“Wait!” said the Risaldar.
“These soldiers!” sneered the priest. “It is wait—wait—wait with them, always!”
“Hast thou a son.”
“Ay! But what of it?”
“I said 'hast,' not 'hadst'!”
“Ay. I have a son.
“Where?”
“In one of the temple-chambers overhead.”
“Nay, priest! Thy son lies gagged and bound and trussed in a place I know of, and which thou dost not know!”
“Since when?”