“Tell me about that, my one love, and tell me how men seem to you now that you have seen them.”
“It is not hard to tell,” replied Deirdre; “men are as ugly as donkeys, and,” she continued, “they are just as nice.”
“As ugly and as nice as donkeys!” Lavarcham quoted in a daze.
“Yes, mother, and I love them because they are so nice and ugly and good.”
“But what men are you talking of, my star?”
“I am talking of the men outside the walls.”
“The guards?”
“Of course.”
“And when did you see them?”
Deirdre laughed.