But it must be said that these two lovers of Leeboo's looked--with those garlands of flowers around their necks--more foolish than ever.
She trotted them round for two whole hours. Then she resumed her sceptre, and intimated her intention to return to the palace.
For a whole week these rambles were continued day after day.
Then storm-winds blew wild from off the snow-patched mountains, and Leeboo was confined to her palace for days.
Her maids of honour, however, did all they could to please and comfort her. They brought her the choicest of fruits, and they told her strange weird tales of strange weird people and mannikins who in these regions dwell deep down in caves below the ground, and often steal little children to nurse their tiny infants.
And they sang or chanted to her also, and all night long in the drapery-hung chamber, where she reposed on a couch of skins, they lay near her, ready to start to their feet and obey her slightest command.
Leeboo ruled her empire by love. But she could be haughty and stern when she pleased, only she never made use of that terrible spear, one touch of which meant death.
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In less than six-weeks' time Queen Leeboo had so thoroughly gained the confidence of her people that she was trusted to go anywhere, although always under the eyes of the young prince or Kaloomah.
I believe Leeboo would have learned to like the savages but for their cannibal tastes, and several times, when men returned from the war-path, she had to witness the most terrible of orgies.