Chapter 5 A
DEAD QUEEN’S JEWELS.For round about the walls yclothed were
With goodly arras of great maiesty,
Woven with golde and silke so close and nere
That the rich metall lurked privily.
The Faërie Queene.
He found the sentinels by the pathway half reluctant to let him
pass, but they did not forbid him. Evidently it was only their awe
of him as the “Great White Prophet,” to whom Multnomah had added
the dignity of an Indian sachem, that overcame their scruples. It
was with a sense of doing wrong that he went on. “If Multnomah
knew,” he thought, “what would he do?” And brave as Cecil was, he
shuddered, thinking how deadly the wrath of the war-chief would be,
if he knew of these secret visits to his daughter.
“It is an a***e of hospitality; it is clandestine, wrong,” he
