He saw, however, that nothing could be done without the consent and support of the higher powers, and that he must curb his martial ardour and abide by the decisions of Those Above.

The present topic of conversation being exhausted, both sat in silence for a while, each following his own train of thoughts.

Okoya was the first to speak again.
"Does your hanutsh mourn ?" "The women have gone to weep with the dead," replied Hayoue.

"I too am mourning," he added sorrowfully; "but I mourn as is becoming to a man.
Crying and weeping belong only to women." "I have cried," whispered Okoya timidly, as he looked at his friend with a doubting glance.

He was ashamed of the confession, and yet could not restrain himself from making it.