The ropedancer, Kuni, really had been with the sick mother and her babes, and had toiled for them with the utmost diligence.
Yes, the ropedancer was jealous of the laurel-crowned child.
Why had they called her, the ropedancer, back to a life which henceforward could offer her nothing save want and cruel suffering?
The ropedancer had gathered them for the sick woman, and certainly had not stopped at that one act of theft.
Never had he beheld any ropedancer display so much grace, strength, and daring.
The ropedancer had recovered consciousness, and the kind prelate's presence was a solace to her.