Working swiftly, his mind recalled Abbu's words concerning Jasor's parents. The priest had said they were expected in Scira. This woman, then, must be the Nodhurian's mother.
He opened his lips and called her by that word.
She ran to him and sank her knees by the couch. "Jasor, my son!" she cried in a voice which quavered, and as the man approached more slowly, turned her face upward to meet his eyes. "He knows me, Sinon—he knows me," she said.
"Aye, Mellia, praise be to Zitu. Jasor, my son, dost thou know me also?" the Nodhurian's father said.
"Aye, sir," said Croft, marking his parents' names. "But—how come you in Scira?"
"Did we not write that we should arrive and take you with us on our return?" Sinon asked.
Croft saw it in a flash, and the slip he had made. This explained Abbu's assertion that they were expected. The tablets hurled to the floor by Jasor had been deciphered after his illness, it appeared. "Aye," he admitted somewhat faintly. "But—I have been ill."
"And are recovered now," he who was to be his father said.
"Aye. Had I my clothing I could rise."
"We shall return then at once," Sinon declared.