"I did hear a voice," said he.
"What did it say?"
"That to-morrow you will meet the man you have been looking for."
"Nothing else?"
"Nothing."
"Is it not imagination?"
"Oh, no! besides, poets often hear the voice of the moon, who tells them all the stories they write in their books."
"Do they?" quoth Milenko, smiling.
"Yes; do you not know the story of 'The Snowdrop,' that Igo Kas heard whilst he was seated by a newly-dug grave?"
"No, I never heard it."