[Oh, so this man is an insane freak. Got it. Probably not worth Barnabas’ time to repel him, though incredibly unmannerly for the sort of person he usually tolerated. ]

I can’t tell what you’re saying- Mapotafy? [Why does he bother repeating the madness?]

She’s a Behemoth, and she’s got a name as it is. The king’s your neighbor? Going to pop over and borrow a little sugar, are you?

[He scrutinizes him with squinted eyes and a frown. ]

You on death’s door there? Got a plague? You sound delirious, lad. What’s your name?