There was a moment of silent consideration, and then Garth demanded, “Why have you beset me?”
There was an uneasy silence; no one answered him.
“Is this the way you treat all travelers? Or is it because I am an overman? Because I wear armor? What do you want of me?”
The old woman at the table said, in a high and broken voice, “We meant you no harm.”
“Then what did you mean? You have twice attacked me with your illusions; why?”
“We did not attack you; we sought only to have you pass through our village without seeing it.”
“You diverted me from my path; I am not bound northward.”
“We did not know that; we thought you must be, for it is to the north that overmen are said to dwell.”
Garth considered that for a few seconds; it did have a logical ring to it. “You attempted to deceive me
