"I should--" "Do you recollect the one-eyed, grey-haired, blackman, who yesterday brought me a letter?
That was my sister's son." The Regent struck his forehead--"Poor wretch" he muttered.
"He is frightfully altered," said Katuti.

"He need not have blackened his face, for his own mother would not know him again: He lost an eye in his fight with Mena, who also wounded him in the lungs with a thrust of his sword, so that he breathes and speaks with difficulty, his broad shoulders have lost their flesh, and the fine legs he swaggered about on have shrunk as thin as a negro's.

I let him pass as my servant without any hesitation or misgiving.

He does not yet know of my purpose, but I am sure that he would help us if a thousand deaths threatened him.

For God's sake put aside all doubts and fears! We will shake the tree for you, if you will only hold out your hand to-morrow to pick up the fruit.