"We have waited long for you to visit us, brother," I said. "Now that you have come we shall make you stay many moons."
His smile became sad.
"It can not be. Ta-wan-ne-ars comes to say good-bye."
"Good-bye?"
"Yes, brother. Have you forgotten the search for my Lost Soul!"
"But she is dead!"
"She is with Ata-ent-sic."
"What is this that you speak of?" demanded the governor.
And we told him the story of Ga-ha-no, while the sunshine mottled the dust of Pearl Street and the life of the little town droned sleepily under the trees.
Master Burnet drew a deep breath when the tale was finished.