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Updated: May 1, 2025
'Kish Taka go back now. The Indian stood, arms folded across his gaunt chest, eyes hard on Howard's. 'Back to the Bad Lands to sit down. Soon Kish Taka's dog comes and with him a man. And while he waits, Kish Taka will make many stones piled up on his brother. He swung on his heel to go. But Howard caught at his arm. 'Wait, he said. 'Two things! One, where that fire is are two people.
The feather was grey, from a dove's wing, and grey is symbolical of the Underworld with the Hopi; the hair was from the head of Kish Taka's brother. The meaning was plain. The explanation came stoically: Kish Taka pointed to the wound upon his own head. Jim Courtot, more cunning than they had thought, had surprised his pursuers, had even come out into the desert to take them unawares.
He ordered the poet prince to cut his hair and go eastward in expiation of the crime of seeking to win Taka's affections, and having thus officially rehabilitated her reputation, he introduced her into the household of the Empress Dowager, his own daughter, through whose connivance the lady soon found her way to the young Emperor's chamber and became the mother of his successor, Yozei.
By the time that the first hint of coming coolness crept into the air Howard sat up, somewhat refreshed and again eager to be moving. He turned to the Indian with a question on his lips, for a thought had come to him. 'Do you know Jim Courtot? he asked sharply. Kish Taka's eyes were veiled. 'What man, Jeem Cour'? he demanded expressionlessly. Then, with the naïveté of a child: 'Him your frien'?
He had killed the other Indian from ambush, had wounded Kish Taka and had fled. Now Kish Taka's tribesmen would understand and another runner would come to take the place of him who had fallen. That the dog would understand to make the return across the desert to 'where they lived' was also explained. Each man there had his dog, each man had his friend.
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