He said not, 'Come you to fight, you fogs and vapors?
come you to dwell?
or come you to fish in the sea ?' Go to, then, kings of Mardi!" Upon this, the old king fell back; and his place was supplied by a noble chief, of a free, frank bearing.

Advancing quickly toward the boat, he exclaimed--"I am Media, the son of Media.

Thrice welcome, Taji.

On my island of Odo hast thou an altar.

I claim thee for my guest." He then reminded the rest, that the strangers had voyaged far, and needed repose.