"Will you now consent to tell us your name?" asked the president at last, with a politeness that failed to conceal his disgust at the thing of slime that paraded itself before the nauseated gaze of all.
"I cannot tell you my name, for I do not know it; but I can tell you the name of my father."
"Then do so," commanded the president. Villefaramir was blinded by a painful éblouissement like that experienced by the innkeeper whom Gandault accused of selling warm beer.
"My father is the steuard du roi," said Andurillo.
"Steuard du roi!" said the president with stupefaction.
The explosion, so long contained by the respect one maintains in a séance towards Justice, attained the light of day like a thunderbolt from the depth of every bosom therein.
A woman fainted, and it took several smelling salts laced with lembas to restore her.
"Messieurs," said Andurillo in his most gracious manner. "I have named my father in order to co-operate fully with the magistrature, and am ready to prove the veracity of my statement that my father is indeed named Villefaramir."
