“Two; both merchants. They came from abroad.”
“And who can have murdered them?”
“No one but—Gardana.”
“How is it? But is Gardana still alive?”
“Come, do you think he really is dead? No, no, they alone give this kind of tidings of themselves.”
“And why?”
“They have to be on their guard, the bailiffs are after them, they might capture them.”
“Perhaps——”
The spinning-wheel spun on. The spool wound the thread, the treadle hummed, filling the room with a soothing noise.
Doda Sili said wonderingly: