Now those upon the bank saw him, and a sweet voice spoke through the mist, saying--"Lay down that weapon, my guest, for we are not come to harm you." It was the voice of the Khania Atene, and the man with her was the old Shaman Simbri.
"What shall we do now, Horace ?" asked Leo with something like a groan, for in the whole world there were no two people whom he less wished to see.
"Nothing," I answered, "it is for them to play." "Come to us," called the Khania across the water.

"I swear that we mean no harm.

Are we not alone ?" "I do not know," answered Leo, "but it seems unlikely.

Where we are we stop until we are ready to march again." Atene spoke to Simbri.

What she said we could not hear, for she whispered, but she appeared to be arguing with him and persuading him to some course of which he strongly disapproved.