"Are you alone, or do have shirrifes or gendarmes at your disposal?"
"I am alone, and am willing to have mercy, if you tell me the entire truth," said Glorfindoni. "Who delivered you from prison?"
"A Snowman by the name of Lord Frosty."
"This Snowman protected you, then?"
"Not me, but a young balrogue who was my chain-mate."
"And what was the name of this balrogue?"
"Trascoletto. He had no other; he was a foundling."
"So, how did this young man, or ent, or balrogue, escape with you?"
"While the other convicts were taking a siesta ..."
"Convicts taking a siesta! Weep for those fellows!"
"One cannot always read bad verse; one isn’t a dog, or even an orc."
"Happily for the orcs," said Monte Fato.
