Bry shook his head.
“Whatever else we possess, except our wonderful travelling machine, we will freely give to our brother,” said he. “But even Nalig-Nad has no right to demand our slaves, and we shall keep them.”
The king seemed disappointed. After a moment’s pause,
“Think of it,” he said; “and meantime make my home your home. We will talk of these matters again.”
He waved his hand in dismissal and turned to caress the children.
Ogo the chief said, sternly: “Come!” but Bry stood still.
“Have we the king’s permission to visit his dominions in our machine, while we are his guests?” he asked.
“Not yet,” replied Nalig-Nad, with the first touch of impatience he had shown; “we will talk again before you leave my village.”
“That does not sound friendly,” retorted Bryonia, frowning.
“Have you done anything to forfeit my friendship?” enquired the king, turning a swift glance upon the speaker. “Be content. Only in the king’s village should the brothers and guests of the king remain in peace and comfort. My people shall be your servants, and you may command them as you will; but you must not go outside the wall.”