Kunelik looked surprised.
“Where to, my son?”
“It matters not just now. You shall know in time. Will you get ready?”
“No, my son, I won’t.”
“But Ujarak says you are to get ready.”
“Still, my son, I won’t.”
“Mother!” exclaimed Ippegoo, with that look and tone which usually follows the saying of something very wicked; but the pleasant little woman went on with her work with an air of such calm good-natured resolution that her son felt helpless.
“Then, mother, I know not what to do.”
“What did he tell you to do?” asked Kunelik abruptly.
The youth gave as much of his conversation with the wizard as sufficed to utterly perplex his mother’s mind without enlightening it much. When he had finished, or rather had come to an abrupt stop, she looked at him calmly, and said—