don't they leave? Nobody's hindering. Good land,
I'm willing to let bygones be bygones, I'm sure."

"Leave, is it? Oh, give thyself easement as to that.
They dream not of it, no, not they. They wait to
yield them."

"Come -- really, is that 'sooth' -- as you people
say? If they want to, why don't they?"

"It would like them much; but an ye wot how
dragons are esteemed, ye would not hold them blam-
able. They fear to come."

"Well, then, suppose I go to them instead, and --"