was strikingly handsome, nervous and expressive, and his forehead both broad and high.

But more remarkable still were his eyes, which shone with a piercing brightness, almost grey in colour, steady as the flame of a well-trimmed lamp, and so cold that they might have been precious stones set in the head of a statue.
"Must I then put your thoughts in words ?" said this man in a clear quick whisper.