“What brought you hither?”
“Humph!” said Peregrine. “That is none too easy a question to answer. Maybe a dream, maybe a reality. At times I have thought that which brought me on my wanderings but the airy nothingness of which dreams are fashioned; at times I have known it for more, seen in my pursuit the one solid and sane action of my life.”
Simon gave vent to his usual grunt. “You tell me little. What is it you pursue?”
“A woman.”
“I might have known it.” Simon laughed mockingly.
“She is not as other women,” said Peregrine musing. “She has quiet eyes.”
“Truly!” said Simon.
“I saw her in a dream,” went on Peregrine. “Now I seek her.”
Again Simon laughed. “On your own showing the quest savours of madness. A woman with quiet eyes, forsooth, once seen in a young man’s dream! An’ that is all you have to go on, how think you to find her?”
“I know not,” said Peregrine very quiet.