"We are friendless here except for Olfan, and he has little real power, for the priests have tampered with the captains and the soldiers who fear them.

How can we get out of this city?
And if we got out what would become of us, unarmed and alone?
All that we can do is to keep heart and hope for the best.

Certainly they are right who declare that no good comes of seeking after treasure; though I believe that we shall live to win it yet," he added.
"What! Deliverer," said a satirical voice behind him, "do you still desire the red stones, who whose heart's blood shall soon redden a certain stone yonder?
Truly the greed of the white man is great." Leonard looked round.

It was Soa who spoke, Soa who had been listening to their talk, and she was glaring at him with an expression of intense hate in her sullen eyes.

A thought came into his mind.