At the site, Rimberia had arrived early enough to wait for the Prince. Just minutes later, the Prince arrived. He hurried towards his motorcade to receive him. The cars halted a few minutes later and the Prince was out.
As Rimberia was busy greeting him and talking to him, he seemed one occupied by other fixations. He hardly looked even where he himself stepped. His mind was engaged in the search for Peninah. His eyes ran erratically around the crowd in search of her.
After a couple of minutes in the search for her, he realized that she was nowhere to be found in the crowd. At this point, it is when he had time to talk to Rimberia and respond to his greeting. It is not that he was so much into what Rimberia had to tell him but only needed to hear about Peninah.
“Good morning, my Prince.”
“Good morning, elder Rimberia. I was looking around and could not help but to worry...”
“Why do you have to worry my Prince? There is nothing to worry about.”
