Zir. The walls are picketed?
Off. A double watch
Is on.
Zir. That's well enough.
Off. On chance he makes
The wall, I've reinforced the river guard.
Meg. Both sides?
Off. A close patrol, both east and west.
Though he had fishes' gills and dived the stream,
He'd not get by. That way is fast against him
As Belam's iron door.
Meg. [To Hernda] You're ill?
Her. No, no!
I'm well—quite well.
Meg. The lily in your cheek
Lies not so bravely.
Off. [To Ziralay] If he gets out of this,
He'll steer around the moon. We'll find him, sir.
But he's most darkly hid. Has made a coat
Of leaves and plays the grouse trick on us.