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They did not understand, nor did they seek to understand; because they knew the inefficiency of details and they also knew the value of mere import. But the king, child of a social order that wreaks itself on particularizations, returned to his quest for a certain recounting. "Prince Tabnit," he said, "the High Council and the people of Yaque are impatient for your answer to this woman's words."
May the gods permit the possible." "Do you mean to say," asked St. George, "that we too would better look out the prince at once?" "The adôn is wise," said Jarvo simply, "but nothing is hid from Prince Tabnit." St. George considered.
"A trust," comprehended Amory; "an absolute monarchy is a bit of a trust, anyhow. Of course, it's sometimes an outraged trust..." he murmured on. "The adôn," said Jarvo humbly, "will understand that we, I and Akko, have borne great risk. It is necessary that we make our peace with all speed, if that may be. The very walls are the ears of Prince Tabnit, and it is better to be behind those walls.
George understood and lived the divine madness of all great moments, the madness that realizes one star and is content that all the heavens shall march unintelligibly past so long as that single shining is not dimmed. But King Otho was riding no such griffin with sun-gold wings. King Otho was genuinely and personally interested in the woman's words. He turned to Prince Tabnit with animation.
Prince Tabnit smiled in the eagerly interested face of his sovereign, and rose and came to the edge of the dais, his garments embroidered by a thousand needles touching and floating about him; and it was as if he reached those before him by a kind of spiritual magnetism, not without sublimity.
He perceived that he must give them more definite attention than his half-idle device of the wine intended as that had been as a mere hyperspatial practical joke, not in the least irreconcilable with his office of host. "Mr. St. George came to Yaque to help me find my father," Olivia was concluding earnestly, "and if anything has happened to him, Prince Tabnit, I alone am responsible."
George's hand, "do look at those children's aprons. I'm afraid we'll all contract fever after fever, just coming this far." Unkempt women were occupying the doorstep of No. 19. St. George accosted them and asked the way to the rooms of a Mr. Tabnit.
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