“However willing I may be for thee to enjoy thy ‘little sail,’ I may not grant it for strong reason. Thou knowest why.”
“Atlano, I will be gone but half the day. If thou wilt bring to mind, thou wert willing I should go to Chimo, and stay for days, not long since.”
“Then skies were fair, and the gods smiling. But, I take it, these late troubles make of need thy presence here.”
“Atlano, once thou didst laugh at that prophecy.”
“Then I was young, and not so wicked.” He laughed recklessly.
“Of a truth, a stay so short cannot work evil.”
“Atlana, thy words seem as though I had said this thing could be. Talk no more of it.”
“Gracious King,” urged Æole, again to the surprise of all, “shouldst thou say the word, and then come with us, thou art with the queen.”
“Æole, the prophecy doth run, ‘With Atlana at the palace, no evil befalleth Atlano.’ Wouldst thou have her go, did I grant it, after this?”
“Nay, King Atlano, not if it doth run thus.”