Just then Croniamantal advanced close to Tograth and apostrophized the crowd:
"Carrion, assassins!"
They burst into laughter. They yelled:
"Into the water with him, the rat."
And Tograth, looking Croniamantal in the face, said:
"My good brother, let not my affluence disturb you. As for me, I love the people, even though I stop at hotels which they do not frequent."
The poet let Tograth talk, then he continued to address the crowd:
"Carrion, laugh at me, your joys are numbered, each one of them will be torn from you one by one. And do you know, o people, what your hero is?"
Tograth smiled and the crowd became all attention. The poet continued:
"Your hero, o populace, is Boredom bringing Misery."