Padway stood up and peered at the field. He called softly: "Hai, Dagalaif!"
The marshal detached himself from the crowd and came over. "Hails, Martinus! what can I do for you?"
Padway whispered his instructions.
Then he said to Priam: "You see the man in the red cloak on the stand, the one who is talking? Well, you're to go over there and climb up on the stand, and say 'atta' to him. Loudly, so everybody can hear. Say it a lot of times, until something happens. Then you run back here."
Priam frowned in concentration. "But the man isn't my father! This is my father!" He pointed to Ajax.
"I know. But you do as I say if you want your money. Can you remember your instructions?"
So Priam trailed off through the crowd of Goths with Dagalaif at his heels. They were lost to Padway's sight for a few minutes, while Thiudegiskel shrilled on. Then the little Negro's form appeared on the stand, boosted up by Dagalaif's strong arms. Padway clearly heard the childish cry of "Atta!"
Thiudegiskel stopped in the middle of a sentence. Priam repeated: "Atta! Atta!"
"He seems to know you!" shouted a voice down front.
Thiudegiskel stood silent, scowling and turning red. A low mutter of laughter ran through the Goths and swelled to a roar.