ABLAMORE.
Come; Palomides is covered with dust, and he must be weary…. We have too many things to say to each other to talk here…. We will say them to-morrow…. They claim the morn is wiser than the evening…. I see the palace gates are open and seem to wait for us….
ALLADINE.
I cannot help being uneasy when I go back into the palace…. It is so big, and I am so little, and I get lost there still…. And then all those windows on the sea…. You cannot count them…. And the corridors that turn without reason, and others that never turn, but lose themselves between the walls…. And the halls I dare not go into….