Thanks to Nyx he was still alive when I reached the city. The jeweler promised me a dream-stone if I could interpret his dream. An irresistible offer, however, I had nothing to offer him except the news of two uncanny deaths.
So I did. I told him about the golden-haired chivalrous man who visited Lady Margaret, queen of Matsya, and her mysterious death, while sitting in the orchard, smiling like a maiden. I also recited the incident of the Arvanian young lord, who met a girl in his dream, so gorgeous that for her he annulled his engagement. I told him the rumors flying in Arvania that Nimohi hadn't found any trace of the aura of white-wives in the young man's chamber. It was like the young's man soul had left the body on its own.
The old man heard me out with patience and closed his eyes. I waited in silence. The jeweler sighed, and whispered,
