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Updated: June 9, 2025
If he came through all right, then "the Governor" as he called his father, with the friendly affection of a good comrade, and as all others in Mandakan called him because of his position the Governor then would say that whatever harm he had done indirectly was now undone.
Now in the Palace yard his body lay under a canopy, the flags of Mandakan and England over his breast, twenty of his own naked body-guard stood round, and four of his high chiefs stood at his head and four at his feet, and little lads ran softly past, crying: "Corn and tears and wine for the dead!" And behind all these again were placed the dark battalions and the hillsmen.
If he came through all right, then "the Governor" as he called his father, with the friendly affection of a good comrade, and as all others in Mandakan called him because of his position the Governor then would say that whatever harm he had done indirectly was now undone.
Down at the opal beach, under a palm-tree, he sat, telling stories of his pranks at college to Boonda Broke, the half-breed son of a former Dakoon who had ruled the State of Mandakan when first the English came.
But two such are there that I have seen in Mandakan to-day, and they are thyself and mine own son." The lad laughed. "I have eaten good meat," said he, "and I have no muddy blood."
Children of heavenly Mandakan, Pango Dooni has lived at variance with us, but now he is our friend. A strong man should rule in the Palace of Mandakan as my brother and the friend of my people. I speak for Pango Dooni. For whom do you speak?" As he had said, so said all the people in the Hall of the Heavenly Hours, and it was taken up with shouts by the people in the Palace yard.
No man knew from Cumner's speech who was to be Dakoon, yet every man in Mandakan said in the quiet of his home that night: "To-morrow Pango Dooni will be Dakoon. We will be as the stubble of the field before him. But Pango Dooni is a strong man."
Then we shall be in my own country. See, the dawn comes up! 'Twixt here and the Bar of Balmud our danger lies. A hundred men may ambush there, for Boonda Broke's thieves have scattered all the way from Mandakan to our borders." Cumner's Son looked round. There were hills and defiles everywhere, and a thousand places where foes could hide.
She was carried forth on a litter, and set down, and the long procession passed by her as she lay. She smiled at all an ineffable smile of peace, and her eyes had in them the light of a good day drawing to its close. Only once did she speak, and that was when all had passed, and a fine troop of horsemen came riding up. This was the Dakoon of Mandakan and his retinue.
"To visit a dirty beggar in the Residency Square, and afterwards to the little house of Cushnan Di," was the reply. The years went by. In the cool of a summer evening a long procession of people passed through the avenues of blossoming peach and cherry trees in Mandakan, singing a high chant or song.
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