“The flowers have not withered,” said Toro, impulsively. “Do listen to me. Perchance—” He broke off in some confusion, as by some sudden remembrance.
“Speak no more, I pray thee,” said Keiki, commandingly.
“Forgive me. I would speak of my gratitude to you.”
“Toro, I will place you in command of a small company. At first I could not do more without antagonizing some of my people. They would say that your adherence was too recent.”
Toro replied:
“I do not seek that honor. I ask a humbler station.”
“You shall be upon my personal staff for the present,” was Keiki’s response. “Later, as occasion offers, I will honorably advance you.”
Keiki now rose. Bowing to Toro, he signified that the interview was at an end. Still Toro hesitated.
“You wish to have further talk with me?” inquired Keiki.
“I crave pardon,” said Toro, somewhat embarrassed, “but—”