The spokesman seemed taken aback by Roland’s nonchalant attitude.
“We do not know the road to Wiesbaden, and, indeed, are in some doubt whether or no we can find our way to Sonnenberg with darkness coming on.”
“Then if I were you, I shouldn’t attempt it. Why not eat your supper, and drink your wine in this sheltering grove?”
“By that time it will be as dark as Erebus,” protested the spokesman.
“Then remain here, as I suggested, for the night.”
“No; we are determined to reach Sonnenberg. A storm impends.”
“In that case, gentlemen, don’t let me detain you. The gloom thickens as you spend your time in talk.”
“Oh, that’s all very well, but when we reach Sonnenberg we shall need money.”
“So you will.”
“And we intend to secure it.”