“Considerate of him. And only you know about me?”
“Yes, majister.”
“Well, leave it at Jak for the moment. We will see.”
“Yes, majister.”
By Zair! There we were, back again to the “Yes, majisters” all the time. Confound it!
The meeting during which our chiefs would meet the party who had ridden secretly from Huringa was to take place in the ruined temple. The twin suns slanted into the western sky. The half-forgotten god’s name was, I believe, Rhampathey. Wango the Mak finished cooking the meal and I ate hugely and then went off to the River Llindal and, stripping off, plunged in. I did not swim but washed thoroughly. Then I had a Fristle fifi with her cunning scissors clip my hair and trim me up smartly. I took out the scarlet breechclout, neatly washed and pressed, and donned that ol
