leaving him but a small people over whom to rule.

"It is hard, Mopo," he said, "that thou and I must mourn alone over

our woes while these dogs feast and make merry. Yet, because of the

gentleness of my heart, I will deal gently with them. Go out, son of

Makedama, and bid my children eat and drink if they have the heart,

for this mourning is ended. Scarcely will Unandi, my mother, sleep

well, seeing that so little blood has been shed on her grave--surely

her spirit will haunt my dreams. Yet, because of the gentleness of my