“You promised her whole and hale,” says Cardan. “And you can see she is so,” Orlagh says. “My daughter Nicasia, Princess of the Undersea, will help her to the land with her own royal hands.” “Help her?” says Cardan. “She ought to need no help. You have kept her in the damp and the cold for too long.” “Perhaps you no longer want her,” Orlagh says. “Perhaps you would bargain for something else in her place, King of Elfhame.” “I will have her,” he says, sounding both possessive and contemptuous at once.
