[Suzerain of Sheol]

Pelles bows his head passing chagrin, scratching at a scab on his brow. "Ah, my mistress, pray forgive me. Are we not two fitting souls to be thus bonded together? Thou knowest of my life and deeds, my preeminent disgrace, perhaps I ought inquire of what roads have brought thee hence. I seeth who thou'rt now. I would know of the woman you once were, if you would fain to speak of such things."