At leatht I think he didn't." Major Decies' face was curiously intent--as of some midnight worker in research who sees a bright near glimpse of the gold his alchemy has so long sought to materialize in the alembic of fact.
"Come back to sober truth, young youth.

What about the dream?
Who are they, and what do they say and do ?" "Thir Theymour Thtukeley Thahib tellth Thir Matthew Thahib about the hilt-thwust.

(What _is_ 'hilt-thwust' ?) And Lubin, the thervant, ith a _white_ thervant.

Why ith he white if he ith a Thahib's 'boy' ?" "Good Gad!" murmured the Major.

"I'm favoured of the gods.