Teja.
What have we still in our stores, old man?
Ildibad (controlling his emotion).
Truly, thou hast given away almost all thy provisions.
Teja.
I ask thee, what remaineth?
Ildibad.
A jar of fermented milk, and two stale crusts of bread.
Teja.
Ha, ha, ha! Now thou seest, Queen, what a poor husband thou hast got. Yet if the ships be there, as the people say, then will I do royal honours to every one, even as is his due. Yet tell it not, that would mar their joy. But if they hear the trumpets sound, then tell them there will be meat and wine on the long tables, so much as--