I will watch for them. [ and feel older still, and more alone. what comforts will he have in twenty years, in fifty?

(briefly, he thinks of gwenaelle, of the fall of light on her hair, on her smile, but he places a lid on that and moves along.) ]

I put myself at your disposal, Morrigan, however you have need of me. I cannot promise true translations, but perhaps I will have better luck than you.

But. No spiders.