The price for the blood of the herd-boy.
Molossus.
She made me vow it!
Alcimedon.
The atonement? That is right. I feared that Pyrrhus would be too proud to pay it.
Molossus.
You need not think that I wanted him to pay it!
Alcimedon.
H'm! That was how I talked once, before I knew what a blood-feud was. And now I would pay a dead man's weight in silver to be clear of one. Of course, with a stranger it is different, or a man who has no kin. [Examining the stores.] No need to pay too much, though. It was a little boy, they tell me, and poorly clad.
Molossus.