with her as her slave; and as she did not dare to say
what she felt, or use caresses to prevail upon me, she stamped her
little feet with eagerness and impatience. The struggle in my own
heart was excessive. I presumed that we were about to be made a
present to some other king, and I felt that I never could expect so
easy and so pleasant a servitude as I then enjoyed. I was sincerely
attached, and indeed latterly, I was more than attached, to Whyna; I
felt that it was dangerous. Had the old king been dead, I would have
been content to pass my life with her; and I was still hesitating,
notwithstanding the remonstrances of my companions, when the crowd
opened a little, and I beheld the old king looking at me, and I felt
convinced that his jealousy was at last aroused, and that if I
consented to remain, my life would not be worth a day's purchase.

Whyna also turned, and met the look of the old king. Whether she read
in his countenance what I did, I know not; but this is certain, she
made no more attempts to persuade me, but waving her hand for us to
set off on our journey, she slowly retired, and when arrived at the
hut turned round towards us. We all prostrated ourselves before her,
and then set off on our journey. She retired to the door of her own
hut, and two or three times waved her hand to us, at which our guards
made us every time again prostrate ourselves. She then walked out to
the little hill where she always went up to pray, and for the last
time waved her hand, and then I perceived her sink down on the ground,
and turn her head in the direction which she always did when she
prayed.

We now proceeded on our journey in a north-west direction, our guards
treating us with the greatest kindness. We rested every day from ten
till four o'clock in the afternoon, and then walked till late at
night. Corn was supplied us from the scattered hamlets as we passed
along, and our escort procured us flesh and fowl with their bows and
arrows; but we were in a state of great anxiety to know where we were
going, and nobody appeared able or willing to tell us. I often thought
of Whyna, and at times repented that I had not remained with her, as I
feared falling into a worse slavery, but the recollection of the old
king's diabolical parting look was sufficient to make me think that it
was best as it was. Now that I had left my mistress, I thought of her
kindness and amiable qualities, and her affection for me; and although
it may