Such a beautiful bit of flesh and blood as she is might get a hearing, when a grizzled old head-splitter like me was called a dotard.
Eh?
Well.

It's natural.' A long silence.
'She is a grand woman.

I never saw such a one, and I have seen many.
There was a prophetess once, lived in an island in the Weser-stream--and when a man saw her, even before she spoke a word, one longed to crawl to her feet on all fours, and say, "There, tread on me; I am not fit for you to wipe your feet upon." And many a warrior did it....

Perhaps I may have done it myself, before now ....

And this one is strangely like her.
She would make a prince's wife, now.' Philammon started.