He is but a drunken sot and I shall be well rid of him.' 'Well said.

It would be foolish to kill him, but by bearing him alive to the lord Sarceda, I shall win honour and reward.

Come, help me.' 'Help yourself,' she answered sullenly.

'But first search his pouch; there may be some trifle there which we can divide.' 'Well said, again,' he answered, and kneeling down he bent over me and began to fumble at the fastenings of the pouch.
Otomie was behind him.

I saw her face change and a terrible light came into her eyes, such a light as shines in the eyes of the priest at sacrifice.