He prayed less as a suppliant than as an ally.

A strange emotion tingled in my blood, half awe, half sympathy.

As I have said, I understood that there are men born to kingship.
He ceased with a benediction.

Then he put on his leopard-skin cloak and kilt, and received from the kneeling chief a spear and shield.

Now he was more king than priest, more barbarian than Christian.