"Child of Kings with a heart of kings, permit me to kiss your hand and to lead you back to your people, that I would were more worthy of you.

Ah! yes, I would that _we_ were your people." Maqueda stretched out her hand, and, taking it, the Sultan barely touched her fingers with his lips.

Then, still holding them, he rode with her toward the pass.
As we approached its mouth, where the Abati were crowded together, watching our conference, I heard them murmur, "The Sultan, the Sultan himself!" and saw the prince Joshua mutter some eager words to the officers about him.
"Look out, Doctor," said Quick into my ear.

"Unless I'm mistook, that porpoise is going to play some game." Hardly were the words out of his mouth when, uttering the most valiant shouts and with swords drawn, Joshua and a body of his companions galloped up and surrounded our little group.
"Now yield, Barung," bellowed Joshua; "yield or die!" The Sultan stared at him in astonishment, then answered: "If I had any weapon (he had thrown down his lance when he took Maqueda by the hand), certainly one of us should die, O Hog in man's clothes." Then he turned to Maqueda and added, "Child of Kings, I knew these people of yours to be cowardly and treacherous, but is it thus that you suffer them to deal with envoys under a flag of peace ?" "Not so, not so," she cried.

"My uncle Joshua, you disgrace me; you make our people a shame, a hissing, and a reproach.