We were not left alone, however, for the Khania and her uncle, the Shaman, who always attended her, joined our meal.

When we greeted them wondering, she said briefly that it was arranged thus because she refused to expose us to more insults.

She added that a festival had begun which would last for a week, and that she did not wish us to see how vile were the ways of her people.
That evening and many others which followed it--we never dined in the central hall again--passed pleasantly enough, for the Khania made Leo tell her of England where he was born, and of the lands that he had visited, their peoples and customs.

I spoke also of the history of Alexander, whose general Rassen, her far-off forefather, conquered the country of Kaloon, and of the land of Egypt, whence the latter came, and so it went on till midnight, while Atene listened to us greedily, her eyes fixed always on Leo's face.
Many such nights did we spend thus in the palace of the city of Kaloon where, in fact, we were close prisoners.

But oh! the days hung heavy on our hands.