William sniggered.
"And is there anything further?" I inquired. The comedy was beginning
to weary me, it was so one-sided.
"I am in no particular hurry," the rogue answered, his sardonic smile
returning. "It is so long since I have chatted with people of my kind."
I scowled.
"Pardon me, I meant from a social point of view only. I admit we would
not be equals in the eye of the Presbyter."
And then followed a scene that reminds me to this day of some broken,
fantastic dream, a fragment from some bewildering nightmare.