"Then you are an orphan?"
"Yes."
"That makes a good pair, an orphan and a blind man. Where is your home?"
"Nowhere."
"You must have been born somewhere."
"I do not know."
"But how came you here, what were you seeking in this neighbourhood?"
"I was looking for you."
"Leave her alone," Porphyrius whispered in Donatus' ear. "Do you not perceive that she is no mortal being?"
Donatus drew back a step. "What do you mean?"