What I fear is that she may know me!" Grim as his voice was, that made me laugh.
"Seeing that you were but a lad when she last set eyes on you--and now you are ten years older than myself, bearded and scarred moreover--I do not fear that for you in the least." "Nor will she have need to scan me," he said.

"Of course I need not fear it." Then I asked him if he had more of the second sight.
"Naught fresh, master.

Only that look on the face of the young king deepens, and ever there is the red line round his neck.

I fear for him." So did I, but of that we spoke no more.

I tried all I knew to fathom that fear of mine, and the most I could do was to make it seem more and more needless and foolish.