"While there, I met an old acquaintance of mine, a strange fellow whom I have not seen for years.

The world is very small.

He is a great traveller--a wanderer through the world." Unorna looked up quickly, and a very slight colour appeared in her cheeks.
"Who is he ?" she asked, trying to seem indifferent.

"What is his name ?" "His name?
It is strange, but I cannot recall it.

He is very tall, wears a dark beard, has a pale, thoughtful face.