"Ah! it's that stupid Harounaga," he muttered.
Loo leaped ashore. He wore a superb sword at his waist.
"Twenty men to a boat," he shouted. "There are forty of them, which will make eight hundred men to each voyage."
The General came forward.
"What! Prince Nagato!" he exclaimed.
"I am Naiboum,"[1] said the Prince; "all the glory of the affair shall fall to you."
"A sovereign expose himself thus to the risk of battle!" said Harounaga, in surprise.
"I wage war at my caprice, subject to no one; and I find a certain pleasure in these novel sensations."
"You!—you used to care for nothing but feasting!"
"I prefer warfare now," said the Prince, smiling; "I am fickle."