Then Sanaima raised his hands to heaven as though to invoke a blessing, and said, solemnly,
“In the name of the Great Spirit whom I serve, I recognise and welcome thee, my lord Mellenda!”
But still Monella waved his hand for silence; and, raising his voice, he cried,
“Come forth, Black Coryon! I command thee! Come forth!”
And Coryon came forward, and stood before him; but he durst not meet his eyes.
Monella slowly raised his arm and straightened it, pointing his finger at his enemy.
“And who, foul Coryon, who dost thou say I am?”
For the space of a few seconds Coryon looked his questioner in the face. There was a brief struggle to hold his own and to repel with proud defiance the glance Monella turned on him; then, bowing his head, he murmured humbly,
“Thou art my lord Mellenda!”