"And he was alone?"
"No, With a dumb boy."
"How did he look?"
"Who?"
"The old man."
"Oh, ai! old, very old. He played on a lyre, and complained of the lords. But I did not see him."
"And he persuaded the men to rise?" asked Anton.
"He did."
"Well, good-by, young woman."
"God be with you!"