…Now, this turned out to be both a blessing and a curse on
Conan because at night when he wanted to sleep the cat’s
eye was forever starting at the squeak of a mouse and the
flurry of a bird, and during the day, when he wanted to
observe the movements of a host or the gathering of an
assembly, the eye was fast close in his head in the deepest
sleep, and there was nothing that Conan could do about it.
However, knowing nothing of all this yet, Conan
went in to his lord and master and told him of the
two cunning physicians who had come to Underhill.
“Bring them in,” said Pryderi from his sick bed…