The kindness of his heart is never exhausted.

Truly, O Dagaeoga, he has been a shield between us and our enemies.

Now the rain will come, it will pour hard, it will sweep along the slopes, and wash away any faint trace of a trail that we may have left, thus hiding our flight from the eyes of wandering warriors." "All that's true, and now that you've explained it to your satisfaction, you obey me, exercise your will and go to sleep.

I've recovered my rulership, and I mean to exercise it to the full for the little time that it may last." Tayoga obeyed, composing himself in the easiest attitude on his blanket and bed of leaves, and he exerted his will to the utmost.

He wished sleep, and sleep must come, yet he knew that the fever was still rising in his veins.