“What did you want––by the hut yonder? Your course lay another way.”
“Ain’t a free man a right up there?”
“It is the shrine of the Golden One.”
“It ain’t marked sech.”
“But you have learned––now. It is better in a strange country to learn such things before than afterwards.”
“The same to you––’bout strange people.”
The Priest smoked idly a few minutes longer.
“Where is the other?” he asked again.
“Ask your Golden Man.”
“He knows only the dead. Shall I wait?”