"What is that?"
Delabar hesitated.
"The symbol is some barbarian sign. The Wusun cherish it, perhaps because cut off from the world, they have no other faith than the faith of their forefathers." The scientist's high voice rang with strong conviction. "In the annals of the Han dynasty, before the birth of Christ, it is related that an army under the General Ho K'u-p'ing was sent on plea of the Buddhists to destroy the Huing-nu—, the 'green-eyed devils' and the Wusun—the Tall Ones,' of the west. The military expedition failed. But since then the Buddhists have been embittered against the Wusun—have guarded them as prisoners."
"Then religious fanaticism is the answer?"
"A religious feud."
"Because the Wusun will not adopt Buddhism?"
"Because they cling to the absurd sign of their faith!"
Gray passed a gnarled hand across his chin and frowned at his rifle.
"Sounds queer. I'd like to see that sign."
Delabar settled himself uneasily against the jarring of the cart.