Taji Sits Down To Dinner With Five-And-Twenty Kings, And A Royal Time They Have It was afternoon when we emerged from the defile.

And informed that our host was receiving his guests in the House of the Afternoon, thither we directed our steps.
Soft in our face, blew the blessed breezes of Omi, stirring the leaves overhead; while, here and there, through the trees, showed the idol-bearers of the royal retreat, hand in hand, linked with festoons of flowers.

Still beyond, on a level, sparkled the nodding crowns of the kings, like the constellation Corona-Borealis, the horizon just gained.
Close by his noon-tide friend, the cascade at the mouth of the grotto, reposed on his crimson mat, Donjalolo:--arrayed in a vestment of the finest white tappa of Mardi, figured all over with bright yellow lizards, so curiously stained in the gauze, that he seemed overrun, as with golden mice.
Marjora's girdle girdled his loins, tasseled with the congregated teeth of his sires.

A jeweled turban-tiara, milk-white, surmounted his brow, over which waved a copse of Pintado plumes.
But what sways in his hand?
A scepter, similar to those likenesses of scepters, imbedded among the corals at his feet.

A polished thigh- bone; by Braid-Beard declared once Teei's the Murdered.