‘No one. I overheard an Afrite whispering to a female Ghoul he wanted to seduce.’
‘Hah! hah! hah! hah! choice pair, choice pair! We are more ethereal.’
‘She was a beauty in her way. Her eyes were luminous, though somewhat dank, and her cheek tinged with carnation caught from infant blood.’
‘Oh! gay; oh! gay; what said they?’
‘He was a deserter without leave from Solomon’s body-guard. The trull wriggled the secret out.’
‘Tell me, kind brother.’
‘I’ll show, not tell.’
‘I pr’ythee tell me.’
‘Well, then, well. In Genthesma’s gloomy cave there is a river none has reached, and you must sail, and you must sail—— Brother!’
‘Ay.’