"You saw her, but did you see him?"
"I think I did."
"You think—that means you are not certain."
"Come, Merira, can you really think?—"
"I don't think anything, sire, I only want to know."
They looked at each other in silence and both felt uncomfortable. Again they spoke of other things. And when Merira rose to go, Tuta asked him:
"How is your health?"
"I am well, why?"
"You don't look well, you have grown much thinner in the face."
"I must be tired of waging war upon the Fool," Merira answered, with the same queer smile as before.