The sly old fox! I little guessed his intent when he asked me to make him governor of the paltry little province of Kyong-ju.

Kyong-ju had no wealth of farms or fisheries.

The taxes scarce paid the collecting, and the governorship was little more than an empty honour.

The place was in truth a graveyard--a sacred graveyard, for on Tabong Mountain were shrined and sepultured the bones of the ancient kings of Silla.

Better governor of Kyong-ju than retainer of Adam Strang, was what I thought was in his mind; nor did I dream that it was except for fear of loneliness that caused him to take four of the cunies with him.
Gorgeous were the two years that followed.