“Sit ye again. We will talk together—and Oltis can listen, that is if his ears are as alive as his eyes. Should we settle aught, such can be laid before him, when he cometh out of this.”
But they were quivering with dread, and the calm they tried to assume, made it but the more apparent. The voice of Hafoe shook, his words dragged feebly.
“O King Atlano, let us have a care what we say!”
“We are here to talk upon the troubles of the day, and to settle this matter of the Pelasgian children,” resumed Atlano. Voice and manner had gathered assurance.
“Was not the matter of the Pelasgian children settled this day?” asked Kluto, the youngest of the priests.
“It was not settled;” and Atlano looked at him confidently.
“King Atlano—meanest thou—that thou hast the thought to keep them—after thy promise?”
“My promise to what? Kluto, believest thou in that jugglery?”
“King Atlano, thou didst seem to believe even as much as we.”
“Have a care!”