“Very small,” said Mohi.
“You are extortionate, good Pani,” said Media. “And what wants an aged mortal like you with all these things?”
“I thought superfluities were worthless; nay, sinful,” said Babbalanja.
“Is not this your habitation already more than abundantly supplied with all desirable furnishings?” asked Yoomy.
“I am but a lowly laborer,” said the old man, meekly crossing his arms, “but does not the lowliest laborer ask and receive his reward? and shall I miss mine?—But I beg charity of none. What I ask, I demand; and in the dread name of great Alma, who appointed me a guide.” And to and fro he strode, groping as he went.
Marking his blindness, whispered Babbalanja to Media, “My lord, methinks this Pani must be a poor guide. In his journeys inland, his little child leads him; why not, then, take the guide’s guide?”
But Pani would not part with the child.
Then said Mohi in a low voice, “My lord Media, though I am no appointed guide; yet, will I undertake to lead you aright over all this island; for I am an old man, and have been here oft by myself; though I can not undertake to conduct you up the peak of Ofo, and to the more secret temples.”
Then Pani said: “and what mortal may this be, who pretends to thread the labyrinthine wilds of Maramma? Beware!”
“He is one with eyes that see,” made answer Babbalanja.