XVIArtos walked with Medrodus to the place where he slept. At the door he stopped and said directly, “Your eyes are keen, Roman. What do you see? What do you think of me?”
Medrodus smiled and said, “How may I answer that? I see all that comes before my eyes, and my opinions on what I see are worthless.”
Artos took him suddenly by the wrist. “Look you,” he said, “you come from another world, your thoughts will be good ones to hear. In this place I hear only what men think I might wish to hear. They are bound down and blinded by loyalties which you do not know. Will you not tell me with honesty what I am?”
Medrodus sensed that Artos was unsure of himself, that his quick barbarian’s mind had suddenly grown to doubt what he saw about him. Yet Medrodus saw no reason why he should put his vis
