This being so, they would amend their proposition, knowing the mind of their Sultan, and having, indeed, plenipotentiary powers.
"Lady of Mur," he went on, addressing Maqueda directly, "fair daughter of the great god Harmac and a mortal queen, what we have offered to the white lords, your guests, we offer to you also.

Barung, our Sultan, shall make you his head wife; or, if that does not please you, you shall wed whom you will"-- and, perhaps by accident, the envoy's roving eyes rested for a moment upon Oliver Orme.
"Leave, then, your rock-rabbits, who dare not quit their cliffs when but three messengers wait without with sticks," and he glanced at the spear in his hand, "and come to dwell among men.

Listen, high Lady; we know your case.

You do your best in a hopeless task.

Had it not been for you and your courage, Mur would have been ours three years ago, and it was ours before your tribe wandered thither.