"I'm sorry," said the Mink, "no."
"You speak quite decent English, you know. It's funny it hasn't changed much, unless I've been asleep a lot shorter a period than I figure."
"My language is Orbish."
"It's English to me. What's the name of your country, son?"
"It has no name. Towns are named, not countries."
"Who are you, then?"
"I am Revel, the Mink," he said proudly. "I am the leader of the rebels, who are even now spreading through the land sending the word that the gods can die, and that the gentry's day is done. I am the Mink."
He half-expected the man to know the old ballads, but Doctorklapham said, "Mink? That was an animal when I was around last.... Call me John."
"John. That sounds like a name." Rack nodded. "Yes, this is better than Doctorklapham."
"Anybody have a cigarette?" asked John.