strokes，“andhesmiled。
TheancientpriestbadetheTempleservantsretire，andastheywenttheyheardhimmurmuringaprayer。
“TheDeadspoketruth，“hemuttered，stillgazingfromthehelmetinhishandtotheWanderer；“ay，theDeadspeakseldom，buttheyneverlie。“
“Myson，thouhasteatenanddrunk，“thensaidReithePriestandMasterBuilder，“andmayanoldmanaskwhencethoucamest，whereisthynativecity，andwhoarethyparents？“
“IcomefromAlybas，“answeredtheWanderer，forhisownnamewastoowidelyknown，andhelovedanartfultale。“IcomefromAlybas；IamthesonofApheidas，sonofPolypemon，andmyownnameisEperitus。“