“See there, my noisy children!” It was the inventive lime-burner who spoke. “What come you here for, my rollicking blades?”
“We are a long way from home; we are looking for our brother, your Majesty,” they cried in chorus.
“Ha, ha! What is your brother like, jolly dogs?”
“He has a face of ivory, and eyes like torches, and he carries a silver sword.”
“But what the devil is his face like ivory for, my fanfarons?”
“So that he shall not blush for us. He is a grand seigneur,” they shouted back.
“Why are his eyes like torches, my ragamuffins?”
“To show us the way home.”
Valmond appeared upon the balcony.
“What is it you wish, my children?” he asked. “Brother,” said the fantastic leader, “we’ve lost our way. Will you lead us home again?”