"The men are tired and hungry, Raal. Some of them are weak from the long journey. Mahatma Sikandar, the wise man, has ordered a feast to be set before us. After that we will go and the men will be better able to stand the march when their stomachs are full. Is that not true, Raal?"
"Yes, O Master, I know you speak the truth but my heart is heavy for fear that harm will come to Veena."
Suddenly Sikandar, who had been gazing into the crystal ball, said quietly:
"Tell Raal, the great warrior, that the little princess is safe. Before two days are gone she will be under the protection of her own people. Do not fear."
Raal smiled but looked eagerly toward his horse as if anxious to be gone.
"Rest, my friends, and eat for the journey is hard and beset with many dangers."
"What do you see, Master?" asked Dick again seating himself beside the Hindu. "Shall we have to fight?"
"Yes, Dick Sahib, before two days are gone you will have to fight for someone you love dearly." The Hindu gazed into the crystal and did not speak for a long time. Then he straightened up and drew his hand across his eyes.
"I do not see clearly. A fog shuts out the sight. It is not meant that you should know. I cannot see!"
"Say Dick, don't put any stock in all that talk. I never thought you'd fall for a lot of bunk like that. How can he tell, by looking into a glass ball, what is going to happen?"