She held his hand as she spoke, and pressed it tenderly. Tarvin buried the tiny hand deep in his engulfing paw, and, pressing it in a grip that made her give an involuntary cry, shook it with a hearty motion.
- Ó, szahib, tudtam, hogy el fog jönni! - mondta a királyné, Tarwin felé nyújtva kezét, amely még Kate-énél is kisebb volt. - Tudtam, hogy nem fog félni.