doing its work, Sidonian," and he turned to Kurri as he spoke. "Two
things of thine I had: thy life and thy spear-point. Thy life I gave
thee, thy spear-point thou didst lend me. Here, take it again," and he
tossed the spear-head to the Queen's Jeweller.

"I thank thee, lord," answered the Sidonian, thrusting it in his girdle;
but he muttered between his teeth, "The gifts of enemies are gifts of
evil."

The Wanderer did on his mail, set the helmet on his head, and spoke to
Rei. "Come forth, friend, and show me thy city."

But Rei was watching the smile on the face of the Sidonian, and he
deemed it cruel and crafty and warlike, like the laugh of the Sardana
of the sea. He said nought, but called a guard of soldiers, and with the
Wanderer he passed the Palace gates and went out into the city.

The sight was strange, and it was not thus that the old man, who loved
his land, would have had the Wanderer see it.

From all the wealthy houses, and from many of the poorer sort, rang the
wail of the women mourners as they sang their dirges for the dead.

But in the meaner quarters many a hovel was marked with three smears
of blood, dashed on each pillar of the door and on the lintel; and the
sound that came from these dwellings was the cry of mirth and festival.
There were two peoples; one laughed, one lamented. And in and out of
the houses marked with the splashes of blood women were ever going with
empty hands, or coming with hands full of jewels, of gold, of silver
rings, of cups, and purple stuffs. Empty they went out, laden they came