For all that, when Babalatchi spoke into the Sultan's ear certain proposals of a great and profitable raid, that was to sweep the islands from Ternate to Acheen, the Sultan was very angry.

"I know you, you men from the west," he exclaimed, angrily.

"Your words are poison in a Ruler's ears.

Your talk is of fire and murder and booty--but on our heads falls the vengeance of the blood you drink.
Begone!" There was nothing to be done.

Times were changed.