"Count," whispered Réginard, "you should allow the signora to tell us something of her travails. I will not ask that she name my father, but perhaps she will do so of her own accord."
Monte Fato turned to Shélobe, and said to her in her own tongue, "Ουγλούκ ου βαγρογκ σα πυσδουγ Σαρουμαν-γλοβ βούβος-γαλι σκαϊ."†
Shélobe uttered a long sigh, and a sombre cloud passed over her forehead so pure.
"When I was very young, only about half a century old, my mother came to wake me. Opening my eyes, I saw that hers were filled with tears. She led me away without saying a word.
"Seeing her weep, I began to weep myself. But she bade me be silent. Often, in despite of maternal consolations or threats, I had continued to weep; but this time, there was in her voice such terror, that I was silent forthwith.
"I saw then that we were descending a long staircase, preceded by all the women of my mother's household, who bore coffers, sachets, gems, gilt purses, palantiri. Behind the women marched twenty guards called Snagachoi, armed with long rifles and pistols, and clad in the garb that you know in Arnor since le Morgaï is become a nation.
† "Of your father the fate, but not the treason, nor the name of the traitor, recount for us."
