“Ah!” said Joshua, “a servant, a person of no degree, who yet dares to threaten me, the premier prince of the Abati, to my face.”

“In the presence of death all men are equal, Prince.  You acted in a fashion that might have brought his lord, who was daring a desperate deed, to a hideous doom.”

“And what do I care about his lord’s desperate deeds, Physician?  I see that you set store by such things, and think those who accomplish them great and wonderful.  Well, we do not.  There is no savage among the barbarous Fung would not do all that your Orme does, and more, just because he is a savage.  We who are civilized, we who are cultivated, we who are wise, know better.  Our lives were given us to enjoy, not to throw away or to lose at the sword’s point, and, therefore, no doubt, you would call us cowards.”

“Yet, Prince, those who bear that title of coward which you hold one of honour, are apt to perish ‘at the sword’s point.’  The Fung wait without your gates, O Prince.”

“And therefore, O Gentile, we hire you to fight the Fung.  Still, I bear no grudge against your servant, Quick, who is himself but a white-skinned Fung, for he acted according to his nature, and I forgive him; only in the future let him beware!  And now—­for a greater matter.  The Child of Kings is beautiful, she is young and high spirited; a new face from another land may perchance touch her fancy.  But,” he added meaningly, “let the owner of that face remember who she is and what he is; let him remember that for any outside the circle of the ancient blood to lift his eyes to the daughter of Solomon is to earn death, death slow and cruel for himself and all who aid and abet him.  Let him remember, lastly, that this high-born lady to whom he, an unknown and vagrant Gentile, dares to talk as equal to equal, has from childhood been my affianced, who will shortly be my wife, although it may please her to seem to flout me after the fashion of maidens, and that we Abati are jealous of the honour of our women.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Prince,” I answered, for by now my temper was roused.  “But I would have you understand something also—­that we are men of a high race whose arm stretches over half the world, and that we differ from the little tribe of the Abati, whose fame is not known to us, in this—­that we are jealous of our own honour, and do not need to hire strangers to fight the foes we fear to face.  Next time I come to attend to your wounds, O Prince, I trust that they will be in front, and not behind.  One word more, if you will be advised by me you will not threaten that Captain whom you call a Gentile and a mercenary, lest you should learn that it is not always well to be a coward, of blood however ancient.”

Then, in a towering rage, I left him, feeling that I had made a thorough fool of myself.  But the truth was that I could not sit still and hear men such as my companions, to say nothing of myself, spoken of thus by a bloated cur, who called himself a prince and boasted of his own poltroonery.  He glowered at me as I went, and the men of his party who hung about the end of the great room and in his courts, glowered at me also.  Clearly he was a very dangerous cur, and I almost wished that instead of threatening to slap his face down in the tunnel, Quick had broken his neck and made an end of him.