and
thou--the future of Mandakan is all with ye; neither with Cumner, nor
with Pango Dooni, nor with Cushnan Di. To the old is given counsel, and
device, and wisdom, and holding; but to the young is given hope, and
vision, and action, and building, and peace."

"Cumner's Son is without," said he. "May I fetch him to thee?"

She looked grave, and shrank a little, then answered yes.

"So strong, so brave, so young!" she said, almost under her breath, as
the young man entered. Cumner's Son stood abashed at first to see this
angelic head, so full of light and life, like nothing he had ever seen,
and the nerveless, moveless body, like a flower with no roots.

"Thou art brave," said she, "and thy heart is without fear, for thou
hast no evil in thee. Great things shall come to thee, and to thee," she
added, turning to Tang-a-Dahit, "but by different ways."

Tang-a-Dahit looked at her as one would look at the face of a saint; and
his fingers, tired yet with the swinging of the sword, stroked the white
coverlet of her couch gently and abstractedly. Once or twice Cumner's
Son tried to speak, but failed; and at last all he could say was: "Thou
art good--thou art good!" and then he turned and stole quietly from the
room.

At midnight they carried the Dakoon to the resting-place of his fathers.
A thousand torches gleamed from the Palace gates through the Street of
Divers Pities, and along the Path by the Bazaar to the Tomb with the
Blue Dome. A hundred hillsmen rode before, and a hundred behind, and
between were two thousand soldiers of Mandakan on foot and fifty of
the late Dakoon's body-guard mounted and brilliant in scarlet and gold.
Behind the gun-carriage, which bore the body, walked the nephew of the
great Dakoon, then came a clear space, and then Pango Dooni, and
Cumner, and behind these twenty men of the artillery, at whose head rode
McDermot and Cumner's Son.

As they passed the Path by the Bazaar every eye among the hillsmen and
among the handful of British was alert. Suddenly a savage murmuring
among the natives in the Bazaar broke into a loud snarl, and it seemed
as if a storm was about to break; but as suddenly, at a call from
Cumner, the hillsmen, the British, and a thousand native soldiers, faced
the Bazaar in perfect silence, their lances, swords, and rifles in a
pose of menace. The whole procession stood still for a moment. In the
pause the crowds in the Bazaar drew back, then came a loud voice calling
on t