It consisted of a few others, preceded by a man who seemed a soldier, but who was not in uniform. He wore a cloak with a hood.
De Flotte nudged me with his elbow, and whispered,—
"Do you know Fialin?"
I answered,—
"No."
"Have you seen him?
"No."
"Do you wish to see him?"
"No."
"Look at him."