"I hear the drums of the battlements," he said, "...and I hear the Drums of the Hill of Graves..."
And he listened a while, and Golden Bells was white.
"I hear the Drums of the Dim Mountain,"...and for a while he said nothing.
"Those would be the drums of Yung Chang..."
"I hear the Drums of Kai Yu Kwan," he said.
"Yes, Sanang, yes." Little Golden Bells was one quiver of fear.
"I hear the Drums of the Convent of the Red Monks," said Sanang. "I hear drums calling the Tatar tribes... I hear the slap of saddles. I hear the jingle of bits... I hear galloping ponies..."
"Yes, Sanang, Oh, hurry, Sanang! hurry!"
He listened a little while longer, and then he took off the Distant Ears.
"Your man's saved," he said.