Continue to merit my favor, for upon that favor rests"-- he laughed, he was in high good spirits and humor that morning--"the lady." Marteau saluted.

In spite of himself a certain hope began to spring up in his heart.

That Emperor was almost a demi-god to his men.

Whatever he had essayed he had generally achieved in times past, and who could tell?
Certainly they were on the eve of great events..