Guy patted the foot and let it go. "I didn't have any more C-clamps, people of Orphalese," he apologized, "but it looks all right at that. Well, let's see. We got to make up our minds about these two, I guess—no, wait!" He held up his hand as a murmur began. "First thing is, we ought to read a verse or two."
He opened a purple-bound volume at random, stared at a page for a moment, moving his lips, and then read:
"Some of you say, 'It is the north wind who has woven the clothes we wear.'
"And I say, Ay, it was the north wind, but shame was his loom, and the softening of the sinews was his thread.
"And when his work was done he laughed in the forest."
Gently he closed the book, looking thoughtfully at the wall at the back of the room. He scratched his head. "Well, people of Orphalese,"
