They came up and delivered themselves as for inspection to Persilope. What followed was very brief.
“Is it accomplished?” said the chief.
“It is accomplished.”
“You are prepared, then?”
“We are prepared.”
Some slight bequests followed concerning articles of property, which the chief took as executor.
“My young sons ...” said Prassade.
“Are mine.”
“Then we are ready.”
All this time Ravenutzi had not said a word. One by one the Outliers, as I had seen them do with Daria, came up to take their leave. It was done with a deep and moving brevity. I came in my turn and cried a little over old Noche.