The girl had noticed that Shoz-Dijiji always seemed to be where he could see to a great distance when he rested—or rather idled, for he never seemed to be in the need of rest. Sometimes he scanned the horizon through a pair of field glasses. Finally he touched the glasses to call her attention to them.
“You know who belong these?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“Your lover,” he said, laughing.
“My lover!” she exclaimed. “What do you mean? I have no lover.”
He looked at her intently for a moment. “You no love King?” he asked.
It was her turn to laugh. “He is only a friend,” she said. “Are those his glasses?”
“You no love him?” he insisted.
“Of course not.”
“Shoz-Dijiji know that, he kill him that time,” he said, quite simply.