And Umballa realized that it was in the blood of these children to be brave and quiet.

There was no mercy in his heart.

He was power mad and gold mad, and his enemies lived because he could reach neither of his desires over their dead bodies.
The rigmarole and mummery Winnie went through affected her exactly as it had affected her sister.

It was all a hideous nightmare, and at any moment she expected to wake up in her cozy corner at Edendale.
In the bazaars they began to laugh at Umballa and his coronations, or durbars.

They began to jest at his futile efforts to crown some one through whom he could put his greedy hand into the treasury.