“All is over and ended,” said a voice.  “Soldiers, salute the king with the royal salute.”

“Nay,” answered Nodwengo.  “Salute me not, salute the Cross and him who hangs thereon.”

So, while the rays of the setting sun shone about it, regiment by regiment that great army rushed past the koppie, and pausing opposite to the cross and its burden, they rendered to it the royal salute of kings.

*****

Then the night fell, and thus through the power of Faith that now, as of old, is the only true and efficient magic, was accomplished the mission to the Sons of Fire of the Saint and Martyr, Thomas Owen, and of his murderer and disciple, the Wizard Hokosa.