Houdania! Houdania! Where was Houdania?
Surely the name was familiar.

With a superhuman effort of will he clenched his hands and jaws and sat motionless, seeking the difficult boon of concentration.

Out of the maelstrom of his mind haltingly it came, and with it memory in panoramic flashes.
Once more he heard the clatter of cavalry galloping up a winding mountain road to a gabled city whose roofs and turrets glinted ruddily in the westering sun.

There had been royalty abroad with a brilliant escort, handsome, dark-skinned men with a lingering trace of Arab about the eyes, who galloped rapidly by him up the winding road to the little kingdom in the mountains.

Houdania!--yes that was it--of course.
Houdania! A Lilliputian monarchy of ardent patriots.