"Poison, and it was meant for me! Speak!" "Lord, I will tell all.

I am dying!" It was a strange tale of misplaced loyalty and gratitude, but it was peculiarly oriental.

And when they learned that Umballa was hidden in his own house and the king in a hut outside the city, they knew that God was just, whatever His prophet's name might be.

Before he died the majordomo explained the method of entering the secret chamber.
The quail and pheasant, the fruits and wine remained untouched.

The hall became deserted almost immediately.