“Thou art so shrewd, and so false,” he said wearily, “and I can make no head against thee, nor should anyone try since thou wilt but set him in the wrong. But when I look around me, I am as in a dream. All that I see is mine, daughters, children, flocks and waggons and beasts and men, they are mine, but have passed over into thy hands I know not how, and thou takest away all before mine eyes, till I am as in a dream.”
