"Hh Hohungh Hleeh.".
"I beg your pardon?"
"Hh Hohungh Hleeh."
"Oh yes. You mean—"
"Hh Hohungh Hleeh," said the long man, with some asperity.
Simon felt the sweat coming out on the palms of his hands.
"Can you tell me where that is?"
"Hingh Hanghuh."
Simon looked imploringly at his first friend.
"You carn't miss it," said the man through his curtain of white whisker. "Straight through the market place, an' it's on yer left."