Here were men blessed with plenty and endowed of godliness still striking at each other; more artistically, and effectively, but none the less cowardly for that.

“What mean these men by fighting so?” inquired she, searching deeper than Harunaga had divined.

“To enforce a will,” replied he, without any hesitation.

“To vindicate the soul?”

“Yes.”

“Then it is not cowardly to use force, or its concomitant?”

“No.”

“I did no wrong, if that is true, in visiting the temple,” mused she, unabatedly.

Harunaga flushed, then turned pale.

“Not at all, your ladyship,” replied he, to her apparent satisfaction, though he knew very well that Christianity had been the means of taking her there.