Teja.
Now, my old man, we should have nothing further to do upon this earth.
Shall we talk?
Ildibad.
Sire, if I might beg a favour for myself.
Teja.
Still favours, at this time?... I believe thou wouldst flatter me, old
companion!
Ildibad.
Sire, I am old. My arm would grow weary with bearing a spear, more
quickly than is good for thy life. And by my fault shouldst thou not
fall, Sire.... If no one else sleeps, think not evil of me, and let me
sleep away the two hours.
Teja.
(_With a new gleam of deep anxiety_.) Go, but not far away.
Ildibad.
Surely, Sire, I have always lain as a dog before thy tent. In respect
of that, on this last night, nothing will be changed.... Hast thou
orders to give, Sire?
Teja.