"Your own coming to Yaque," he said abruptly, "was the result of a sudden decision?"
"Quite so, your Highness," replied St. George. "It was wholly unexpected."
"Then we must try to make it also an unexpected pleasure," suggested the prince lightly. "I am come to ask you to spend the day with me in looking about Med, the King's City."
He dropped the monogrammed stub of his cigarette in a little jar of smaragdos, brought, he mentioned in passing, from a despoiled temple of one of the Chthonian deities of Tyre, and turned toward his guests with a winning smile.
"Come," he said, "I can no longer postpone my own pleasure in showing you that our nation is the Lady of Kingdoms as once were Babylon and Chaldea."
It was as if the strange panorama of the night before had once more opened its frame, and they were to step within. As the prince left them St. George turned to Rollo for the novelty of addressing a reality.
"How do you wish to spend the day, Rollo?" he asked him.
Rollo looked pensive.
"Could I stroll about a bit, sir?" he asked.
"Stroll!" commanded St. George cheerfully.