[Harlee laughs. He remains leaning on his great iron bar.]
Tharni:
He waits here for the Queen.
Tharrabas:
What sinister need could she have of Harlee?
Tharni:
I know not. You wait for the Queen, Harlee?
[Harlee nods.]
Tharrabas:
I would not banquet here. Not with a Queen.