“A store.”
“Call it that if you like.”
“And what became of you?”
“You know that a Haji before dying can take refuge in whatever part of the tree still remains. So I passed from box to box. As the boxes were packed in larger boxes and carried away, I went from one to another of those that remained.
“At last the pyramid became very small; only a hundred and forty-four boxes were left. They were all put together and I was carried to this city. The boxes were sold one by one. I lived in the last, in this one where you found me. All this time I had before me the picture of the frightful end that awaited me. At first when I realized that my power, my peace and happiness were over, I supposed I should still live, so imagine my terror when.... It makes me crazy to think of it.”
The End of Fiam’s Fears
CHAPTER VII THE END OF FIAM’S FEARS
“Poor little thing!” I exclaimed. “Do tell me more.”