“Young man,” said the voice, very low, but quite audible, “take my advice: control your temper. If you stab a warder they will have a pretext to keep you here all your lifetime.”
“Ah,” said Aymer; “thank you, I understand. But who are you?—who are you?”
“I am a young old man. Who are you?”
“I am a young man,” said Aymer, growing curious, and for the moment forgetting his position. “My name you know—I can’t tell how. I come from World’s End.”
“Ah!” said the voice, sadly; “I had hoped you were sane.”
“So I am.”
“Why then say you came from the world’s end?”
“I did not. I said from World’s End; it is a place near Bury Wick.”
“You are sane then so far. I know that World’s End very well. I only tried you. I overheard your name when you were carried in. Now, answer me. Why are you here?”
“There, that is what I want to know.”