“Chieftain”—­Tian threw forth his voice—­“your word must be as iron—­’Six captains shall attend.’  There is yet another way.”

“Speak on,” Ah-tang commanded.

“The quality of Ah-tang’s chiefs resides not in a cloak of silk nor in a silver-hilted sword, but in the sinews of their arms and the lightning of their eyes.  If they but carry these they proclaim their rank for all to see.  Let six attend taking neither sword nor shield, neither hat nor sandal, nor yet anything between.  ’There are six thousand more,’ shall be their taunt, ’but Ko’en Cheng’s hospitality drew rein at six.  He feared lest they might carry arms; behold they have come naked.  Ti-foo need not tremble.”

“It is well,” agreed Ah-tang.  “At least, nothing better offers.  Let five accompany you.”

Seated on a powerful horse Tian led the way.  The others, not being of his immediate band, had not acquired the necessary control, so that they walked in a company.  Coming to the Lantern Gate Tian turned his horse suddenly so that its angry hoof struck the gate.  Looking back he saw the others following, with no great space between, and so passed in.

When the five naked captains reached the open gate they paused.  Within stood a great concourse of the people, these being equally of both sexes, but they of the inner chambers pressing resolutely to the front.  Through the throng of these their way must lead, and at the sight the hearts of all became as stagnant water in the sun.

“Tarry not for me, O brothers,” said the one who led.  “A thorn has pierced my foot.  Take honourable precedence while I draw it forth.”

“Never,” declared the second of the band, “never shall it be cast abroad that Kang of the House of Ka failed his brother in necessity.  I sustain thy shoulder, comrade.”

“Alas!” exclaimed the third.  “This person broke his fast on rhubarb stewed in fat.  Inopportunely—­” So he too turned aside.

“Have we considered well,” said they who remained, “whether this be not a subtle snare, and while the camp is denuded of its foremost warriors a strong force—?”

Unconscious of these details, Tian went on alone.  In spite of the absence of gravity on the part of the more explicit portion of the throng he suffered no embarrassment, partly because of his position, but chiefly through his inability to understand that his condition differed in any degree from theirs; for, owing to the piercing nature of his vision, they were to him as he to them.  In this way he came to the open space known as the Space of the Eight Directions, where Ko’en Cheng and his nobles were assembled.

“One comes alone,” they cried.  “This guise is as a taunt.”  “Naked to a naked town—­the analogy is plain.”  “Shall the mocker be suffered to return?”