“A Rí Uasal!” the guard rolled sonorously.
“Have you ever looked in a crystal?”
“Never, king.”
“Look in this crystal, my friend. Can you see anything?”
“There is a fog in the crystal.”
“It has been there these three days. Look again, good lad.”
“I think there is a woman’s face.”
“What sort of a woman?”
“It has gone, majesty.”
“What sort was she?”