“I do not wish to tell it.”
“I wish to know also where you come from and to what place you are going?”
“I do not wish to tell any of these things.”
“Not to the king!”
“I do not wish to tell them to any one.”
Crimthann was scandalised.
“Lady,” he pleaded, “you will surely not withhold information from the Ard-Ri’?”
But the lady stared as royally on the High King as the High King did on her, and, whatever it was he saw in those lovely eyes, the king did not insist.
He drew Crimthann apart, for he withheld no instruction from that lad.
“My heart,” he said, “we must always try to act wisely, and we should only insist on receiving answers to questions in which we are personally concerned.”