Promise me now, and I'll save him.

We'll send for the keeper of the khan's drums." And they sent for the keeper, and Sanang gave a message to be put on the Speaking Drums.
"Let you now," he told his helper, "get me the Distant Ears." And the helper brought him the Golden Ears, which were the like of a great bird's wings, and he put them on his head and he listened.
"I hear the drums of the battlements," he said, "...and I hear the Drums of the Hill of Graves..." And he listened a while, and Golden Bells was white.
"I hear the Drums of the Dim Mountain,"...and for a while he said nothing.
"Those would be the drums of Yung Chang..." "I hear the Drums of Kai Yu Kwan," he said.
"Yes, Sanang, yes." Little Golden Bells was one quiver of fear.
"I hear the Drums of the Convent of the Red Monks," said Sanang.

"I hear drums calling the Tatar tribes...

I hear the slap of saddles.

I hear the jingle of bits...