He seemed to be standing in a lighted room where seven people sat round a table. It looked as if they had just finished their meal. Two of those people were very old， an old man with a white beard and an old woman with wise， merry， twinkling eyes. He who sat at the right hand of the old man was hardly full grown， certainly younger than Tirian himself， but his face had already the look of a king and a warrior. And you could almost say the same of the other youth who sat at the right hand of the old woman. Facing Tirian across the table sat a fair.haired girl younger than either of these， and on either side of her a boy and girl who were younger still. They were all dressed in what seemed to Tirian the oddest kind of clothes.
But he had no time to think about details like that， for instantly the younger boy and both the girls started to their feet， and one of them gave a little scream. The old woman started and drew in her breath sharply. The old man must have made some sudden movement too for the wine glass which stood at his right hand was swept off the table： Tirian could hear the tinkling noise as it broke on the floor.