He is a fine tall fellow, and took a great interest in her; he is a gardener's son, named Pentaur." "Pentaur ?" said the dwarf.

"Pentaur?
He has the haughty air and the expression of the old Mohar, and would be sure to rise; but they are going to break his proud neck for him." "So much the better," said the old woman.

"Uarda would be just the wife for you, she is good and steady, and no one knows--" "What ?" said Nemu.
"Who her mother was--for she was not one of us.

She came here from foreign parts, and when she died she left a trinket with strange letters on it.

We must show it to one of the prisoners of war, after you have got her safe; perhaps they could make out the queer inscription.