“No; why? One enters by the entrance I suppose.”
The shepherd laughed.
“You say well! By the entrance of course, … by the entrance. Ask also of Lambro who is so wise, how you may find the road to the cave!”
Andromache pushed forward.
“And is Lambro here that we may ask him?” she said impatiently. “What foolish talk is this? If you know where the cave is, speak!”
The man turned his pale blue eyes on her.
“I must speak, must I? The little hens are crowing to-day, as well as the little cocks!”
Iason turned to the others.
“Come!” he said, speaking in French, “the man knows nothing, and he is trying to amuse himself with us.”
And they turned to continue their way up the hill. But the shepherd touched the last one, who happened to be Chryseis, on the shoulder, and unslinging his “tagari” offered it to her.