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Fairy Tale 
 
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 The Whiie Man 
 
 Told From The Gates of Sunset 
 
 by 
 
 Ella Sterling Mighels 
 
 Author of "The Full Glory ofDiantha," "The Story of the Files 
 of California, " "Little Mountain Princess, " 
 "Society and Babe Robinson, " etc. 
 
 Cover and Illustrations by W. Kimball Briggs. 
 
 PACIFIC PUBLICATION COMPANY 
 
 88 First St.. San Francisco. 
 
 1915 
 
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To the memory of 
 ADLEY HOOKE CUMMINS, 
 without whose magiiificent scholarship gained 
 from a knowledge of sixty languages and 
 dialects, and without whose Belief in the 
 Integrity of the White Race, this book would 
 never have been written. 
 
 All rights reserved. Copyright 1915. 
 Ella Sterling Mighels. 
 
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INTRODUCTION 
 
 As we stand gazing upon the glory of the sun in his path going down 
 into his night-palace in the great Pacific, a question arises. 
 
 The children of my neighbors want to know how far did we have to 
 come to get here, in the first place? For though we are native-born our 
 selves, yet each one has a tale to tell of parents who traveled far, and some 
 "farther than far" in order to get us this fair land of California as a birth 
 right. And before those grandparents also, was a great journey traveled, 
 always in this direction. 
 
 Although English is our native tongue, yet other languages are all 
 around us. Although we call ourselves Americans, yet there is a mingled 
 strain of Europe in our veins. Although we have German, Anglo-Saxon, 
 Scotch, French, Spanish, Norse, Italian, Russian and other ancestors, yet 
 for the sake of harmony we declare ourselves to be Irish and our favorite 
 color, green. This brings us all so close together that we begin to want 
 to know where did our ancestors of the WHITE Man first start from, in 
 order to get here. 
 
 For after all the many journeys from the old country, first crossing 
 the Atlantic before crossing the plains for three thousand miles, or coming 
 by ship by the way of Cape Horn or Panama, there is now no farther to 
 go. We now have reached the last edge of the last continent. And the 
 story must be told. 
 
 Who, then are we, restless followers of the sun for thousands of years 
 back? What made us a WHITE race in the beginning, or if we cannot 
 solve that question what is it that has kept us a WHITE race? What was 
 it away back there somewhere when our people first started out to follow 
 the sun s path that made us feel that "Blood was thicker than water"? and 
 kept us true to our own kind? 
 
 We have read all the old fairy stories to discover their hidden mean 
 ings, containing germs of truth preserved for thousands of years by the 
 grandmothers. And now we want to add one more to them, telling the 
 story of the WHITE Man, and how he came to follow, follow, the sun s 
 course, for it is a more marvelous fairy story than all the others put to 
 gether. 
 
 And we have all worked together to this end, that we may make 
 known our discoveries to all the nations of our race, and draw the WHITE 
 MAN to feel more kindly to his brother. And if there be some accursed 
 villains of the WHITE race amongst us be assured that beneath the white 
 skin there is a heart that belongs to another color. 
 
 To make clear to you how it is that "we-all-are-one," originally, one 
 of the neighbors children has arranged a family-tree from the languages 
 that our ancestors have spoken for thousands of years back. 
 
 ELLA STERLING MIGHELS, 
 
 Assisted by the Neighbors Children. 
 
 1605 Baker Street, San Francisco, California. 
 February 28th, 
 
CHAPTER HEADINGS 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 I. 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 II. 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 III. 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 IV. 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 V 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 VI. 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 VII. 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 VIII. 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 IX. 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 X. 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 XI. 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 XII. 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 XIII. 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 XIV. 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 XV. 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 XVI. 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 XVII. 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 XVIII 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 XIX. 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 XX. 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 XXI. 
 
 CHAPTER 
 
 XXJT. 
 
 The Little Queen of the Bright Ones. 
 
 The Wicked Princess Jalassa. 
 
 The Warriors Speak Up. 
 
 The Suyamvara. 
 
 The Treachery of that Terrible Day. 
 
 Where Was Avenant ? 
 
 "We Want our Lambkin and our Dove!" 
 
 Farewell to the City of Jalassa. 
 
 Bound for the Land of Ar-Ya. 
 
 At the Well in the Desert. 
 
 The Noble Seven. 
 
 The Meeting of the Bride and the Groom. 
 
 The Trance-Slumber of Una Materna. 
 
 The Four-Horned Ladies. 
 
 Una Hears the Voice of the Poor Young Giant. 
 
 The Four-Horned Caravan. 
 
 What Five Falling Stars Brought. 
 
 Una Materna Refuses to Forgive Avenant. 
 
 How the Four-Horned Caravan Came Back. 
 
 Una Materna Plunges into the Dark Forest. 
 
 Una Materna Forgives Avenant. 
 
 Farewell. 
 
FORE-WORD 
 
 We, the native high-born of the Land of the Setting Sun (whose 
 birthright the land is) send 
 
 GREETING 
 
 to the native high-born of the lands of the Rising Sun, as far back as 
 "The WHITE Man" may be found. 
 
 We do this in the name of the little Queen of the Bright Ones, Una 
 Materna, the ONE MOTHER of us all, for we are her descendants and 
 ought to be united in bonds of amity and peace for our own self-preser 
 vation. 
 
 And we send you this greeting because we know ! Here in our 
 beloved California, the Land of Sunset, is the meeting-place of all the 
 nations and of all the races of mankind, and if we be not warned in 
 time by the story of Una Materna and her grand old warriors, then we 
 shall hear the mort-cry of the WHITE Man. 
 
CHAPTER I. 
 
 THE LITTLE QUEEN OF THE BRIGHT ONES. 
 
 Once a king was out hunting with his huntsmen in the forest when 
 he pursued a magnificent stag, and became separated from them all. As 
 the hour of sunset approached, the stag bounded away out of sight as 
 if he had vanished into air, and the king found himself alone in a strange 
 place. 
 
 His horse was tired, and as he drew up to see where he was and to 
 find water for himself and beast, he heard hoarse voices and sounds as of 
 a band of robbers approaching. At once he dismounted and led his 
 horse behind some trees and waited in silence until he should discover 
 who or what they might be, 
 
 Faster they came, and he beheld a band of men half running, all 
 ragged and torn, with long hair and heavy beards of a bright bronze 
 color, and they were carrying a litter on their shoulders, while outrunners 
 were ready by their sides to take their places when they wearied. He 
 noticed how white was the skin of these men in contrast to those of his 
 own people, for he was of the sunbrowned race himself. Then he took 
 heed of the precious things they were bearing so carefully on the litter. 
 
 There were two figures there, an old woman and a little girl. The 
 woman had her head draped with a strange sort of headdress falling 
 down in tabs on each side, of her face, while a black veil with white stars 
 on it covered her from head to foot as if with mystery. In her hands 
 were knitting-needles, and a long web of strange material lay in her lap 
 at which she was working still with ceaseless energy. 
 
 At her side stood the most marvelous child the king had ever seen. 
 She was about three vears old and as white as milk. Her hair fell about 
 
14 FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 
 
 her like a cloak of spun gold, her eyes were deeply blue and her lips and 
 cheeks of the richest rose color. On her head was a little crown, but 
 her bearing was so proud that one would have known her for the daughter 
 of a king had she had no crown upon her head. 
 
 Now the king s heart was full of joy at the sight of her. Never 
 had he beheld anything so beautiful, and he determined to know more 
 about her. So he tethered his horse there and stealthily followed the 
 band of runners. As they neared a certain place, the little girl stretched 
 out her hand and said, "Here for the night." And at once all came to 
 a stop and the litter was carefully lowered to the ground. 
 
 Some ran for faggots and built a fire, some cooked, and some made 
 ready a couch of fern. 
 
 When the camp had come to a state of rest, the king made bold 
 to appear on the scene, leading his horse. At once every man stood 
 on guard around the little girl and the woman, shaking a spear or a 
 battle-ax menacingly at the intruder. The king made the sign of 
 peace and asked for a little food, as he had lost his way. At first no 
 one could understand him, till an old man amongst them caught a word 
 or two and explained to the others, for their language was not the same. 
 
 The men on guard, those ragged, bronze-headed heroes, turned to 
 the marvelous child for direction, and she nodded her head saying, "Yes." 
 Che 1 king-; was then admitted to their midst and given food and a place 
 to sleep- for the night. But he lay awake all the hours of darkness, filled 
 with strange feelings never felt before. An early start was being made 
 when the king tried to question the only man who understood a few 
 words of his language, as to the destination of the band of the Bright 
 Little Queen. 
 
 He pointed vigorously to the WEST. 
 
 "But where do you come from?" asked the king. 
 
 For reply he turned and pointed to the golden rim of the sun just 
 appearing in the East. He understood. They had come from the Land 
 of Sunrise, and were now marching ever on and on to the Land of 
 Sunset. 
 
 "But why?" He tried to get an answer but all he could make out of 
 the eloquent oration delivered to him in that other language of the 
 "Bright Ones," accompanied by shakes of the head and tragic gestures 
 and expressions on the faces of all of them, was, that there was a TER 
 RIBLE SOMETHING behind there in the Land of Sunrise that had 
 driven them out. He then made bold to ask about the child, and they 
 succeeded in making clear to him that she was their little Queen and, 
 together with the Wise Women who had their TRADITIONS safely in 
 her keeping, was all they had left to them of their kingdom and their 
 ancient people all else having been destroyed by the Terrible Some 
 thing which the king took to mean a dragon. 
 
 He then told them he was the ruler of the country roundabout, and 
 invited them to take refuge with him till they felt ready to pursue their 
 journey. This was translated to the others, and the poor wild-looking 
 men, ready for another long march, yet with very little to eat on the way, 
 gathered around the little Queen to await her command. She nodded. 
 But the Wise Woman said not a word, only went on knitting the faster 
 at her web. 
 
FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 15 
 
 The king then rode at the head of them all and kept blowing blasts 
 on his hunting horn to attract the attention of some of his huntsmen. 
 But he must have wandered far when he pursued the fleet-footed stag 
 for no answer came quickly in response as he had expected. (They say 
 now that it was an enchanted stag that he had followed, and it had taken 
 him to the Land of the Unknown.) 
 
 So they traveled on together all that day and camped out for the 
 night as before. All the while the king s heart was glad within him 
 with the joy of being near the "Little Bright Queen" as he called her, 
 and as all others have called her since then, so that he forgot to be wor 
 ried over the delay in reaching his kingdom. However his huntsmen 
 were riding hither and thither for a hundred miles around, and at last 
 one of them named Yodel, who had a marvelous sense of hearing, caught 
 the faint sound from afar that the king blew so measuredly, and after 
 hours of hard riding finally came forth from the forest to meet him. 
 
 Judge of the surprise of Yodel to see his king riding at the head of 
 such a motley band of ragged wanderers. Soon he had others of the 
 huntsmen there and they gave the king welcome and all rejoiced at his 
 safe return and, because of their having given succor to their master, the 
 wanderers also were hailed with hearty greetings. If they had known 
 what was before them may be they would have driven them away and not 
 permitted them to come into their midst. And then where should we have 
 been? But we shall see. 
 
 At sight of the beautiful little Queen as white as milk and as blue- 
 eyed as the azure heavens above, and with hair floating around her like 
 the filaments of sunlight, and the crimson upon cheek and lip like the 
 glories at sunset when rose-color bathes the earth and sky in splendor, 
 all were amazed and bewildered, for never had their eyes beheld anything 
 like the child. They did not wonder that the king welcomed her to 
 his lodge in the forest and ordered the best of everything to be set 
 before her. The next day they returned to the city where the king had 
 his palace not far from the edge of a great desert. And they sent word 
 by Yodel, who was also a swift runner, to prepare the inhabitants for 
 the approach of the "Bright Ones," as they were now termed. 
 
 For a dip in the stream had restored each one to himself, and the 
 shining white skin and the bronze-colored hair and heavy beards of the 
 men caught the sun-light and reflected it again, while upon each 
 forehead was the gleam of a golden circlet to hold the long, waving 
 tresses in place which made them all look like king s sons in spite of their 
 tatters and coverings made of the skins of wild beasts. Each was now 
 calm and collected and stood in the majesty of his manhood. They had 
 the night before taken some of the king s linen they found in the lodge 
 to make a new little frock and mantle for the child, and she stood there 
 on the litter carried by them so proudly, gazing at all she met, spotless 
 within and without. But the Wise Woman only knitted on ceaselessly 
 as if fearing to lose a stitch. 
 
 Thus came the Bright Ones to the king s palace, and were glad to 
 rest on their onward journey to the Land of Sunset. But the king held 
 a council and when it was over they asked these men to stay with them 
 and help them fight their enemies, and they would give the little girl a 
 
16 FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 
 
 palace and a garden for herself and her nurse to dwell in, until she was 
 old enough to marry. 
 
 When the Bright Ones consulted their little Queen, she nodded, and 
 so it came to pass that the king won many victories over his enemies, 
 and the city near the desert became of great authority in the land, such 
 as was never known before, to which journeyed many travelers and 
 many caravans, so that kingdom waxed rich and powerful. 
 
CHAPTER II. 
 
 THE WICKED PRINCESS JALASSA. 
 
 While the Bronze-bearded were fighting against the enemies of the 
 king, the child was growing up in her palace-garden. She was also 
 learning the arts of women, spinning of flax and dyeing and weaving, 
 and making of pictures, and planting of seeds, and singing of songs she 
 had learned from the birds, and taking of steps she had copied from the 
 leaves in their autumn-dances, and the arts of purification by water, and 
 telling of stories of the past she had gotten from her nurse, the Wise 
 Woman, and mixing of leaven to make bread, and all those useful as 
 well as beautiful things a maiden should know to prepare her for the 
 days coming, when she has to be the queen of her kingdom and set tasks 
 for others, intelligently. 
 
 Now the king had an ugly sister whose temper was so bad no Prince 
 could be found to marry her ; and as is the way with those who are 
 disagreeable, she hated everything sweet and beautiful. She could not 
 bear that everyone should be talking of the marvelous child and calling 
 her The One-and-the-Only-One," all the time in their extravagant praise, 
 until at last she was angered beyond endurance by the king s recognizing 
 this name, and giving her the title of "Una, the little Queen of the 
 Bright Ones." 
 
 "And who is she, after all, but a beggar-child my brother, the king, 
 found out beyond and brought home from pity !" exclaimed the ugly 
 princess, Jalassa, in her rage to the ladies of the court. 
 
 "But how many gifts she has," vainly remonstrated the ladies, "it 
 shows she is dowered by the fairies and it is better to be friends with 
 her or they will punish us !" 
 
 "Gifts? Rubbish!" cried the spiteful sister of the king, "I am sure 
 there is more cleverness in my little finger than there is in her whole 
 body. Let the slaves mix the leaven and wash the linen, and dye the 
 cloth and sing and dance for my pleasure! I can sit idle all day long 
 and do nothing whatever, which is what a real princess should be cele 
 brated for." 
 
 "But what glorious hair like a golden cloak around her, and such 
 milk-white skin, and eyes as darkly blue as the skies," they would mur 
 mur. For they were afraid that the fairies were listening, and they 
 wanted to be on the safe side. 
 
 "She is a freak!" Jalassa would scream, "just like an albino, and no 
 one knows what tribe she came from" here she lowered her voice to 
 a sepulchral whisper "maybe she belongs to the Ghouls they are said 
 to be pale enough hiding in dark caves all day and only coming out at 
 night with the jackals and hyenas." 
 
 The ladies shivered at the very thought. Now it was not long until 
 they told this to the pages, and what more natural than they should tell 
 the soldiers, and that the soldiers should tell their wives, until at last 
 everyone was repeating these abominable hints of the princess until there 
 
18 FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 
 
 was a buzzing and a murmuring like a lot of bees filling the air. It was 
 not long until one of the Bright Ones caught a word or two, they having 
 learned the language by now, and in a great rage one of Una s men 
 hurled to the earth the soldier who was thus making merry at the ex 
 pense of their little Queen. 
 
 This brought the matter to the king and the council, for the warriors 
 entered the palace in their old paraphernalia of skins and announced 
 that they would take their little Queen and her nurse, and go on their 
 journey, the following day. But the king could not spare them, nor did 
 he mean to lose his hold on the marvelous child, for he intended to marry 
 her himself when she was of a suitable age. So he bade them be of 
 tranquil mind and he would do justice to all. Then he invited them to 
 tell their real story to the historian of the court who would write it all 
 down in letters of gold for future ages to ponder over and preserve, that 
 the lineage of Una the Fair One with Golden Locks should be known 
 forever. 
 
 So the oldest amongst the warriors agreed to this, and after consult 
 ing with the Wise Woman who had preserved the names and traditions 
 of Una s ancestors in her mysterious web, the family-tree was carefully 
 copied down and written large, for all to see, and hung upon the walls 
 of the city. And it was a wonderful story that made all feel humble 
 in her presence and in that of the warriors with their bronze beards and 
 blue eyes, for it seemed they were a more ancient and advanced race by 
 thousands of years than were these of the sunbrowned peoples of earth. 
 
 Jalassa was compelled to stand in the presence of all and receive 
 her sentence of banishment from the court as punishment for the insults 
 she had indulged in to satisfy her spite against these wonderful strangers. 
 In her rage and mortification she looked her ugliest, for in spite of her 
 silks and gauzes she could not conceal her dish-face and flat features 
 and greasy skin. If she had been kind it would have redeemed her looks 
 more than satins or jewels but she hated everybody, even herself. She 
 had a black parrot that she took with her to the sequestered tower where 
 she was compelled to go and live for the rest of her life. And she sent 
 her parrot out to gather the news from time to time without anyone 
 knowing anything about it, for it was an enchanted bird which had been 
 given to her by an aunt who lived in Africa. 
 
 In the palace-garden, Una the Fair One continued to live in peace. 
 She played with the animals that lived there for they were all tame in 
 her presence. The squirrel in the tree called to her to "Come up! come 
 up come up and see the world." W r hen she asked the turtle-dove 
 whom it loved the best, it puffed out its purple sheen and cooed, "My 
 queen ! my queen ! my queen." When she demanded of the frog how 
 he felt, "Ugly! ugly! ugly!" hoarse he cried. When she called all the 
 birds to her, they came from far and wide and the meadow-lark sat on 
 her shoulder and sang quaintly, 
 
 "Sweet! Well? What d ye think o me?" 
 
 And she was happy until one day something happened which seemed 
 to bring her a touch of sorrow for the future. She saw on a bough 
 close to her a new bird which seemed trying to tell her something. 
 Straightway she began talking to it in the bird-language and asked : 
 
FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 19 
 
 "What Fate is waiting me, 
 O tiny bird with nodding head? 
 Shall my true love and I be wed?" 
 And the bird nodded "yes." 
 
 She clasped her hands together and cried, 
 "Oh, what is Fate s decree? 
 
 Shall we be happy, happy, we?" 
 But the bird sang slowly in a plaintive voice, as it sat in the tree above : 
 
 "Farewell, my love ! Farewell, my love !" 
 Then it flew away. 
 
 For the first time Una knew what a touch of sorrow was. She had 
 dreamed as a child might of her prince, her king who one day would 
 come into her life, that she might be lonesome no more. She saw that 
 the birds had mates and built their nests together. Why should not she 
 some day build up a kingdom of her own, far away from these sun- 
 browned people to whom she did not belong? Why not one day a white 
 prince come to claim her of the same race as herself and her warriors? 
 That had been her dream. Why should she have to say "farewell?" 
 
 "May be the bird is mistaken," she murmured to herself. 
 
 Not long after this she beheld the little thing again, perched on the 
 same bough above her head, and it fluttered its feathers and perked its 
 head most mysteriously. "Have you a message for me," asked Una, "a 
 message from my true love !" 
 
 It nodded that it had, and presently in the bird-language told her 
 that there was just such a prince as she had dreamed of on the other 
 side of the great desert, who had heard of her and her fairness the 
 same as his own people, showing that they belonged to the same race, 
 and already he loved her and wished her to wait for him, for he was a 
 poor prince as yet and had no kingdom of his own to lay at her feet ; 
 but that his brothers would be soon going forth to conquer the world 
 and he would have to remain with his father and serve him, and then the 
 kingdom would descend to him. So the bird had brought the message 
 and bade her always wait for him as he should do for her. 
 
 Now Una could not understand all this at first. It took days and 
 days for her to get it all into her head. But she perceived one thing at 
 once, and that was this : her prince was poor. So she applied herself 
 more than ever to those arts for which already she was famed that she 
 might take with her industries of great value to the new kingdom whither 
 she was to go. 
 
CHAPTER III. 
 
 THE WARRIORS SPEAK UP. 
 
 Taller and more beautiful Una grew in her girlhood, till the king 
 decided she was of a marriageable age, and told her warriors that the 
 hour had now arrived for the celebration of the ceremony; that he had 
 provided the richest of silks and satins and silver and gold tissues and 
 had a necklace of pearls to bestow upon her, together with caskets of 
 emeralds and rubies and diamonds as fitting to the beauty and grace of 
 so distinguished a bride. 
 
 Her warriors, who always were blunt and to the point, announced 
 to the king that according to the laws and customs of their tribe, when 
 that hour arrived, all the princes and kings of the surrounding country 
 were bidden to the festivities and the princess, or young queen as it was 
 in this case, chose the one she liked best. 
 
 The king scowled. 
 
 "But there is one king who loves her now more than any other 
 could " he began, when he was interrupted. 
 
 "Who is the man ?" asked Moondy, the chief warrior, for they were 
 a stupid lot when it came to affairs of the heart. 
 
 The king struck his own breast. "Here he stands," he exclaimed. 
 
 "What?" came from the band as in one voice. "You? You are 
 already blessed with wives." 
 
 "I have never yet appointed one as my queen," observed the king ; 
 "that honor shall belong to Una." 
 
 But an angry murmur arose from those Bright Ones. "It is not the 
 way of our tribe," they announced blankly. 
 
 Now the king was afraid to anger these men of might, and so he 
 pretended to agree to their plan and summon all the princes and kings 
 of the nations roundabout, near or far, to the Suyamvara of the Fair One 
 of the Golden Locks, determined to win her himself by some treachery 
 at the last moment. He had Yodel and all his huntsmen trained for the 
 part they were to play, and if she, the young Queen, chose another than 
 himself they were to be ready to carry her off just before the wedding- 
 ceremonies to the lodge in the forest, where he would meet them and be 
 safely married to her before her warriors could arrive. Once that was 
 done he felt they would have no more to say, but if they did, he would 
 have them driven out of the kingdom. He was tired of them any way, 
 now that he did not need them any more to help quell his enemies. Be 
 sides he wanted Una all to himself one father-in-law was bad enough 
 when one married, but what could one do with a whole regiment of them 
 interfering all the while and that was just about what those blundering 
 old warriors would be doing. No, he would be glad to get rid of them 
 at any cost, even if they had to be put to death treacherously. Thus 
 do we see that a king s heart may be desperately "wicked and deceitful 
 above all things," even while he is talking about LOVE. 
 
 Now Jalassa, sitting at her tower-window, was awaiting the return 
 of her black parrot which she sent forth each morning to bring her the 
 latest news, hoping always to find some way to revenge herself upon the 
 
I AIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 21 
 
 Fair One with Golden Locks, for her having been banished from the 
 court. And eagerly she greeted the crook-billed bird which returned to 
 her with the tidings of the approaching Suyamvara. Also it brought her 
 the king s secret and how the huntsmen were to carry off the bride to 
 the hunter s lodge in the forest before the ceremony if she chose another, 
 to make her the queen of the land. 
 
 Jalassa turned first a pale yellow, then a pale green. With Una as 
 queen she could never again appear at court. So she plotted how she 
 could outwit the king, her brother. She had a wicked old aunt in the 
 lower kingdom who was queen of the Blacks, and she sent her black 
 parrot to her with a message. This was for her to dispatch a caravan of 
 blacks to carry away the bride before the huntsmen did, while she herself 
 would impersonate the bride and let the huntsmen carry her off instead. 
 It was a beautiful plan of revenge, worthy of Jalassa s black heart, but 
 what could you expect? She and her brother, the king, did not belong 
 to the same blood, for their father, the previous king, had had many 
 wives of many lands and they two did not have the same mother, and so 
 were a mixed breed. They had no peace in their own hearts, fighting 
 even among themselves. 
 
 The old queen of the Blacks was delighted to do as she was bid, for 
 she wanted a fair daughter of men to wed with her son and lift him up 
 a thousand years, by means of her white brain and white manners, and 
 give the kingdom a new prince to rule in the next generation with a 
 brain like herself. So she straightway called her son to her to adorn 
 himself like the sun in all its glory, and go forth with his caravan of 
 Blacks to fetch home the Fair One with Golden Locks to be his queen. 
 
 Meanwhile the news flew to all the princes and kings of the outside 
 tribes and races of men. The queen of the Yellows had longed for such 
 a daughter of men as was this far-famed beauty, to wed with her son with 
 his slant eyes, and so she sent him forth to win her, leading his caravan 
 over a vast distance to be present at the Suyamvara. 
 
 Even the queen of the Reds heard the news some way, but the great 
 waters separated their tribe from the land where the fair bride was to 
 be found, so she could not send her son in all his war-paint and feathers 
 much as she desired it. 
 
 But the queen of the Browns was not so far away as this, and so 
 she fitted up a fleet of catamarans and sent it forth to reach the shore 
 where was the city by the desert, to enter the contest for the gaining of 
 the hand of this marvelous one of so noble a race as the white tribe 
 belonged to. However there came up a great storm and they were not 
 able to get to those shores, and such few as lived to return home to 
 those islands of the South, never ceased to tell of the amazing beauty 
 and grace of the WHITE princess they had never had the pleasure of 
 beholding. And fairy tales more wonderful than dreams grew out of 
 this imagined experience all over the earth which accounts for the mixed 
 versions now in the books in many lands. 
 
 Yet the truth is good enough as we shall see in this true version of 
 the story, and the truth is sometimes too terrible to be borne for it nearly 
 breaks our hearts. That is why the grandmothers turn it into fairy 
 tales for the children, and thus the truth is covered up carefully from 
 sight, yet is there all the time behind the enchantment. 
 
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 Well, what was Una doing all this time ? 
 
 Her nurse, the Wise Woman, still sat with her knitting, but an 
 swered Una s questions from time to time, in briefest sentences. 
 
 "Do I have to wear the satins and silks and pearls for my wedding 
 costume, dear Nurse?" she exclaimed, "I should prefer my own weaves." 
 
 "It is customary," said Resonia, knitting away. So with a sigh, 
 thinking of her poor prince, who would be coming to claim her, Una 
 submitted. 
 
 For he was coming, she knew. The little bird on the bough of the 
 orange-tree had brought her another message. He had heard of the 
 approaching Suyamvara and would be there. She put on her bridal finery 
 and the ladies of the court were busy putting in a pin here, and a pin 
 there, in order to show how important they were. 
 
 But in Una s heart was a great glory, so she did not mind them in 
 the least, for the bird had told her the name of her prince and she was 
 saying it over and over as if it were the noblest and sweetest music to be 
 heard on earth. 
 
 "Prince Ar-Ya of the Land of the Ar-Yans Prince Ar-Ya who will 
 soon be my Ar-Ya and together we shall build our nest." 
 
 She did not hear what the court-ladies were saying, she was so 
 absorbed in this beautiful name which henceforth was to be her own. 
 But she did hear something ! It was the song of the little brown bird on 
 the bough of the orange-tree, and escaping from them all, she ran to 
 get the message. Her heart nearly broke right there! Prince Ar-Ya s 
 father was dying and he could not leave him, but he had already sent 
 his caravan across the desert in charge of a faithful subject named 
 Avenant who would serve for him to the death, and fetch Una to his 
 kingdom where he was waiting impatiently for her coming. 
 
 "Quick! quick!" exclaimed Una, "how shall I know this Avenant 
 before he is announced ? How shall I know that he is true to my prince ?" 
 
 So the bird told her he would wear white wings upon his helmet, 
 and that she was free to put him to any test she desired. The disappoint 
 ment was almost more than she could bear but she knew she must meet 
 whatever came bravely, and so steadied herself as she heard the sound of 
 trumpets summoning all to the great festival. 
 
CHAPTER IV. 
 
 THE SUYAMVARA. 
 
 The hour had arrived for the first day s ceremonies. Arrayed all in 
 splendor, the court and the people assembled in the outdoor circle which 
 was like a vast circus with seats all around enclosing the center. At one 
 side was the dais of the king with canopies of gold and crimson and blue 
 overhead and a million silken flags fluttering in the warm sunshine. 
 Near to him was the dais of Una, the Queen of the Bright Ones, and 
 it was all blue and silver and covered with stars, with white silk flags 
 trembling around the edges of the canopies. 
 
 Clad in her robes of silver and white, and attended by the ladies of 
 the court, and guarded by her warriors who were now in the prime of 
 life, rugged and stern as so many fathers ever watching over her, and 
 closely followed by her nurse veiled as usual, appeared the young queen. 
 Everyone knew her at once by the wonderful golden locks sweeping 
 around her like a shower of sunshine. As she took her place a cheer 
 of delight arose from all present for the very sight of her filled one with 
 joy. 
 
 Then came a splendid array from the Eastern Land, the Land of 
 Day, around the great circle. Here in the midst of his Mandareens, the 
 most fantastic of courtiers, bowing and scraping at every step to the 
 most peculiar of music, came the Prince of the Yellow Kingdom. He 
 was borne in his palanquin to the front of the dais and there he stepped 
 forth in all his glory of green and purple and blue and yellow silken 
 garments, and stood haughty and proud as if it were a great condescension 
 for him to appear thus instead of buying his wife at his own august will. 
 But he merely endured to do this because of the customs of the WHITE 
 Race in order to add this gorgeous princess to his harem of wives where 
 she would soon learn her place in submission to his mother who ruled the 
 women of that land with a rod of iron. 
 
 The chamberlain stepped out and laid before the White queen a 
 salver of jade bracelets, and boxes in nests from enormous to tiny, inlaid 
 with silver, and then slaves staggered forward bending under the weight 
 of a bale of silks and crepes richly embroidered. Then the chamberlain 
 made a long and flowery speech, finally demanding the hand of the 
 beautiful maiden in marriage for his august master. 
 
 Then came Moondy to the front. He was the chief of the warriors. 
 He asked in a tremendous voice, "Does your master vow solemnly never 
 to love another than our queen should she condescend to accept his offer ?" 
 
 This question threw the dignitaries and the Mandareens and the 
 chamberlain and even the Yellow Prince himself into confusion. They 
 could not seem to give the proper reply. 
 
 "Enough !" roared the old warrior, "Pass on, O Prince !" And so on, 
 they had to go. The king of the land no longer scowled. He felt much 
 better. He was ready to answer that question without a moment s 
 hesitation. With Una for his bride he would never care for any other 
 and so he instructed his council to reply "Yos," at once when it came 
 their turn. 
 
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 Now came the caravan of the Lower Kingdom, headed by the Prince 
 of the Blacks. He was the tallest of them, and he wore a splendid bunch 
 of white ostrich plumes upon his head which added to his magnificence. 
 His robe was of red satin trimmed with gold braid on the edges. Small 
 black boys beat upon tom-toms and played upon shrill musettes, and 
 struck cymbals together making a wonderful accompaniment as they sang 
 weird strains of praise of their own land and how happy the bride would 
 be once she was there, the bride of their master. 
 
 Then the slaves advanced and laid before the White queen ornaments 
 of carved ivory, and idols of various sorts and wonderful weaves of 
 cotton skillfully dyed. And the Prime Minister, who understood such 
 matters, came forth and in a loud proclamation told of the honors to be 
 showered upon the lady fair in his land if she would wed with his master. 
 
 Once more old Moondy came forward and there was a frown upon 
 his brow as he put his question, and once more the same confusion 
 prevailed. 
 
 "Enough!" thundered the doughty warrior, "Pass on! O Prince!" 
 
 The king of the land began to smile. Perhaps he would not have 
 to carry off the bride after all. 
 
 Hidden in a safe place and heavily veiled from head to foot, sat the 
 Princess Jalassa, listening to all this and smiling also, but with bitterness 
 and envy, and full of the revenge which was to be so sweet to her. 
 
 "Soon you shall be pulled down from your proud place, you Fair One 
 of the Golden Locks, and be trod under foot," she was murmuring- to 
 herself under her breath each time the warriors said, "Pass on !" 
 
 Then came a most gracious group of figures, the gentlemen of the 
 court of the king of the land, and they were wearing silken turbans and 
 costumes of white and gold, and they were advancing to delightful music 
 of sitar and lute and pipe, and bearing a crown upon a velvet cushion 
 which they laid down upon the dais before the Queen of the Bright Ones. 
 
 And now the king of the land was bending forward eagerly to hear 
 the decision, for the Vizier had announced his name and that he desired 
 to give her his kingdom if she, the Fair Una, the One and the Only One, 
 would become his bride. 
 
 Old Moondy never relaxed his stern brow r s. He asked the same 
 question as twice before, and this time there was no confusion. 
 
 "Our master, the Sovereign of this land, solemnly vows never to 
 love another than Una, the Fair One with Golden Locks, the Queen of 
 the Bright Ones, if she will condescend to wed him," was the response. 
 The king was taking a fresh breath. But lo! and behold ye! here came 
 a new question. 
 
 "Does your master, the Sovereign of this land, solemnly vow that he 
 has never loved another than our young queen of the ancient tribe to 
 which we belong?" 
 
 They consulted together and then being determined to outwit these 
 old fogies of warriors who stood in the way of the king s cherished plans, 
 the Prime Minister replied, "Our master, the king of this land, solemnly 
 declares that he has never loved another than your young queen of the 
 ancient tribe to which you belong." 
 
 The old warrior knit his brows and spoke scornfully, "Yet hath thy 
 lord and master, the king of this land, wives, and children by them! Such 
 
FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 25 
 
 an insult as this to his wives and children is worthy only of an un 
 thinkable wretch! Such words would he be speaking later of our young 
 queen! For false in one, false in all. Enough, pass on, O king!" 
 
 The king s cheek burned in rage. The huntsmen were bidden to be 
 ready for the moment when the ceremony should be announced. For in 
 the distance was seen coming another caravan led by white oxen whose 
 horns were adorned with garlands. And at the front strode a bearded 
 young man with a helmet on his head, from which sprang two white 
 swan wings. He wore a mantle of white wool which fell away from 
 him most gracefully as he advanced, showing a well-knit figure clad in 
 gray homespun. 
 
 Slowly on they came, but the Queen of the Bright Ones was leaning 
 forward expectantly. Was this indeed Avenant who was to take her to 
 her beloved Ar-Ya in the land of the Ar-Yans? 
 
 Nearer he came, a group of young men and youths and boys with 
 him, and drivers of the oxen, all slowly and gracefully. Una kept her 
 eyes on him steadfastly. She saw that his eyes were blue and his skin 
 was white, and the look on his face was benign and winning. His hair 
 and beard were of a dark brown but presently she observed as he came 
 nearer, that his lashes and eyebrows were black, giving him an intense 
 expression. 
 
 Like the sound of a bell came his deep-toned voice as he stood 
 and explained that his master, Prince Ar-Ya of the land of the Ar-Yans, 
 had to remain with his dying father, and so he had been sent to 
 represent him at the Suyamvara and ask for the hand of the Queen 
 of the Bright Ones in marriage. 
 
 The young boys he had brought with him came forward and laid 
 their gifts at the feet of Una, and she looked and saw that they were a 
 lambkin and a dove. And then they led up a pair of beautiful white steers 
 yoked to a chariot and presented them to her for her journey across the 
 desert. 
 
 She would willingly have seated herself within and have gone with 
 them without another word, but the old warrior, Moondy, placed himself 
 before her to ask his same questions as before. 
 
 Proudly the bearded young white man stood and spoke. "My name 
 is Avenant," he said, and then he continued by taking off his helmet an 1 
 holding it in his left hand while he lifted his right to the skies reverently 
 "Solemnly I vow for my master, Prince Ar-Ya of the Land of the Ar- 
 Yans, that he will never love another than Una, the Queen of the Brigh! 
 Ones, whether she becomes his bride or whether she does not, and on 
 that vow I stake my life." 
 
 So nobly did Avenant stand there, and so benignly, that all were 
 rilled with admiration for him ; even the Princess Jalassa had for the 
 moment forgot her revenge at hearing these words of his. And Una, 
 the young queen, stood there in expectation, ready to accept and go 
 upon that journey to that master who had such a faithful subject to 
 represent him. 
 
 But Moondy still remained on guard with his second query as before 
 to the other suitors. Avenant answered it thus, "I solemnly vow for my 
 master, Prince Ar-Ya of the land of the Ar-Yans, that he has never loved 
 
26 FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 
 
 another than Una, the Fair One with the Golden Locks, and on that vow 
 I stake my life, and my honor and all that I am or hope to be." 
 
 Then it was at last that Una s brain seemed to comprehend all that 
 the bird had told her. She sat down in her chair of state, and the old 
 warrior turned to her not knowing exactly what to do next. "How shall 
 I know that he is true to my prince?" came back to her mind. "I must 
 prove him." 
 
 "Will you prove yourself and your master against these who are as 
 sembled here that we may know he is superior to all of them?" asked 
 Moondy, rather unwillingly, it must be confessed, for he was more than 
 pleased with the young man. However, it was the wish of Una, so he 
 went ahead with it, but he was grumbling under his breath. "It s just 
 like a willful girl," he was saying to himself. "She would have gone off 
 with him without asking any questions and now that he has answered 
 them, she wants to make more trouble!" 
 
 "I will," spoke Avenant. "What do you desire? By joust, by 
 running in leaps, by throwing the disc or by wrestling?" 
 
 Now Una had no wish to see that brave and splendid young man of 
 the Whites disfigured by the cruel hands of the champion of the Prince 
 of the Blacks or the Prince of the Yellows or the champion of the king 
 of that land. Her instinct taught her that they would welcome the op 
 portunity to injure him by foul blows or tricks of any kind. So she chose 
 first the throwing of the disc. 
 
 It was a pretty sight to see Avenant swinging off his mantle, and his 
 helmet to the care of the young boys with him, all of whom were fair- 
 skinned like himself. 
 
 Meanwhile the champion of the Blacks had won first place, and he 
 threw a good distance. Then came the next and the next, each doing 
 well, but it was Avenant who threw furthest of them all. Then they 
 prepared for the running and it was the same. Avenant won. By this 
 time the king was swarthy with rage ; he called hoarsely that they must 
 proye also in wrestling for he had a slave that was reared for that pur 
 pose alone. Una arose and tried to prevent it, but the word had been 
 spoken. "What did you start it for?" grumbled old Moondy. 
 
 "For Prince Ar-Ya!" said Avenant as he advanced and met the 
 antagonists without a sign of hesitancy ; on the contrary he rushed at the 
 first one and took him quite by surprise. The Black was powerfully built 
 but Avenant had more cunning, so he tripped him and put him on the 
 ground. The Yellow had more cunning but Avenant had more power, 
 so threw him over his head and laid him flat. In the wrestler of the king 
 of the land Avenant met his match. They clinched. Together they went 
 pulling, twisting and grappling, each to down the other, but when the 
 king s man threw Avenant over his back he was on his feet as quick as 
 lightning and holding the other in his mighty grasp. Then by unfair 
 means the wrestler sought to end the game by getting a strangling hold 
 on the throat of Avenant, which filled him with such a mighty rage that 
 he threw himself upon the other with such force both came to the ground 
 with a crash and the cruel hands relaxed and the man lay vanquished. 
 
 "Long live Ar-Ya," cried the assembled hosts for it was a pretty fight 
 and men love such things, no matter who wins. Avenant turned to the 
 dais where Una sat, and his breath came fast and quick from his mighty 
 
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 exertion. She stood and looked at him. He had proved his lord and 
 master to all those people and she loved him for it. 
 
 So the warriors agreed that Una had been fairly won, and they then 
 asked her what she desired. 
 
 "I wish to wed Prince Ar-Ya of the Land of the Ar-Yans," she said, 
 "and to go to him under escort of Avenant and my own Bright Ones, and 
 to fetch with me my nurse, Resonia, and to take my farewell of all these 
 who have given us home and shelter all these years since I was but a 
 child of three." 
 
 So the herald gave forth the announcement and presently all were 
 marching by in twos and threes and fours and waving their hands to her 
 while she was bowing and smiling acknowledgment in return. For 
 you must know that it takes a real queen to bow with graciousness to 
 her subjects. 
 
CHAPTER V. 
 
 THE TREACHERY OF THAT TERRIBLE DAY. 
 
 Now this was not what the king of the land had arranged for in the 
 least, nor what Jalassa had planned for. It spoiled everything. However 
 the king would interfere as soon as he could manage it. So he had the 
 herald announcing that the ceremony of marriage between Una and 
 Prince Ar-Ya would take place by proxy in the temple with Avenant as 
 the representative for the Prince, and all should turn in that direction. 
 
 The poor old warriors were dunderheads in a way so they went in 
 a body to the dais of the king of that land to explain to him that he 
 had made a mistake there was to be no marriage there at all, for they 
 proposed to see their young queen wed to her Prince at first hand at the 
 end of her journey, and they were going to start right away and not 
 trouble him any more, but thank him for all he had done. 
 
 So this was the great moment for all the treachery of that terrible 
 day. 
 
 Princess Jalassa had crept in behind the old nurse and as quick as 
 a wink, she had her slaves seizing her and Una and smothering them in 
 sacks drawn over their heads, and handing them to the Prince of the 
 Blacks to carry away all in an instant like lightning out of clear skies. 
 Then she threw her own black veil over one of her women and had her 
 take the place of the nurse, while she herself stood there in white and 
 silver, all veiled in white, which she drew over her face carefully, in the 
 very spot on the dais where the Fair One with Golden Locks had been 
 but the second before. Upon herself was a wig of long golden tresses 
 made from dyed wool, so that at first sight no one could have told the 
 difference, only that she was long and lean and lanky in build and be 
 neath the veil were thick lips and flat features. 
 
 Then came the huntsmen on a rush, in too much haste to notice the 
 difference, and they seized the false Una and fled with her to the forest 
 to the lodge of the king. Jalassa was well pleased with all her success 
 for she had driven Una away from the kingdom and her brother the 
 king would never see her again. 
 
 The only trouble was that the huntsmen had forgotten to take the 
 false nurse along with them, thus the news would get out the sooner. 
 But the huntsmen thought if they had the bride the old nurse did not 
 matter. 
 
 \Yhen the warriors returned and found no Una, they were dumb 
 with astonishment. The one who pretended she was the nurse pointed 
 to the temple and they strode there to find all the people in a state of 
 confusion for Avenant stood there alone. Then back they marched on 
 a double-quick to ask the nurse further, and found her about to depart. 
 They pulled off her black veil and found she was but a mockery. 
 
 Those doughty men with their golden circlets on their foreheads and 
 with their bright beards and waving tresses, ran hither and thither seek 
 ing Avenant, but Avenant was no more to be seen. Nor could they 
 find the king of the land. When they knew treachery had been dealt 
 them, and that their beloved young queen whom they had served all their 
 
FAIRY TALE Ol< //// WHITE MAN 29 
 
 lives had been stolen from them, the veins stood out on their foreheads 
 like knotted cords. What if harm should befall her? What if evil 
 should be in the hearts of the despoilers? They grew calm with the 
 calmness of death. 
 
 The different caravans were slowly making ready to go on their 
 various journeys. They consulted with each other in a quick counsel. 
 Two would go with each caravan in disguise as drivers, two would stay 
 in the city, the rest would follow the king to the death. For they felt 
 certain that it was he who had planned and carried out the deed of 
 darkness. 
 
 So it was done and each went to his task with silent but tremendous 
 energy. Those who were to follow the king had lost much time but they 
 divided up and with the swiftness of bloodhounds tracked him, and thus 
 came at last to the lodge in the forest. On the hedge was a piece of 
 white-and-silver tissue, and a lock of golden hair which they snatched 
 to gaze upon, but in an instant they were thrown into confusion seeing 
 that the tress was but dyed lamb s wool. 
 
 "A trick to deceive us," they cried and hastened the faster. 
 
 There were the huntsmen all within in gay array, laughing and 
 drinking and singing ribald songs as they drank to the health of the bride. 
 So the warriors broke in upon their revels and slew them all in their 
 terrible rage, and then broke in through the inner door of the inner room 
 and found, what? It was Jalassa, in all her foolish finery, ragged and 
 torn, and the yellow wig was lying on the floor, and she was laughing, 
 laughing and talking gibberish as she pointed to the floor where lay the 
 king of the land with a knife in his heart. When he discovered how 
 he had been cheated of his bride, he had struck her down to the earth, 
 and she had snatched at his hunting-knife as she fell and had sprung at 
 him and had taken his life, and her own reason had fled. 
 
 It was a terrible end to that wonderful day of splendor and color 
 and marching hosts and moving caravans of other lands. Sadly the 
 warriors returned to tell the dreadful news, while still hunting for their 
 young queen. 
 
 But no word could they get. Where was she, that Fair One with 
 Golden Locks? And the awful story caused a panic in that city by 
 the desert, and when the body of the king of that land was brought in, 
 it was met by the wives and children who spat upon it and cursed his 
 name and prayed it might be mentioned never more for his disowning* of 
 them. And the men rose upon one side and the other and slew each 
 other and the caravan-people hastened to escape, one to the East, one to 
 the South, and the third toward the West. 
 
CHAPTER VI. 
 
 WHERE WAS AVENANT? 
 
 The warriors sought the caravan of Avenant and it was already on 
 its way, the oxen now despoiled of their garlands and every one dis 
 heveled and disordered as he went away from that city in haste. Where 
 was Avenant? No one knew. 
 
 They had no leader and simply got away expecting him to catch up 
 with them when they halted at nightfall. 
 
 Two men in disguise came forth and assured them, the main body of 
 Una s men who were asking these questions that this was the truth. 
 They were the two warriors told off to seek the caravan of Avenant. So 
 then these two joined the others to go back in search of both Avenant 
 and Una, the Queen of the Bright Ones, as well as her nurse, old 
 Resonia, who might yet be found in either of the other two caravans. 
 First, then, they went toward the East, running swiftly to discover what 
 the two warriors there might have to tell them of the lost ones. 
 
 The procession of the Yellow Kingdom had come to a halt. Some 
 thing evidently was the matter. As they arrived at the scene they found 
 there was a fierce conflict going on over the possession of a pearl neck 
 lace and a crown of gold set with diamonds, rubies and emeralds the 
 very one that had been laid at the feet of the Fair One as she sat on 
 the dais that morning in her bridal array. And the necklace also had 
 been hers, clasped about her throat only a few hours before. Also there 
 were ivory carvings, and the idols and a bale of softest cottons of African 
 weave. 
 
 The warriors did not stop to ask any questions. They simply joined 
 in the battle, and when they had finished, a score of men of yellow faces 
 lay upon the ground dead or sorely wounded, among the latter of whom 
 was the Prince of the Yellow Kingdom who had come to get him a peer 
 less bride, and now had a broken crown for all his pains. 
 
 He tried to explain that some of his bale-bearers had seen the 
 treasures lying there abandoned upon the dais, after the flight of the 
 bride, and had merely gathered them up for safe-keeping, but when the 
 news of the death of the king of that land had been brought back to the 
 city, they did not know to whom to give them. So they were fighting 
 among themselves to see who should have the honor of carrying them 
 back to present to the lord chamberlain. 
 
 Very wily and cunning was the Yellow Prince, and the warriors 
 were about to believe him, for they were honest fellows themselves, 
 when the two disguised Bright Ones came forth and revealed the fact 
 that they, in searching for evidence of the lost ones, had themselves un 
 covered the necklace and crown, which then had become the cause of 
 the contention, each one claiming the spoils as his. 
 
 Very glad was the Prince of the Yellow Kingdom to yield up these 
 treasures and be allowed to continue his journey in peace, but he was 
 questioned closely as to the presence there of the lost ones and gave full 
 permission to examine everything to prove his words that Avenant nor 
 anyone else besides the disguised warriors, was there hidden in their 
 caravan. 
 
FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 31 
 
 So it appeared, for not a sign of any living thing could be discovered 
 there that was not their own. So with apologies for the violence done, 
 the warriors took their departure carrying between them all the treasures 
 which had been stolen from the city by the desert. 
 
 But as they began to race on their journey to the South, leaving all 
 behind them, the Yellow Prince called after them thus : "We shall meet 
 again some day, ye villains of the White Race, and the longer delayed, the 
 greater my malignity!" 
 
 But those poor old warriors had only one thought to keep them alive, 
 and that was to find their young queen. What did they care for them 
 selves? Simply nothing. To protect the young and the innocent and 
 the aged was their whole idea of existence. For what else were they 
 made so strong and so mighty? 
 
CHAPTER VII. 
 
 "Wli WANT OUR LAMBKIN AND OUR DOVE." 
 
 At last they caught up with the caravan of the Prince of the Black 
 Kingdom, for the camels were lying down, and they had come to a halt, 
 and the twilight was dying down in the darkness. Little fires were burn 
 ing here and there, and tall blacks were preparing food over them for 
 the feeding of the followers. 
 
 The warriors pretended yes, at last, they got up a tale of some 
 sort about wanting to buy something from them, a camel or a black slave- 
 boy, or anklets or a tambourine or almost anything, even an idol, each 
 one going around on his own hook looking hither and thither and peeping 
 within the curtains of the tents and searching for the lost ones secretly. 
 For they had resolved not to mention the name of their young queen, 
 not even in a breath. It was too sacred to speak in such a place. 
 Whether they found her and her nurse or not, that name should never 
 be spoken. They would not admit it to be possible that such a terrible 
 thing as her being stolen away by blacks could happen. 
 
 They would be torn to pieces by wild beasts before they would admit 
 it. So you can see they had to be rather clever to get what they wanted 
 without asking for it. 
 
 The first thing was to find the two disguised warriors who were 
 already there with faces blacked up to match those among whom they 
 were. But even they, when discovered, had no clue to give them what 
 ever of the lost ones. 
 
 "The only thing that seems strange," spoke one, "is a black driver of 
 the camels, and he goes about saying something I cannot understand as 
 if talking to each tent as he passes." 
 
 "Show him to us," said Moondy, the chief warrior. So they watched 
 and waited and followed when this driver of camels was pointed out to 
 them. He was tall, clad in a long gray robe, on his head was drapery 
 with turban on top, and such of his face as showed, which was the 
 upper part, was black. There was certainly something mysterious about 
 him, for although he attended to the needs of the camels, every few 
 moments he would stray away and seek another tent. The Bright Ones 
 followed and listened. 
 
 Presently the gray-robed sheik or whatever he was, approached a 
 tent and leaning forward as if listening for reply, spoke thus : "Fear 
 not, O queen " and the rest of it would be too low in utterance for them 
 to make out. 
 
 They were much puzzled by this strange performance so they kept 
 on following. At last one of them caught the other words "Avenant is 
 here." 
 
 The poor old warriors were staggered as it dawned on them that 
 here was the lost Avenant, at any rate, and he was seeking for her, their 
 hearts treasure, and her nurse, even as they were. So the two who were 
 disguised even as he was, approached him and held out their hands to 
 him silently and he spoke no word, but touched his lip significantly and 
 went on his way as before. 
 
FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 33 
 
 Then they heard a bleat from within a tent and the coo of a dove. 
 The tall, gray figure stooped low and spoke with thrilling utterance: 
 Fear not, O queen, Avenant is here." They listened with all their 
 hearts. 
 
 Then came the sound as of a bird when startled in the nest, which 
 was a well-known signal to them from the days when they all were fleeing 
 from the terrible Something in the land of Sunrise. 
 
 "It is she," they said and their brave hearts beat faster yet with 
 relief at the welcome sound of that precious note of response, and the 
 salt tears filled their eyes and rolled down their cheeks and wet their 
 beards. Then they clenched their mighty fists and were for smashing 
 down that tent, before you could say "Jack Robinson." That was their 
 way, poor fellows. 
 
 But Avenant smiled at them under his blackened visage. 
 
 "Let us be honest with each other," he said, "but with enemies we 
 must be clever." They knew this was good advice, so yielded and ac 
 cepted him as their captain. 
 
 "How many are we?" asked Avenant in a low voice. He did not 
 want to stop to count them for himself. 
 
 "Thirty-nine of us and one of you," said Moondy, stupidly. 
 
 "Then that makes forty," said Avenant with another smile. "We 
 must all hang together or we shall all hang apart. Come ! is it a 
 bargain ?" 
 
 Solemnly they all shook hands with him and each other. 
 
 "How many of the enemy ?" he asked one of the disguised ones. 
 
 "One hundred and twenty " 
 
 "Then that makes three men apiece for us and three more who ll 
 take four?" Each hand was lifted to the skies in witness, so that the 
 three extra ones to be dealt with might well be trembling in their sandals 
 if only they knew it. 
 
 Now of course the Prince of the Blacks was no fool. Forty men 
 could not be colleaguing like this alongside of his caravan in the dark, 
 and actually knock down and drag out himself and his escort and camel- 
 drivers without their knowing it, all at one fell swoop as if they were 
 so many bags of straw ! Not at all. They were not only flesh and 
 blood but tremendous fighters themselves. They generally won at first 
 by the crude strength of their brute force. It was only by the long 
 endurance and greater stamina of the Whites that they could overcome 
 the Blacks in the battle finally. In other words the Whites could worry 
 the Blacks longer than the Blacks could worry the Whites, for that 
 was their great point. Often the Whites did not know that they were 
 beaten and kept on and on until the other side was so tired of them, 
 they were glad to give up just to get rid of them. Their enemies just 
 got tired seeing them around and let them win on purpose. This is 
 a "true" fact. It has happened more than once. 
 
 Of course the Prince of the Blacks knew something was going on. 
 So as it was evident that his presence was needed, what wonder at that 
 moment that himself and his men should be appearing on the scene with 
 drawn scimitars or bludgeons or spears or whatever weapon first came 
 to hand (only not guns because there were no guns in those days) and 
 demanding what was the matter. 
 
34 FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 
 
 So of course, to gain time, the old warriors with white faces kept 
 up their first tale that they wanted to buy some ivory or gimcracks of 
 some kind from the caravan, and then the Prince of the Blacks, in his 
 grand ostrich plumes, of course would laugh at them. And then sud 
 denly while Moondy was palavering and saying, "We came for our dove 
 and our lambkin and we are going to have them. We went to the other 
 caravan and got what they stole from us and now we want what you ve 
 got" the others would pounce on the Prince and his chief man and try 
 to take them prisoners. 
 
 At once the alarm would be given to the men of the caravan and a 
 lot of fellows would come running to help. 
 
 "We want our lambkin and our dove," the warriors would keep on 
 insisting like a strange new battle-cry in the midst of the confusion. 
 
 But meanwhile the Prince with his plumes would be yanked off in 
 the darkness while he was still fighting, and the poor old warriors would 
 get some cuts and the Prince would get banged around, but it would 
 not hurt his skull to pound it, so he would thrash around and nearly free 
 himself, and then a quick foot would trip him, and down he would go 
 like a log with a warrior on top of him to hold him. But presently 
 he would roll over and the warrior be underneath. 
 
 Then the others of the one hundred and twenty men were fighting 
 too, only I remember now that some of them were boys, so of course 
 they would hide out of harm s way till all was over. They always find 
 boys in corners after a battle comes to an end. Nobody wants to hurt 
 a boy, that is why they bear such charmed lives. 
 
 Only in this instance a strange thing happened. A slim little fellow 
 came out from a certain tent running, bearing in his arms a dove and 
 a lambkin, and handed them to the first warrior he saw, and then ran 
 back again leading a camel with him. 
 
 "X<nv we want our bird and our knitter," cried each of the Bright 
 Ones, more fiercely than before when he had been yelling for his dove 
 and his lambkin. By this he would not speak the sacred name of his 
 young queen, but start the cry for her and her nurse just the same. 
 
 From the other side of the tent there came out another boy and 
 another and another with their arms full of salvers and jade bracelets 
 and bales of embroidered silks and with them two figures swathed in 
 black, scarcely to be seen in the darkness, and the boy with the camel 
 still leading it along as they hastened away all together on the back 
 track whence the caravan had come, heading for the city near the 
 desert. 
 
 Still the cry went up from those who did not know what had hap 
 pened, "We want our lambkin and our dove," varied by the cries of 
 others who were now demanding, "We want our bird and our knitter." 
 
 But the boys went on bravely with the camel, and after a while it 
 was made to kneel while the two bundles in black got on and took their 
 goods and the bales with them, and still the boys went on into the dis 
 tance. There were about ten of them, bright-eyed, slim little fellows, so 
 that left only one hundred and ten to be settled with, back at the caravan. 
 
 It was an awful affair. I don t admire blood-letting myself. But 
 people who like that sort of thing will find so much of this later on that 
 they will be perfectly satisfied before they finish with this fairy history of 
 
FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 35 
 
 the White Man. When all was over, it was much like what had happened 
 at the other caravan ; some were dead, some badly wounded, among 
 whom was the Prince of the Blacks. He was too weak to say much. 
 
 He let the warriors and two of them would fight no more, poor 
 fellows, for they were among the slain ! he let the ones who were still 
 able to clamor for their lost ones go into all the tents seeking her who 
 was more precious than dove or lambkin. 
 
 Avenant and the two disguised ones passing for blacks had come 
 out of the fray as strong as when they went in. They carried the dove 
 and the lambkin with them, but saw no sign of her whom they sought 
 nor of her faithful nurse. 
 
 In despair they returned to the Prince and threatened to finish him 
 if he did not yield up the secret. So the whole story came out about 
 Jalassa, and how she had plotted against her brother, and how she had 
 been the cause of the deed of darkness. 
 
 "But where are they now?" demanded Avenant. 
 
 Weak and spent with all he had gone through and fearing the further 
 wrath of these terrible warriors, the Prince of the Blacks feigned to 
 swoon with terror. 
 
 At this moment, a driver came up and told of the loss of a camel 
 and ten small boys. The warriors and their captain held a council. Was 
 this a trick or not, to get them to go away? 
 
 "Is it like her to do a thing like this ?" asked Avenant, who of course 
 was not at all acquainted with the ways of women and girls. 
 
 "Yes," replied old Moondy, "she ordered our march when she was 
 but a child of three. Doubtless she has taken flight with her nurse 
 while we were engaged, and has retained these boys as escort." Then 
 it was discovered that the bales of silks and the jade ornaments were 
 missing also. 
 
 Two of the poor old warriors winked at each other. "She always 
 did know what she was about," they murmured. 
 
 So the Bright Ones and Avenant then offered their apologies to the 
 Prince of the Blacks, who no more wore proudly his white ostrich 
 plumes, but was all battered and banged and in rags from all his terrible 
 battling, and so glad to see them departing that he generously offered 
 them the missing camel with all its load and escort, should they happen 
 to meet it in their travels. 
 
 So they wished him a safe journey, and after girding themselves up 
 for a new quest in search of the lost ones, they fell into order like a 
 battalion might and went forth in a quick-stepping march toward the city 
 by the desert. 
 
 "May earthquakes open before you," roared the Prince of the Blacks 
 after them when they could no longer hear. "May volcanoes pour down 
 their lava upon you, may floods overtake you and storms destroy you, ye 
 accursed White villains of the WHITE RACE !" 
 
 And he went on his way to tell all whom he met, of the perfidy of 
 the White Man and the miserable end of his quest. 
 
CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 THE APPROACH AND THE FAREWELL TO THE CITY OF JALASSA. 
 
 It was now approaching dawn. A tremendous quivering of light 
 fell athwart the earth, as the rosy and the purple clouds parted and the 
 great sun rolled up like a golden chariot-wheel from the caves of dark 
 ness to cross the brilliant blue of the heavens once more. In the silence 
 on that lonely road no sound was heard save of marching feet. 
 
 Sometimes they would stop and mount one upon another s shoulders 
 to look ahead as from a watch-tower. 
 
 "What do you see, Brother mine?" would be the call to the highest 
 one. 
 
 "I see a little cloud of dust." So they would tumble down one after 
 another from the watchman-tower, hurry the faster and then try it again. 
 
 "What do you see now, Brother mine?" 
 
 "I see a camel and it is surrounded by an escort of boys and it is 
 well loaded. 
 
 They fairly raced after this, in spite of all their weariness and sorrow 
 at the loss of two of their beloved champions left behind but it was the 
 living first before the dead that claimed them. 
 
 So they approached and surrounded the small caravan of one camel 
 and ten drivers, which yet was more precious to them than another a 
 mile long composed of hundreds of camels each loaded with diamonds 
 and pearls. 
 
 As they caught up, one of those mounted upon the camel drew back 
 her hood and veil of black and scanned them over quickly. Did she note 
 that some of her warriors were lacking? for two were gone, three had 
 black faces, two had yellow faces. If so, they never knew. She said only 
 this: Where is Avenant?" 
 
 Old Moondy, chief of the warriors, finding her safe and sound after 
 all their agonies in searching for her, took refuge in silence. Maybe he 
 was thinking of the two who would march with them no more. 
 
 And the others followed his example, for they were all worn out and 
 began to feel how hollow their stomachs were all at once. 
 
 "I asked you, father, where is Avenant?" she demanded imperiously. 
 For of course it was Una, the queen of the Bright Ones. 
 
 "Where should he be but in his own caravan on its way to the land 
 of the Ar-Yans," spoke Moondy for he thought it just as well to keep 
 his presence a secret for awhile ; any way he had had nothing to eat for 
 such a long time he felt cross and did not want anything to interfere with 
 getting something to eat as soon as possible. 
 
 "Bid the camel to kneel." spoke Una to one of the boys. You might 
 wonder how they could understand her when they had a different lan 
 guage. But then a woman has all languages at her command when it 
 comes to talking to the young. There is an archaic speech that belongs 
 to childhood which we all know in the beginning the same as creeping 
 but which we leave off after we leave babyhood behind us. But all nat 
 ural girls and women who love the young can always remember this old- 
 
FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 37 
 
 fashioned kind of talk when there is need for it. Besides these little 
 fellows wanted to serve her, the same as did all who ever came to know 
 her, and that was why they had helped her to escape even from their own 
 people. They felt her wonderful power and were glad to do as she bade 
 them. And many a time in later days have we seen this same faithful 
 ness. 
 
 When Una had stepped to the ground and had found a resting- 
 place for her nurse, she bade these faithful little boys to build her a fire 
 and then to get the water-bottles from the camel, which was done quickly. 
 
 She came forward and busied herself brewing something over the 
 fire and Avenant noticed that she stirred it with a dagger she took from 
 her dress. And he wondered. Nevertheless, in his darkened visage and 
 costume of a sheik or camel-driver he shrank from sight, and kept very 
 obscure in his place behind the other warriors. 
 
 They were sitting down comfortably on the ground saying nothing 
 but watching her hungrily and thirstily for they were sore and bruised 
 and nearly broken to pieces. They were great fighters but she was the 
 great soother. 
 
 Soon she passed the cup to the little fellows who handed it around, 
 and then the unleavened bread she gave them from a basket she had 
 provided from the tent of the caravan, for she always knew beforehand 
 what would be needed for her warriors, and presently they all felt 
 better. 
 
 "What is this? Blood?" she murmured, touching the arm of one 
 and the brow of another, and at once she began to bind up the wounds 
 with a piece of linen she tore from her inner garment. 
 
 All at once the lamb bleated and the dove cooed. 
 
 "That is well," she said, "I would not have lost them for the world." 
 
 Then she noticed the ivory ornaments, the salvers, the bale of silks 
 they had brought along and thrown down on the ground, also the crown 
 of gold of the king of the land. And she shivered and turned pale and 
 would have fallen only that the one she called "father" held her safely. 
 
 "What do you with these?" she asked. 
 
 "They are the spoils of war," was his grim answer. 
 
 "Nay, they are nothing but stolen goods," she insisted, "and we 
 must give them back." 
 
 "That is impossible," replied Moondy. "Besides, the Prince of the 
 Yellow Kingdom is far away by now and being wounded cares not to 
 see us ; the Prince of the Blacks is badly wounded and wishes never to 
 behold us again, and besides" here his voice broke poor old warrior- 
 trying to appear harder-hearted than he was, "besides they have killed 
 two of our Brothers who lie slain in the midst of their slain, and the 
 king of the land is dead by the hand of his sister, and she, Jalassa, is 
 bereft of her reason. The city is in a tumult and it is not safe to venture 
 there again. Besides we are spent and worn." 
 
 "Sleep then," she said, "and we will see about it." 
 
 So they lay down and slept and took on new life. When they 
 wakened she had another cup of brew for them, and more unleavened 
 bread and a few nuts and dried figs which refreshed them. So they 
 came to themselves once more. 
 
 All this while the Wise Woman, Una s nurse, went on with her 
 
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 knitting, for she was working all this history into her web for future 
 reference. 
 
 It makes no difference what was said or done, the fact remains that 
 they all went on to the city near the desert at the behest of the young 
 Queen and there every one stood in amazement to see her once more, 
 returning on a white camel surrounded by the small black boys and the 
 warriors. 
 
 The very sight of her gave them a thrill. Her courage gave them 
 courage. They all had had a terrible time in that city of dissension and 
 no one knew what to do. The sons of the dead king by the different 
 mothers had arisen against each other in rivalry and all were slain. 
 Who was there left to be king in the dead king s place? 
 
 The cry arose for Avenant and Una to reign as king and queen over 
 them. 
 
 "Avenant is far away with his caravan," spoke Una (still sitting 
 upon her white camel). "He is false to his trust for he promised to take 
 me to my beloved Prince Ar-Ya of the land of the Ar-Yans. But I have 
 given my promise to my lord and master and I will go to him escorted by 
 my own faithful warriors. I have brought you back your crown and to 
 you I give all the gifts laid at my feet for your new queen the bales of 
 silk, the cottons of strange weave, the ivory carvings and the jade brace 
 lets and salvers of beaten silver, all the caskets of jewels the king of the 
 land bestowed on me. You will find the caskets safely buried in my 
 garden under the potted plants. All I ask in exchange are my own 
 linens and cottons I have myself woven and dyed, and my own materials 
 hidden beneath in the cellar where I resided in the palace-garden those 
 years of my childhood. For my Prince of Ar-Ya is poor and I do not 
 wish to go to him empty-handed." 
 
 Filled with wonder and amazement, more and more every moment, 
 at this bestowal upon them of the gifts given to herself, by the young 
 Queen of the Bright Ones, they heartily cheered her name and brought 
 to her many other things of a lasting, useful nature to add to her store, 
 which seemed to give her great satisfaction fine wools and chuddah and 
 camel s hair and soft cottons. 
 
 Still the people were leaderless, and not knowing what to do. 
 
 Una felt sorry for them for they had always been kind to her. 
 
 "Why do you not take your Prime Minister and his wife for your 
 king and queen ?" she suggested. "They know exactly what to do to run 
 the government until you get somebody you like better." 
 
 They thought it a good idea and led them forth and gave them the 
 crowns and rich gifts to preserve for the future, and the new king 
 ordered the bell to be rung in token of peace, and all the people came to 
 order. 
 
 At the end of the procession through the street came a pair of white 
 oxen yoked together with garlands on their horns, pulling the soft- 
 cushioned chariot which had been presented to Una the day before, to 
 gether with the dove and the lambkin. 
 
 Everybody was looking as it came to a halt before Una, who was 
 still perched up on her camel with all its burden and her nurse behind 
 her, and Avenant stepped forth and said, "Queen of the Bright Ones, 
 your chariot awaits you." 
 
FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 39 
 
 Well, what could she say after that? Imagine how she must have felt 
 after telling all those people he was false to his trust and there he was 
 all the time. 
 
 The camel stooped down and knelt, and she got off and so did her 
 nurse, and they stepped into the chariot which was much more comfort 
 able than that wiggly old camel with its hump to ride on. And the people 
 put many nice things into her wedding-chest, and some other things for 
 the journey, and she thanked them a thousand times. By this moment, 
 her black mantle had fallen back and her glorious cloak of golden rain 
 had swung around her, and she was smiling to every one every one 
 save Avenant. But Avenant stood there stern and severe. 
 
 "What will you do with your camel and your escort of boys from 
 the caravan of the Prince of the Black Kingdom, O Queen," he spoke in 
 a loud compelling voice so all could hear. "Are they the spoils of war 
 or are they"-- but he was kind enough to stop there and not add, "stolen 
 goods." 
 
 "Is there not some caravan bound for the same kingdom soon?" 
 asked Una of the people (of course she would not ask Avenant), and they 
 said there was. 
 
 She spoke in a very stately way as befits a queen and said as follows : 
 "Will you then send with my compliments this camel and these boys to 
 the Prince of the Black Kingdom, and express to him my grateful thanks 
 for his great consideration?" Then to each of the boys she gave a gift 
 enough to purchase his freedom, for they were slaves. And when they 
 had reached their own land once more they spread the marvelous tales 
 of the beauty and grace and generosity of the Fair One with Golden 
 Locks everywhere they went, and the tales descended to their children s 
 children till they offset the curses sent after the old warriors by the 
 Prince of the Blacks, and instead, evoked blessings upon her head. 
 
 So now there was nothing to detain them. All the warriors were 
 washed and cleaned and provided with useful packs of food and 
 needfuls for the journey. The dove and the lambkin were in the chariot, 
 the dove on Una s shoulder and the lambkin against her knee. Every 
 one thought it a beautiful sight. Meanwhile the Wise Women went on 
 with her bright needles knitting history. 
 
 So Avenant walked ahead, and the warriors followed behind, on 
 each side of the chariot guarding, and thus they passed from that land 
 ever more on toward that beloved WEST which had always called them, 
 even from the years long before. And the name of the king of that land 
 was forgotten as the wives and children had prayed it would be. But as 
 for the sister of the king, her name remained. In long after years when 
 anyone hated another because of her beauty or gifts, it became the custom 
 to say, "Now don t be jealous like Jalassa or her fate will be yours." 
 
CHAPTER IX. 
 
 BOUND FOR THE LAND OF AR-YA. 
 
 \Yhen they arrived that night at the caravan which was waiting for 
 them, all was joy and delight. Everyone was greeting Avenant and 
 hailing him with such expressions of gratitude for his safety and escape 
 from all the dangers which had assailed him, that Una almost felt herself 
 slighted. Of course she had always occupied the center of attention 
 and it seemed strange to her to hear some one else being made of more 
 importance than she was. 
 
 But to tell the truth she and her warriors were strangers among 
 them, the Ar-Yans, as yet with all save Avenant himself. And he was 
 busy preparing for their arduous journey across the desert. There would 
 have to be food and water for man and beast, and weapons ready in case 
 of an attack from unexpected enemies. He delayed and sent back to the 
 city of Jalassa, as they grew to call that place, for more supplies in order 
 to feel sure he was right before he went ahead.* 
 
 Meanwhile was Una, the Queen of the Bright Ones, idle while all 
 this was going on? Not at all. She had been getting ready for this 
 moment all her life. She had turned her ox-chariot into a sort of tent 
 for herself and her nurse, old Resonia, who never ceased knitting at her 
 web, and had packed her things away carefully into the smallest compass 
 possible, and had taken off her finery (which by this time was in shreds 
 of course after all she had been through and most inappropriate for such 
 a journey for it was all silken tissue and spangles). But things were dif 
 ferent from what they had been the day previous, and she now 
 appeared in such a change of costume that it altered her as if she were 
 another being, and made Avenant give a start of surprise when he passed 
 and saw her in the midst of her warriors. 
 
 And she was so absorbed she scarcely seemed to see him at all, for 
 she was binding up their wounds and giving them their good brew and 
 cakes of unleavened bread to keep them in good condition as usual. 
 
 It was no wonder he gave a start. Instead of a fairylike queen with 
 a shower of golden rain falling about her, and in spangled net and silk, 
 or even wound up in a black cloak enclosing all that inner radiance, what 
 did he see? There before his eyes was a stern young queen in a severe 
 costume of dark material undoubtedly made of wool, with a little jacket 
 of black velvet edged with silver (for she always had a leaning to bright 
 ness in the working of her mind). There was a gay striped apron tied 
 about her waist, and on her head was a stiff little cap of red with a point 
 at the top and two sides like wings turned up, lined with black some 
 thing like a picturesque sunbonnet. At any rate it kept the sun from 
 shining on her head and eyes and yet did not interfere with her hearing, 
 which is the only thing against that ancient head-gear. Down her back 
 hung two great braids of that gorgeous golden hair which the world has 
 not ceased to rave over ever since. 
 
 How Avenant longed to join the warriors and enjoy a cup of that 
 
 *"Be sure you re right then go ahead," was also a saying used by Davy Crockett, a 
 descendant of this race. 
 
FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 41 
 
 good brew which she had stirred with her dagger, and which she knew 
 so well how to give forth at the right moment! But he knew his duty 
 to Prince Ar-Ya and resolved to be faithful to his trust. The Queen of 
 the Bright Ones was to be taken safely to his lord and master, and he 
 needed all his senses to get that caravan across the desert. 
 
 So he merely bowed to her politely, asked after her health and ex 
 cused himself when she asked him to join her warriors and went on to 
 see if his oxen were all right. He looked back once, pretending he was 
 reckoning the time of day, from the place the sun was shining in the 
 heavens (for they had no clocks nor watches in those days) and he saw 
 her with her dove on her shoulder and the lambkin following her, and he 
 saw that she was reckoning the time, too, with her hand held to shade 
 her eyes as she gazed upward. 
 
 So he turned and went his way. 
 
 On the next day, all was propitious for the journey. Avenant had 
 over sixty men and boys, and Una had now thirty-seven warriors. They 
 got an early start before the sun had appeared and there were only rosy 
 tintings in the East to illumine the way as the word was given, and the 
 warriors began the chant for the forward march. It was a seven-days 
 journey to the land of Ar-Ya up in the highlands on the other side of 
 the desert, that was now before them, and the Bright Ones were very 
 joyous to be once more marching to the West. 
 
 So they chanted their splendid old songs of days past, as they went, 
 and even the animals lowed with pleasure to the cadence of their measures. 
 
 For four days all went well. And then Avenant began to look 
 worried. He saw signs of a simoom approaching. He ordered all the 
 caravan to come to a stop and to gather together in a bunch with Una s 
 chariot in the center. Then the men worked mightily throwing up a 
 breast-work of sand on the side where the terrible sand-storm was sweep 
 ing toward them like an angry monster of black edged with red, blotting 
 out the sun, breathing forth sinister sounds as on it hurled itself upon all 
 in its path. 
 
 They were none too soon in their work. For with a fierce roar as 
 of a mighty beast of the air, it passed overhead, burying them in the sand 
 and nearly beating the life out of them. When it was over it was found 
 that some of the animals and some of the men had perished, among the 
 latter several of Una s warriors who would march no more to their be 
 loved West, and she leaned over them and chafed their hands and p i it 
 water to their white lips and tried to call them back to life all in vain. 
 
 Then it was that the remaining Bright Ones gathered around her 
 and knelt down and begged her not to grieve for those who were lost, 
 but to live for them until they had taken her safely to Prince Ar-Ya. 
 
 But she sat there pale and weeping over her dead. For this is the 
 part of womanhood she must meet sorrow as well as joy in her course 
 from day to day. And those who have glass-hearts must break, but they 
 of sterner material endure and endure and give forth strength to others. 
 
 At last Moondy, the chief of them all, ventured to address her in 
 a new way. "One Mother of the warriors," said he, solemnly, "watch 
 over us who are yet alive, for if you should die, we all shall perish 
 from off the earth and then what will become of our race, which has 
 taken thousands of years longer to evolve than any other?" 
 
42 FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 
 
 Una closed her cerulean eyes a second, then she steadied herself. 
 "You are right, Moondy! Bury them while I sing their death-chant." 
 And it was done. But from that moment they called her our "Una 
 Materna." 
 
 The next day came another trouble. The chief of the Ar-Yan 
 caravan became jealous of the position that Moondy held with Avenant. 
 He did everything he could to annoy him. And at last he struck him a 
 foul blow. Nobody could expect Moondy to submit to a thing like that 
 of course, and in a few moments the Ar-Yan lay dead at his feet. 
 
 Avenant acted as the judge. He called them all together and bade 
 them look upon the terrible consequences of White fighting White when 
 they all were needed to help each other instead. He warned them against 
 jealousy and envy and covetousness and assured them that destruction 
 would be their share unless they could learn to unite for the common 
 good. He told them that the Blacks, the Browns and the Yellows were 
 leagued against their survival and that the Whites would be wiped out 
 if they did not stand together. 
 
 He declared that both his chief and the chief of Una s warriors were 
 to blame; that now one lay dead, and to do absolute justice he would 
 have to banish Moondy from the caravan, and if any others followed their 
 example they also would be driven out from amongst them that 
 he would not permit any more fighting, as they needed their full strength 
 in order to cross the desert in safety, and the next one to start a quarrel 
 would be banished even as he had now to banish Moondy. 
 
 Silence reigned as the warrior took his leave of Una Materna and 
 his fellow Bright Ones, and strode forth from among them out into the 
 desert alone.* 
 
 For now there were only thirty-three of them remaining, and only 
 fifty-four men and boys of the Ar-Yans. No more did the splendid chant 
 of the Bright Ones go up in measured cadence as they went on their 
 way. A strange silence was upon them all. 
 
 *The same thing happened when the Donner Party crossed the plains of the American 
 continent in 1846, and one of the leaders was banished from the wagon-train in consequence. 
 
CHAPTER X. 
 
 AT THE WELL IN THE DESERT. 
 
 Two days later the water gave out and they stopped to find a well 
 which they would have reached the day before if they had not had so 
 many delays. Avenant hurried on and at last he found it. Leaving sev 
 eral of the boys there to guard the place while he returned to guide the 
 caravan thither, he noticed signs of camels and another procession of men 
 on the far horizon, doubtless seeking the same safe refuge. 
 
 He reached the head of his own caravan and hurried them to the 
 precious spot. Hardly had they gained it and refreshed man and beast 
 when the leader of the other band appeared. 
 
 This being was evidently the chief of a wild tribe. He was ferocious 
 of aspect. His face was yellow. Wiry hair was on his head and his face. 
 His cheek bones were like knots in a rope, and his small eyes were set in 
 his skull on a slant. His nose was short and flat with large nostrils. 
 Insolently he demanded that Avenant should yield to him in the name 
 of his master the Great Emperor. To gain time, Avenant asked what 
 was the name of his master. Meanwhile he had whistled his call of 
 warning, and the warriors had surrounded Una Materna, for they all 
 had an understanding in case of attack, that they would preserve her 
 until the last man died fighting. 
 
 Behind the leader came his awful horde, but they were received with 
 sharp spears and heavy clubs and sling-shots which took them somewhat 
 by surprise. They were wily however and divided into three parts and 
 attacked the Ar-Yans on three sides at once. It became a hand-to-hand 
 conflict. The horde carried sharp stone-knives, and soon had cut down 
 the Ar-Yans before they could flail them with their clubs. They out 
 numbered them three to one so it looked as if the terrible Tartarians 
 were going to destroy them forever. 
 
 But there came the cry as of a bird above the din. And before any 
 one could prevent her, as if in answer to that bird-call came Una Materna 
 forth, with that shower of golden rain falling about her in all its glory 
 as she stepped out into the midst of the fighting. 
 
 "Strike me," she cried, "and let me die gloriously for my tribe. For 
 why should they perish to save me?" 
 
 At the sight of this magnificent being, like an angel in their midst 
 and so unlike themselves, the slant-eyed creatures fell back and ceased 
 to give battle. In the lull that followed so miraculously, she cried out to 
 draw attention to the coming of another caravan for she had recog 
 nized the well-known bird-note that had come from afar, for a true 
 woman has an inner hearing and an inner sight that no man has. And 
 so in a second she had bounded away like a fawn and was running in a 
 swift race toward this new advancing host, while both sides looked on 
 stupidly. 
 
 The Tartarians were now being attacked afresh by the Ar-Yans, for 
 since they no longer had to preserve Una Materna, they fell upon their 
 enemy with ferocity such as the White Man can give way to, when 
 times like these arise. 
 
44 FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 
 
 When the new caravan arrived which it did in haste, the foes 
 found themselves surrounded by Whites on all sides and were ruthlessly 
 slain till only a few managed to get away and escape from the carnage. 
 
 At the head of the new caravan stood Moondy, the Chief of the 
 Bright Ones.* He had met them coming from the land of Ar-Ya to dis 
 cover why Avenant had been so delayed, and had led them to the well 
 in the desert knowing that it was there they should camp on their onward 
 journey, their supply of water having been exhausted because of the sand 
 storm. But for this information the Ar-Yan Whites would not have 
 arrived in time to save them from the Tartarians, and thus the most 
 precious of the White Race would have been slain and all history 
 changed in consequence. 
 
 Avenant put his finger to his lips on meeting the band of Prince 
 Ar-Ya who had come to his relief. Brothers/ he said addressing them 
 sternly, "we have paid dearly. It is no time for rejoicing." 
 
 But after they had counted the dead and the living and had found 
 how dearly the enemy had paid also, then Avenant remarked briefly : 
 "When Ar-Yan joins Ar-Yan then comes the tug of war." 
 
 Not more than twenty-five of his men and boys were alive, and of 
 those splendid old warriors with their golden circlets on their brows, 
 all were lying cold in death but seven. With Moondy at the head of 
 them they answered to the roll-call with the tears silently rolling down 
 their cheeks and on to their beards, and still keeping Una Materna in 
 their midst, as if with her there, in spite of everything yet that they were 
 still triumphant. 
 
 The new Ar-Yans had only wounded men to care for, and already 
 Moondy had become their chief, so by this terrible devastation and sac 
 rifice of men, of both sides together, all were united so to remain to the 
 end of the chapter. What a pity the chapter could not be the story of 
 the whole book ! What a sorrowful thing that the ancient city of Jalassa 
 should have sent forth its miserable spirit to poison the founts of being 
 from that early period of the history of man up to the present time ! 
 
 All that is left to us is to wear a charm of some kind to keep each 
 fellow of us immune to these germs of hatefulness which nearly destroy 
 a beautiful world. 
 
 *In the same way the banished leader returned to the relief of the Donner Party months 
 after, when misfortune befell them to such an extent that the entire train was caught in 
 the snow in the high Sierras and many starved and froze to death on one side of the 
 mountains while it was a smiling green country on the other side. This leader helped 
 many to escape. So we see that history repeats itself, even thousands of years apart in 
 tke descendants of the Ar-Yans. 
 
CHAPTER XI. 
 
 THE NOBLE SEVEN. 
 
 Seriously and solemnly the new caravan took up its march a few 
 days later, and Moondy and his six warriors raised their voices in a 
 chant of sorrow for their lost comrades as on they went. They were 
 splendid stalwart men still, with their bronze beards and heads showing 
 now a touch of frost under the golden circlet about their brows. 
 
 There has been much discussion about the names of the "Noble 
 Seven" as they were now called, but as nearly as can be discovered by 
 study of ancient lore, they answered to these titles : Moondy, the chief 
 warrior whom we already know, and the others were Toody, Wody, 
 Tordy, Freedy, Tattady and Tundy. 
 
 In after years people worshiped them as gods and finally named the 
 days of the week after them out of gratitude for their noble services to 
 mankind. That is why we still spell Wednesday with a "d." Moondy 
 wore a small crescent of a moon on the golden circlet on his brow, 
 Toody had lost a hand as a result of his tremendous fighting so they put 
 a five-pointed star on his band to stand for it. Wody had a raven for 
 his sign, Tordy had such a mighty blow to give with his fist that they 
 called him "The Hammerer," and so he wore a golden mallet on the 
 front of his crest. Freedy was a great one for helping Una Materna with 
 her leaven and her spinning. So he chose a bunch of wheat to wear on 
 his circlet, and carried a spindle in his hand, for he was a great helper 
 in the needful things of everyday life as well as being a fighter when 
 necessary. Tattady took charge of things to see that they were safe, 
 so he decided on having a key for his symbol. Tundy saw to it that 
 everybody came to order once a week and minded his "p s" and "q s," 
 and did differently on that day from any other, and to give him to un 
 derstand that this was a very important matter he selected the most 
 powerful thing in the world, or known to the world, as his emblem. And 
 that was a semblance of the sun itself with shining rays extending from 
 the edges. It kept him busy polishing and brightening this disc of gold 
 so that no one should forget that particular day of days, but this was 
 afterwards when they all had settled down in the land of Ar-Ya. But 
 there is so much to tell of other things later on, that this has to be told 
 here, right in this place. 
 
 On they went wearily with all their sorrows, such as most of us 
 have to bear on our life s journey. But one great joy of expectancy was 
 still theirs, such as most of us have, too, to lead us on from day to day. 
 And that was the moment when Una Materna was to meet with Prince 
 Ar-Ya in the land of the Ar-Yans. 
 
 Would he find her less beautiful than he had pictured her or more so ? 
 
 Would she see in him that noble portraiture of a man of which she 
 had so fondly dreamed? even sterner than Avenant to the foe? even 
 gentler than Avenant to herself? Can we not all remember some one 
 man who has been to us as much a measure of a man as this? I know 
 that I can. If I had not I could not have told this story. 
 
 So as they neared the edge of the desert, the Seven Bright Ones 
 
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 raised their voices in chants more joyous in preparation for the meeting 
 of the bride and bridegroom of the White Race. But every once in a 
 while there would creep in a weird minor strain with words of warning 
 against the terrible Something that dwelt away back there Somewhere in 
 the land of Sunrise from which they had escaped with their little queen 
 long years before the remnant of a once powerful tribe. 
 
 Now, however, they prophesied that a new tribe should arise from 
 the union of these two which should dominate the lands of the Glorious 
 West. It was always the West, the land of Sunset, with those warriors 
 that they sang of, and dreamed of and longed for. 
 
 The day came when they left the desert and began the ascent to that 
 tableland where dwelt the Ar-Yans. Avenant was summoned by the 
 Prince, and so left them the night before they were to arrive. He took 
 leave of Una Materna with few words but seemed depressed as he turned 
 to go. 
 
 "Wait," she called after him. "I have a question to ask before we 
 part. How did you know what caravan to follow from the city of 
 Jalassa to find me? or do you prefer not to tell?" 
 
 He came back at once. "Not at all," he responded, "it was very 
 simple. I followed where I heard the cooing of the dove and the bleat 
 ing of the lambkin." 
 
 "Very simple indeed," she murmured. 
 
 He stood still. "And now may I ask you a question before we part?" 
 
 "Certainly," she replied with a touch of wonderment in her voice. 
 
 "Why did you tell the people of Jalassa I was false to my trust?" 
 
 "I did it," she said, holding her head proudly, "to punish you for 
 not speaking up when Mooncly told me you had gone off with your own 
 caravan instead of seeking for me to take me safely to my promised lord 
 and master, Prince Ar-Ya." 
 
 "But why did Moondy say that?" queried Avenant. 
 
 "Because he was hungry," she said, "and he wanted something to 
 eat first and he guessed if I were angry I would work the quicker." 
 
 "Ah," spoke Avenant, thoughtfully, "and were you angry?" 
 
 "Did you not see how quickly they were served? And did you not 
 get your own cup of brew very soon ?" 
 
 "I did," he replied. 
 
 "But why did you not speak up then?" she asked him with a flash 
 of lightning from her eyes as blue as the flax-flower. 
 
 "Because I did not understand women s ways, and when you went 
 off on that camel with the ten boys as escorts without letting us know 
 T felt myself too stupid and dunderheaded to know what to do. And 
 so when Moondy said that I thought he knew you better than I did 
 and so kept silence." 
 
 "Oh," she said softly, like the coo of her own dove. 
 
 "But you did know," he spoke in a low voice. 
 
 "Yes, I knew all the time." 
 
 "How did you know ?" 
 
 "While I was sitting in the tent with my dagger held to my heart 
 ready in case the Black Prince should dare to speak to me T heard a 
 little bird and it said these words, Tear not, O Queen, Avenant is here. 
 
 He turned as if about to leave her, and then came back once more: 
 
FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 47 
 
 "Another word, please ; would you mind explaining to me why you left 
 your gifts in the city of Jalassa? and why you sent back your camel and 
 slave-boys to the Prince of the Black Kingdom?" 
 
 "That is easy to answer," she said, brightly, "the jewels and gifts of 
 other nations are something to beware of in that they arouse envy and 
 covetousness and jealousy and bring misery with them to that nation 
 which receives them. My nurse has told me so. And as to the slave- 
 boys, I knew if I took them with me, more would follow, and ere long 
 the Ar-Yans would become a mixed race for the common stock would 
 absorb them. And I wanted my land to be a White Land." 
 
 "It is well," murmured Avenant half absently, then he added, "that 
 you are to be our queen." 
 
 Una Materna then stood her queenliest. "Now take my respects to 
 the Prince and speak to him kindly of me that I may win his royal favor 
 as he has won mine, by sending such a loyal subject as yourself to stand 
 for him and speak for him and fetch me to him so safely." 
 
 Avenant stooped his head and kissed courteously the hand she ex 
 tended to him in farewell. 
 
 Resolutely she turned and went into her chariot-tent. But when 
 her warriors went to her to receive their instructions for the morrow 
 as was their habit all those years, for the first time they found her un 
 able to plan with them. 
 
 "Come away," spoke Moondy, the chief, to the other six. "Una 
 Materna has been weeping, and it is natural that she should do so. To 
 night her old life comes to an end, and tomorrow begins her new one. I 
 hope this Prince Ar-Ya is going to be worthy of our young queen." 
 
 "Well," exclaimed Toody, "if he isn t we ll take her away from him 
 that s all !" 
 
 How the poor old fellows loved her can never be told! 
 
 The brows of them drew down and a sinister look came over their 
 faces at the very thought of such a thing. They had not fought and 
 battled for their lovely young queen all their lives to stand by and be 
 dumb when danger threatened from a new source never suspected before. 
 
 "But I ll hammer him to a blue jelly first," spoke Tordy moodily. 
 
 "And I ll carry him off in the darkness and lose him in a forest of 
 wild animals," roared Wody. 
 
 "And I ll send a great wind .to blow him over a great cliff where 
 a thousand thorns shall pierce him," broke forth Freedy. 
 
 "And I ll flail him till he is dead and burn him to ashes," exclaimed 
 Tattady. 
 
 "And I ll take his ashes and feed them to fishes," whispered Tundy. 
 
 Would that every young queen about to wed her Prince had a band 
 of "Noble Seven" like these to guard her from harm, even from the one 
 whom she has journeyed so far to meet, should he prove unworthy. 
 
 They thought it only natural that she should be weeping on this 
 night, the last of her old life, in view of the morrow beginning her new 
 life in her new kingdom. 
 
 O Fair One with the Golden Locks, so pure and beautiful, what fate 
 is waiting thee? 
 
 Thou hast been good and dutiful. Now what is Fate s decree? 
 
CHAPTER XII. 
 
 THE MEETING OF THE BRIDE AND BRIDEGROOM. 
 
 There was a great stirring and excitement going on in the kingdom 
 of Ar-Ya, for on this wonderful day of days, the bride of the Prince was 
 to arrive in the caravan which had been sent across the great desert to 
 the south-east, to the wonderful city there, for the express purpose of 
 winning her from the other kings and princes and fetching her to dwell 
 with them as queen of the land. 
 
 Now while they lived by their flocks and agriculture, yet the old 
 king had been a hard master for many years and had ruled them all 
 so harshly that his older sons had been glad to escape and go forth to 
 conquer the great world beyond in order to get away from his iron will. 
 Then, too, as he had gotten older and more self-willed like a pampered 
 child, he had made favorites of some who were utterly unworthy, only 
 they flattered him all the time, and to these he gave much, while taking 
 away from others who tried to do what was good for the kingdom. So 
 while some of the people had much comfort and ease, others were hungry 
 and discontented and worn out with arduous toil. 
 
 Fortunately, however, the old king was now dead and buried, and 
 his youngest son, Ar-Ya who had remained faithful to his father, was 
 ruler of the land and everybody w ? as eagerly looking for the first 
 sight of the bride to see whether she was going to give her influence to 
 the old favorites of the dead king, or whether she was going to choose 
 new favorites for the new court. 
 
 And the Hungry Ones were hoping she would do something for them 
 they did not know exactly what, for it had always been like that from 
 one king to another, and they were used to it. 
 
 Among them there was a poor giant, a mere boy in years, who was 
 always hungry and he hoped she would throw him an apple or a plum 
 some day, so he walked along with his hands in his pockets, very awk 
 ward and embarrassed, while everybody was poking fun at him as usual. 
 But it so happened that because of his great height he could see over the 
 heads of those below and thus he was the first to perceive the dust of the 
 approaching caravan. So everybody was calling up to him to know how 
 near she was by now, and as it was about the only time in his life he had 
 been made to feel that he was of any importance whatever, this gave 
 him a little pleasure, so he felt kindly to the new queen already, even 
 before he saw her. 
 
 But there were Jalassas there also, women who were full of hate- 
 fulness, and determined to ruin the new queen should she not choose 
 them to be the favorites as they had been under the rule of the late king. 
 For since the new king had taken his father s place he had not so much 
 as looked at them. So they were determined to astonish her with their 
 grandeur and bend her will to theirs in order to run things generally as 
 they had been doing before. Now it was not because they had any wise 
 plans to carry out, or an intention to benefit anybody. It was simply 
 because in their hearts was hatefulness and they wanted to vent their 
 spite on everyone. 
 
FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 49 
 
 In order that they should make a great impression on the new queen 
 and on everybody, they had arrayed themselves in costumes, each more 
 absurd than the other, well calculated to make them look important. Some 
 had long peaks on top of their heads, some wore horns and tails. Their 
 one idea seemed to be to look as unnatural and peculiar as possible. 
 Some had strange stuffs from foreign lands wrapped about them as tightly 
 as if they had been sticks, which they wore proudly. There were a few 
 who had on so many clothes they looked like stuffed sausages, others 
 wore breadths so tightly strapped around them they seemed like flat 
 shapes cut out of boards. 
 
 But the most of the inhabitants were shepherds and milkmaids and 
 plowmen and workers and their children, wearing make-shifts of cos 
 tumes, sheep-skin coats, sleeveless, with leather aprons and knee-garments 
 for the men, and little homemade jackets and skirts for the women, and 
 odds and ends on the children and all of them were walking along bare 
 footed or else with crude sandals. The only festive thing about them 
 was that they carried green boughs in their hands, and the women 
 wore wreaths on their heads in honor of the occasion. 
 
 How anxious they were to behold the new queen and judge for 
 themselves whether she might be likely to make life a little less hard for 
 them out of the plenitude of her own riches ! but it had always been that 
 way, and doubtless so would continue to the end of things earthly. Just 
 to have a holiday like this and the promise of a treat afterwards to a 
 little cake and mead was enough to please some of them, who were so 
 tired and so hungry that they had no thinkability left in them. 
 
 It was rather a poor kingdom at best. Their temple was built be 
 neath and around a spreading oak-tree, and here the king would arrive 
 to meet the approaching caravan of the Fair One with Golden Locks as 
 she was called, so they gathered here from the early morning hours to 
 be on hand in time to behold the meeting of the young Queen of the 
 Bright Ones (which was her other title) and their own king, Ar-Ya. 
 
 Slowly the caravan approached. The awkward young giant gave 
 the word that he could see them coming, and the small boys up on high 
 like so much strange fruitage in the trees nearly fell down in their ex 
 citement.* 
 
 A number of the first vehicles passed, and then appeared the white 
 oxen with garlands on their horns, drawing the chariot in which was 
 Una Materna with her nurse still knitting away unceasingly, she with 
 her golden locks falling about her, and graciously bowing to all those 
 poor shepherds and milkmaids and children, and even lifting her eyes 
 and giving a sweet smile to the poor awkward young giant who felt that 
 he could always love her forever after, whether she threw him a plum 
 or an apple or not. He held his head higher for he knew now he was 
 her faithful subject. 
 
 At last the procession of the king came swiftly down the way and 
 
 *The same thing happened to the descendants of the Ar-Yans, thousands of years later, 
 when the mighty funeral cortege of a great White queen, followed by generals, potentates, 
 princes, kings and emperors passed through the teeming streets of London, in 1901. All 
 along the way where were lofty trees, the branches were hung thickly with lads, youths 
 and striplings of the poor, where they looked like a strange fruitage to the beholder from 
 the ground below. And so great was their weight that boughs broke and crashed down 
 with this living fruit on that day, and ambulances were summoned to carry away the 
 injured. It was a strange sight never to be forgotten. Hut the young of this descent will 
 ever long to behold the passing of their queens, whether in bridal or in funeral processions. 
 
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 gave her greeting, and he himself clad in a white wool cloak stepped 
 forward to the chariot and gave her his hand, and she alighted with her 
 eyes cast downwards toward the ground, never giving him so much as 
 one glance. 
 
 "How pale she is !" exclaimed one of the Jalassas, "and pretending 
 to be so modest and abashed when everybody knows she came all the 
 way to get him !" 
 
 "I don t see anything so pretty about her, spoke another, "she really 
 has quite a large waist. But mine is like a wasp s waist." 
 
 "Yes, and her nose is too short," spoke a third. "Mine is much 
 longer." 
 
 If some one could have stuck a bodkin into all of them at that 
 moment it might have stopped their malice, but we shall see! 
 
 As the young Queen of the Bright Ones stepped forward to the 
 temple, surrounded by her best men, who were of course her warriors, 
 she faltered, and Moondy placed her hand on his arm to steady her. 
 
 Into the temple they went under the boughs of the great spreading 
 oak, and the sacred words were spoken which made them husband and 
 wife. Then they returned and stood together for all the people to pass by 
 and give them their good wishes. 
 
CHAPTER XIII. 
 
 THE TRANCE-SLUMBER OF UNA MATERNA. 
 
 One glance at last Una Materna gave to the face of the king. She 
 saw that he was tall and slender and that his eyes were blue. She noted 
 his smooth-shaven cheeks and strongly marked features and averted 
 glance. She thought him very stern. Her heart grew heavy. Then she 
 began to look among those gathered about to behold once more that 
 faithful subject who had so nobly represented the king. 
 
 From face to face she glanced and seemed to be forlorn that he 
 should not be there. It was true that he, Avenant, with his full brown 
 beard and many cares seemed older in appearance than the king, who 
 was more like a handsome youth of haughty mien. But she had grown 
 to know and admire Avenant for this very manliness of his. All these 
 strangers seemed cold and harsh to her. 
 
 Especially was she made to feel the displeasure of the ladies of the 
 court as they gazed at her, all arrayed in their horns and tails. She knew 
 they were finding fault with her. Why not? How could they approve of 
 her appearance? For she had on a simple gown of white wool and a 
 mantle of white linen while on her head was a little cap of white lace 
 with turned-up wings of silver, all made so simple and plain without any 
 horns or tails such as they wore, and with that wonderful inner sense 
 of hearing of hers every sound was brought to her ears when they 
 ridiculed the idea of her having a dove on her shoulder and a lambkin 
 at her knee. 
 
 Then came four of these women with a smile of superciliousness as 
 they advanced, bearing on a cushion a four-horned kind of crown which, 
 with long speeches of hypocrisy, they presented to her. They were 
 determined to start the fashion of everyone dressing as they did, and they 
 felt sure once they got the new queen to put it on her head, that they 
 could make her do as they willed, for this headdress was bewitched. 
 
 However, as might be guessed, Una Materna did not know what to 
 do with the thing and so she asked Moondy to hold it for her. 
 
 Then came the milkmaids, four of them, bearing on a lamb s wool 
 cushion a crown of honeysuckle and mignonette. She stooped to them 
 with her sweetest smile and took it in both her hands and lifted it and 
 placed it upon her head over her little cap, and it seemed most fitting as 
 an emblem of her sweet majesty. 
 
 "Honeysuckle, choose her," said a voice near her, a voice she knew. 
 
 She turned in surprise and wonderment and looked for the speaker, 
 and the same voice continued, "Fear not, O Queen, Avenant is here." 
 
 The king had turned to her. There she beheld the eyes of blue, as 
 blue as the myrtle, fringed with the black lashes and though without the 
 beard she knew better than the smooth cheeks and firm chin, yet she 
 recognized that Avenant stood there by her side as the King of Ar-Ya. 
 
 Now in the veins of Una Materna there flowed not one coward drop. 
 She felt coming events casting their shadows before and prepared for 
 them. But she was so honest herself that such a thing as this was to 
 
52 FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 
 
 her unbelievable. She might be able to escape from caravans and face 
 the leader of wild tribes and bury her dead and hold herself calmly when 
 parting with one whom she admired. But she had battled with herself 
 the night preceding during that terrible weeping-spell that had overcome 
 her, to do away with the least bit of regard in her heart which might 
 be lingering there for Avenant. She held herself faithful in every drop 
 of heart s blood, in every beating of her pulse to her Prince of the land 
 of Ar-Ya, and she went to him sincerely grateful for his confidence in 
 her. She had resolved that if even he should prove more stern than 
 she could bear, still she would love him and devote herself to bene 
 fiting the people. She was angry at herself that she had given one glance 
 to see if Avenant were there. And to think that he had been standing 
 by her side in the disguise of this handsome youth, made her hate 
 him. How had he dared to play with her affection thus ? A little shiver 
 went through her, the world turned black as night, and with a great sob 
 she fell toward the earth in a death-swoon. 
 
 But ever-faithful Moondy had been aware of some wild tempest 
 going through the heart of the young queen and he caught her and so 
 laid her down gently. 
 
 Then he turned upon the king of Ar-Ya and was for giving him a 
 trouncing right then and there, but he found the king kneeling beside 
 her and chafing her hands and imploring her to give him one word of 
 forgiveness, and hearing the well-known voice of their captain, then it 
 was that Moondy knew the truth. He stood aside with his six com 
 panions and they all wrung each other s hands fiercely in a terrible grip 
 as if to say, "It is all right, boys !" and then they turned away their heads 
 that none might see their emotion. 
 
 Ar-Ya was Avenant and Avenant was Ar-Ya, and already they loved 
 him and could trust their young queen to his care and would not have 
 to do any of those terrible things to him that they had promised them 
 selves in case he did not treat her right for he was one of them also 
 to guard and protect her until death. And now they began to guess why 
 Una Materna had spent that last night weeping, only of course they got 
 it all wrong for they did not understand anything, as why should men, 
 even the dearest and best of them ,the delicate workings of a woman s 
 innermost nature? Why, she hardly knows herself, until years after 
 wards, why she does things! 
 
 There she lay at their feet upon the cold ground and did not regain 
 consciousness. She lay there as pale as death and as silent. 
 
 If the frost-spindle of winter had pierced her finger she could not 
 be more motionless. If she had tasted the poisoned apple of the wicked 
 old jealous queen of winter she could not be more beautiful in her death- 
 trance. 
 
 Like the seven dwarfs who watched by the bier of Snowflake, so 
 did the warriors stand guard over Una Materna. They placed their 
 spears together and made a litter, and lifted her thereon, and marched 
 solemnly toward the place of habitation prepared for her, away from the 
 lumbering old king s hall of past times, with Ar-Ya following in 
 grief and despair and all the people making way for them to pass through. 
 
 At last they reached this tower-house (it could not be called a 
 palace) but had been fitted up by Ar-Ya for her to have as her own 
 
FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 53 
 
 place with a garden around it and trees and herbs and all things she 
 liked. 
 
 She was carried within and laid upon the couch there, and given 
 remedies, but still she remained as before. Her good nurse was appealed 
 to and she stopped her knitting and lost several stitches in her web while 
 she bade them let her have her rest in peace, as the journey had been too 
 fearsome for her and she could endure no more. 
 
 So she lay in state as one who has passed from earth and her war 
 riors watched by her bier faithfully. As if Nature herself came to the 
 rescue in an effort to protect Una Materna from the noise and quarreling 
 of the outside world, there grew up around that place a giant hedge of 
 thorns over night, so that no one could pass that way. And there she 
 slept in peace. 
 
CHAPTER XIV. 
 
 THE FOUR-HORNED LADIES. 
 
 Outside, things went on very badly. The king was so distracted he 
 could not pay proper attention to the needs of his people, and as most of 
 them had no thinkability for themselves, you can imagine how slack and 
 neglected everything was. 
 
 All did I say? No, there were four witches daughters there, who 
 could think and plot and plan more mischief over night in the darkness 
 than two dozen strong men could set straight in the sunlight of many 
 days. And who were these but the four crown-bearers of the four- 
 horned crown which Una Materna had not known what to do with, and 
 had handed to Moondy to hold, and of course he had dropped it and 
 had never thought of the foolish bauble again. 
 
 So there it had lain in the dust, and the young giant had picked 
 it up, unfortunately, walking along and wondering what to do with 
 it. Of course it was just his luck that some one told him to try it on. 
 So very soon he was making sport for the shepherds and milkmaids. 
 And there they were laughing and holding their sides and having great 
 fun over the performance while the wearer was lifting his eyebrows and 
 winking his eyes and going through all sorts of pantomime in mimicry 
 of those ladies of the court who had always snubbed them all, because 
 they did the work of the kingdom, and it felt good for once in their lives 
 to see them getting taken down for all their airs and graces. 
 
 But, alas ! two of the crown-bearers passed by at this very moment 
 and saw the whole performance. Like Jalassa, they turned a pale green 
 and then a pale yellow, and straightway ran to the king to tell him of 
 the shocking affair and demand that the young giant be cast into the 
 dungeon for having stolen the four-horned crown of the new queen 
 which they had presented to her. They said it was a crime against the 
 government. At first the king did not hear them at all. He was walking 
 up and down in the council-hall of the old king with his arms clasped 
 behind him, trying to study out some difficult matters relating to the 
 crops, but he would stop every once in so often to look out the window 
 in the direction of the thorn-hedge to see if any signal was being dis 
 played yet, from the warriors telling that there was any change there for 
 the better. 
 
 He simply looked on them as naughty, perverse children who were 
 a nuisance to themselves and everybody else, and told the doorkeeper to 
 send them home. At this they began to carry on dreadfully, yowling and 
 wailing and finally weeping with copious tears and hysterical screams so 
 that the sound of it reached the ears of the seven warriors, and one of 
 them came to the hedge of thorn-briers and held up his spear with a 
 white streamer fluttering from it, and the people all ran and the king 
 saw it and he hastened to see if it were a message from his beloved Una 
 Materna awakening from her long trance. 
 
 But it was not. The warrior asked that the awful noise be stopped 
 as it was too much for their nerves. 
 
 So Avenant, or Ar-Ya rather, not knowing how else to get the 
 
FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 55 
 
 horrid sounds to cease from these four-horned ladies, always four-horned, 
 signed the decree condemning the young giant to the gaol. Now nobody 
 had been put into this dungeon for a matter of several hundred years, 
 and it was full of spiders and thick with cobwebs. 
 
 Usually when anyone misbehaved in this kingdom they made him 
 work over time, so this being put into gaol was a terrible punishment. 
 The milkmaids and the shepherds gathered together and marched in a 
 body to the king and begged and entreated that he would not doom 
 the poor awkward young giant who was hardly more than a boy 
 to such an end as that, merely for a little harmless joke on the 
 four-horned ladies, always four-horned. "He had never meant any 
 harm at all, at all," they insisted. And if the king persisted in put 
 ting him into the dungeon he would have to put them all in there, too, 
 as they all were as much to blame as he was. 
 
 But the four-horned ladies never ceased yowling that they would 
 have justice and would not listen to reason. So Ar-Ya turned to 
 the milkmaids and bade them remember that the young queen had 
 taken their crown of honeysuckle and mignonette and had placed it on 
 her head where it still remained in her trance, and for her sake would 
 they submit to this unjust decree and let the young giant go to the 
 gaol, so that the warriors might watch by her side in peace? 
 
 Their eyes were full of tears as they beheld the anguish of their 
 king, and without a word, they escorted the poor awkward thing to the 
 dungeon, and he permitted them to lock it up with the rusty old bolts 
 which he could have burst asunder without half trying. 
 
 Now this was very brave of poor "Lazybones," as he was called, 
 for if there was one thing he hated worse than another, it was cobwebs 
 and spiders. So he remained there for the sake of the beautiful young 
 Queen of the Bright Ones that she might repose in peace while her trance 
 lasted. But sometimes his heart beat very fast, and horror overcame him 
 when he felt the cobwebs trailing around him, and he saw the eyes of 
 the spiders like bright beads showing up even in the darkness. 
 
 But the four-horned ladies no longer wailed; on the contrary they 
 sat around and smiled to think how they were running things to suit 
 themselves in Ar-Ya s kingdom. And this was a great triumph, for these 
 ladies did not belong here in this country at all, but were left-overs from 
 many caravans passing through, they and all their relations, whom the 
 old king (who had been harsh enough to his own sons) had permitted 
 to remain in order to amuse him with their caprices, for no one knew 
 what they would be doing next. 
 
 This might amuse a tyrant for a brief hour, but it played hob with 
 the country. For while they were having these carryings-on, nobody 
 could get any work done, and when the work stopped things went smash. 
 For if the ground is not dug up and planted at the proper season, there 
 are no crops, and when they are no crops everybody starves. But these 
 capricious ladies with their four-horns who planted nothing but were 
 like so many grass-hopper people who ate up every green leaf that 
 others made to grow, were a curse to the land. 
 
 One of these who considered herself a great beauty, made a nice 
 rennet-pudding with her own fair hands (or pretended that she did) and 
 carried it to the king and expressed sorrow over his misfortune in having . 
 
56 FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 
 
 an invalid for his wife, and palavered and cast sheep s eyes at him, and 
 told him it was the fashion now in all the other kingdoms for the king 
 to have several wives, and why should not he do the same, seeing that he 
 had been so unfortunate as to have his first wife condemned to spend her 
 lifetime in a trance? And then she told him how well she understood 
 court-customs and styles and felt sure that her mother s daughter would 
 be able to introduce great improvements into the kingdom should she be 
 given the opportunity to do so. 
 
 But Avenant, or Ar-Ya, rather, did not know what she was talking 
 about, and so asked her kindly to excuse him as he had to see to business 
 matters (which of course meant the crops) and he hoped she would be 
 feeling better on the morrow. He never even looked at the rennet. So 
 she took her departure boiling with rage. The same thing happened the 
 next day when the second one came on the same errand, also bearing 
 a rennet-pudding. Again on the third and the fourth day was this 
 repeated. 
 
 Not until they all arrived together to lay before him the wonderful 
 proposition of adding all four of them to his family to take the place of 
 the sleeping bride of his heart did he get a glimmering of what they 
 were talking about. Even then his mind was too pure to understand 
 them. He thought they were talking about what he would do if his 
 beloved Una Materna should die in her sleep and leave him thus 
 bereaved. 
 
 He bent his brows till he seemed of a terrible majesty and his eyes 
 flashed fire. "I gave my word of honor," spoke he sternly, "never to love 
 another woman whether I won the Fair One with Golden Locks or did 
 not win her, and my word is as good as my bond and my bond as myself. 
 If my bride, the queen of this land, never wakes, but dies in her trance, 
 I will destroy every habitation in this place, drive away the people to 
 other kingdoms, and go forth myself to conquer the great world 
 toward the land of Sunset, even as my older brothers have done. For 
 without Una Materna I shall become a homeless wanderer on the face 
 of the earth. And if I hear any more of such talk as this, I will put 
 all four of you into the dungeon where you can learn to repent in the 
 midst of the spiders." 
 
 \Yith smothered screams of horror all of the four-horned ladies 
 gathered up their skirts and ran as fast as they could to their own places 
 to hide with their witch-mothers, \vho had put them up to all these 
 actions. Hut as for the poisoned rennets left behind, the doorkeeper 
 kicked them out the back-door, and some poor unfortunate little pink 
 pigs came along and devoured them and were turned into dreadful 
 little snakes that crawled away to escape, only the doorkeeper went after 
 them with a heavy cudgel and destroyed them. 
 
CHAPTER XV. 
 
 UNA HEARS THE VOICE OF THE POOR YOUNG GIANT. 
 
 Meanwhile during all this time what had become of the poor big boy 
 in the gaol? He had fallen sick of a fever and he kept groaning, "Oh, 
 wot am I in here fur ? I never did nothing to nobody wot am I here fur 
 all alone with nobody but spiders?" And at last his groans went travel 
 ing by the air to the ears of the queen as she lay in her trance. You 
 know I told you she had an inner sight and hearing by which she 
 "sensed" things from far away. 
 
 Moondy was the first to notice that her eye-lids were quivering. He 
 sent word to the king and he came at once through the great hedge of 
 thorn-briars which opened before him to let him pass through, showing 
 that the magic hour had arrived. Thus came Ar-Ya to the couch where 
 lay Una Materna, the sleeping bride of his heart. Would she waken ? 
 Would she know him ? He knelt beside her and kissed her upon the 
 forehead sacredly. She opened her dark blue eyes, but there was no 
 smile on her beautiful face. She looked at him reproachfully. 
 
 "Forgive me, my Una Materna," he said tenderly, "I am sorry !" 
 
 "I do not understand the ways of men," she murmured half under 
 her breath, and closed her eyes again as if she took no interest in life. 
 
 "What can I do to please you? You are my life and my all," he 
 continued, still kneeling by her side. "I wanted to have you love me for 
 myself alone and not because I was king." 
 
 "It was wicked of you," she returned slowly, as if her heart were 
 breaking. "I might have learned to like you, Ar-Ya, but I do not care 
 for ihat Avenant at all ! I consider him vain and selfish." And she felt 
 better when she had said it. 
 
 Still Ar-Ya kept entreating her forgiveness and asking what he could 
 do to please her. 
 
 "Why do you keep that poor boy in there with those spiders?" she 
 asked him, sitting up all at once. "Let me go and give him his freedom ?" 
 
 "So you shall," exclaimed Ar-Ya in a tumult of delight. And the 
 warriors put their spears together and made a litter for her and carried 
 her to the door of the dungeon. They could hear the mutterings and 
 wailings of the poor big boy who still was asking why was he there. 
 
 She took the great rusty keys and turned them in the rusty locks and 
 threw the rusty door open. But the poor fellow was in a fever and did 
 not know the door was open and kept saying things about how he could 
 get out easy enough only the young queen had smiled at him and so 
 to please her he had gone in and now had to stay there so she would 
 be peaceful in her sleep. 
 
 All at once new energy entered into her veins. She hastened into 
 the spidery place and touched her hand to his forehead and spoke to him, 
 and a sort of understanding seemed to pass between them. He groaned 
 no more. The warriors led him out and she ordered food and drink for 
 him. There were the milkmaids and the shepherds and the other 
 workers standing all around, and at this, they knelt before her and 
 
58 FAIRY TALE OP THE WHITE MAN 
 
 promised they would always be good in return for her kindness to the 
 poor young giant. 
 
 By this time he seemed quite himself again and made some foolish 
 remarks to set them off laughing as was his way, for he was a bit of a 
 clown when he had enough to eat. But you shall hear more of him later 
 on. 
 
 Una was now 7 talking to the milkmaids and their mothers. "What 
 weaves have you?" she asked. "And show me your flax." 
 
 But it was all very poor and crude, not like the fine materials she 
 had brought with her. So she ordered her bags opened and gave them 
 seeds to plant and told them how to proceed to get new flax that was 
 better than theirs, and how to spin it and how to weave the warp and 
 the woof into good lasting materials. And she asked about their leaven 
 and told them what to do to make it more wholesome, and many other 
 things of great interest to people of everyday life. 
 
 "Bread is very important," she told them. Everybody became so 
 interested that they forgot everything else, when all at once the four- 
 horned ladies appeared and complained that no one was setting the table 
 for dinner, and they were hungry and needed to eat. 
 
CHAPTER XVI. 
 
 THE FOUR-HORNED CARAVAN. 
 
 Now the king and the warriors were so delighted to see Una Ma- 
 terna taking an interest in life again, that they were keeping very quiet 
 and making every one else keep quiet, so she would go on and on, getting 
 interested in the people and the place, for they did not know but that at 
 any moment she might start off for the West as on that first journey of 
 hers! 
 
 And they all knew they should go along with her because she had 
 that air of authority born in her that made men obey her to their own 
 good. And they were tired after so many battlings with the foe, and 
 wanted to stay here awhile longer ; for they knew already of themselves 
 that they longed to go some day to the land of Sunset for it was in their 
 blood to do so. But not yet awhile they said, for they could foresee that 
 it would be a terrible journey, fighting with dragons and all sorts of wild 
 beasts, and they needed to know many things ere they started, in order 
 to prepare them beforehand. 
 
 So they wanted Una to be contented with that land till they got 
 ready to go. The king frowned at these foreigners thrusting themselves 
 in just when they were least wanted. He waved his hand objecting to 
 these marplots whose hearts were full of hate fulness, to make them go 
 away. And the warriors did not fail to shake their mighty fists beneath 
 the four noses of them to discourage their further advance. 
 
 But they, these four-horned ladies all dressed up fit to kill, remem 
 bering how successfully they had worked their previous plot, fell back on 
 yowling and wailing and weeping once more to accomplish their ends, for 
 their witch-mothers were with them there urging them on to do their 
 worst. 
 
 These "left-overs" from preceding caravans took advantage of the 
 fact that the men did not want to hurt them. They knew they, the men, 
 were too noble to knock them down, so they did not care what they did 
 to try them to the uttermost, and they gave way to the witch-like natures 
 in them, and acted like gibbering baboons. 
 
 Of course everything was spoiled for everybody else with such a 
 circus as this going on. The milkmaids and the shepherds and the 
 workers were alarmed and everybody was distracted. 
 
 "Who are these?" asked Una Materna, standing to her full height. 
 
 "We are very important, we are !" said they in one voice sobbing like 
 perverse children. 
 
 "What are you doing with those horns on your heads?" asked the 
 young queen. 
 
 They could not for the life of them explain. 
 
 "If I am going to stay here began Una Materna, as if she 
 had not yet decided that she would. 
 
 So the king stood up then and took the matter in hand. "I declare 
 a new edict on this day. All those who wish to wear four horns or any 
 horns on their heads must seek new kingdoms to live in ! Or else be 
 placed in the dungeon. I have spoken." 
 
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 At this the workers and shepherds and common people gave a great 
 shout of joy and began dancing with each other like mad. The young 
 giant smiled wanly and said, "Guess they won t like them spiders neether." 
 
 But the horned ladies, being "left-overs," did not seem to compre 
 hend what an edict was. They said they wouldn t any such thing! So 
 then the men had to yoke up a few oxen and gather together a few 
 provisions, and when it was all ready they told the horned ladies with 
 their witch-mothers to get in and go off with the caravan to the next 
 kingdom. But they tossed their horns and said they would not go. So 
 the next thing they knew they were running like chickens and those 
 rough plowmen after them, and of course they were caught because a 
 man can run faster than a woman, and they were hurried up to that 
 awful dungeon of spiders and put in until they changed their minds, 
 which was in about five minutes, and decided to go away in the caravan. 
 
 Their unfortunate relatives had to go along with them, root and 
 branch, men, women and children, so as to keep them company, because 
 that was the Ar-Yan way they never separated families. And there 
 was an awful time finding them because the relatives declared they were 
 not to blame because of" all this four-horned business, and so they had 
 hidden away like in a game of blind man s bluff or high spy, from the 
 rough plowmen. But at last the roll was called, and all were there 
 excepting just one, a poor bed-ridden old aunt who was also blind and 
 stone deaf, and as they could not explain the thing to her under a year 
 or so, they gave up the job and said to let her stay and we will take care 
 of her for she has not long to live, poor thing ! So it was done, and all 
 the rest of the families of the four-horned ladies got into the carts or 
 walked alongside or lagged behind and so disappeared into the distance, 
 as all hoped, forever. 
 
 But we shall see. 
 
 Of course it might seem strange that those four ladies would not 
 be willing to take off those terrible four-horned head-dresses that caused 
 all this unnecessary bother and fuss, and save themselves and everybody 
 such an awful waste of time. But no, they were horn-mad. They pre 
 ferred to perish rather than give them up, which shows how queerly the 
 human mind can work when it has not that fine property of "thinkability" 
 which enables us all to live together in a state of peace. 
 
 Well, it was a great day for the land of Ar-Ya when that four- 
 horned caravan went away from it to the next kingdom. Would that it 
 had gone "farther and farther than far" till they had been lost forever, 
 but this is history, and so we cannot change things, and tell the story the 
 way it ought to have been, but as it was. 
 
CHAPTER XVII. 
 
 WHAT FIVE FALLING STARS BROUGHT. 
 
 As if a blight had passed from the land, with the going of that ill- 
 omened caravan, everything burgeoned and blossomed like the rose. 
 
 Such crops you never did see, and the blossoms of the flax shone out 
 in sweet blue eyes like mimic skies amid the fields everywhere. Doves 
 were cooing, lambs were bleating, and cows were lowing with content 
 ment. The pastures were full of green grass, and the wheat and the 
 barley were waving in the wind, when a star fell from the heavens one 
 night bringing to Una Materna and King Ar-Ya one of the handsomest 
 little boys ever seen, with dark eyes but a skin like milk, and his frame 
 was slender and graceful. As he grew, he was not very active but 
 thoughtful, and got up early to behold the sunrise which seemed to him 
 the most fascinating thing in the world. He was named Hindo and after 
 wards became Indo. 
 
 He would take a long piece of linen and wrap it about his head 
 into a turban to keep his brain from the heating rays of the sun, and 
 he sang wonderful songs about the beauty of the sun and the fields and 
 the morning. They may be read to this day in the Sanscrit language 
 where they have been preserved for thousands of years. 
 
 It was in the summer of another year, when he was quite a good 
 sized boy, that a star fell across the heavens with a grand train of 
 silver behind it, and brought to the happy parents, a little daughter, of 
 whom it has been said, that she was as beautiful as Una Materna 
 herself. But that we refuse to believe. She was blue-eyed and milk- 
 white and had wonderful golden hair and loved the sun, too, as did 
 her brother. Her name was Gracia and she used to drape herself in 
 scarves of linen very delightfully. 
 
 When the third star fell, it brought another daughter and she was 
 more like Indo, with a high nose and black eyes and they called her 
 Roma. She was soon as tall as Gracia, and always tried to rule her 
 for she had a very imperious way about her and was always determined 
 that everybody should come under her will. She also loved the sun 
 but was always watching for the sunset-hour and glory rather than 
 that of the morning. Her taste was also more gorgeous than that of 
 Gracia s. 
 
 When the fourth star fell, it brought a fair little boy who was 
 different from the other children. He was blue-eyed like the flax- 
 blossom and golden-haired, but was so strong and active that he never 
 quit running from the time he got up in the morning till he went to 
 bed. He took a great interest in the fields and in the mountains but 
 did not love the sun so much as did the other three. Such a hardy 
 strong little boy, rather stern of face he was! Very early he got two 
 wings and put them on each side of his head in imitation of the helmet 
 worn by Avenant (or Ar-Ya rather) when he went to win Una Materna 
 for his bride. 
 
 And the warriors smiled to see him and said to each other that he 
 was going to equal his father, the king, when he grew up. Indeed he 
 
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 was their favorite of all the children. And he was the one who gave 
 them their names as we now have them, for he never forgot them but 
 kept them always in his heart, no matter how far he traveled when he 
 went on his long quest in search of the land of the Sunset. And they 
 called him Sax. 
 
 When he was getting his second teeth and was a sturdy strong 
 little fellow, there came a fifth star from the skies bringing to him and 
 the others the most interesting little brother. He seemed to have brought 
 with him a message to deliver, and began to talk very soon and to 
 try to explain what this message might be. But Roma laughed at him 
 and ridiculed him. Gracia did not take any interest, and Indo was 
 busy with his own thoughts. Sax played with him more than did the 
 others. But he was an odd one among them, that was evident. 
 
 Always King Ar-Ya did as do all fathers : He used to play with 
 this little chap of his and throw him up in the air and cry "Upsa-Day"* 
 that is a word four thousand years old and it means "to catch" 
 but this was not a merry baby but very serious. So Ar-Ya had to find 
 some other way than this to amuse him, different from the other 
 children. 
 
 Una Materna held him close to her heart and looked into his dark 
 eyes, and tried to understand what the wee mite of a beginning of a 
 prophet was trying to say. When the other children were saying "goo" 
 and "dah" and "neenee" (meaning drink of water) this baby was point 
 ing upward and urging recognition of some great Power above. Una 
 Materna had always referred to it as "Dyaus-Pitar," the great Sky- 
 Father. But the eager little fellow would insist on calling it by a 
 name of his own which she learned finally and treasured in her heart. 
 
 They named him Semitra, but often she clasped him closely to her, 
 and whispered her pet name for him alone, for the others were jealous 
 of him, and said, "My little Hillel !" 
 
 *This word is today usually called "Upsa-daisy." 
 
CHAPTER XVIII. 
 
 UNA MATERNA REFUSES TO FORGIVE AVENANT. 
 
 The sun was setting in full glory, and the warriors were standing- 
 gazing upon its splendor with their usual longing, and Sax was with 
 them, and little Semitra sat upon the shoulder of old Moondy with his 
 tiny hands clasped together and listening to all they were saying with 
 a wise look upon his baby features. 
 
 No longer was the bronze in the hair and beard of the old warriors, 
 for the frost had crept in slowly, yet still would you call them "The 
 Bright Ones," because of the ardor of their hearts and the eternal 
 bon-fire blazing in their eyes. 
 
 Moondy was talking to Sax, and pointing to the crimson and gold 
 glory in the beloved West, while the six others were nodding their heads 
 and agreeing with him. "Some day we are going that path, and you 
 shall be our chief, and we shall never stop until we have reached the 
 land and take it for our own." 
 
 "Yes," said Sax proudly, "I shall be your chief. But what will 
 Semitra be?" 
 
 By this time the golden sun had sunk into his crimson bed and 
 was now drawing his shadowy curtains about him. Above hung the 
 crescent moon and the evening star. Semitra pointed to it eagerly "See, 
 far, far, far, I will follow the star." So after that, they always called 
 it, "The star of Semitra." 
 
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 That evening Una Materna sat thinking, meditatively. The king 
 came in and sat down too, and began talking about the crops. For of 
 course, you must know that if kings do not attend to the crops, every 
 thing will go wrong, there will be famines and everybody will starve 
 to death. You ve simply got to think about the crops. 
 
 However, for once, Una Materna did not seem to be interested. 
 So he came over and sat down beside her and took her slender hand 
 in his, and asked her what she was thinking about. 
 
 Her face lighted up with a glory like that of the setting sun. 
 
 "Do you know, Paterno," she responded (for she never called him 
 Avenant nor Ar-Ya either, but always Paterno), "I am quite convinced 
 that our children are going to be something fine and wonderful when 
 they grow up." 
 
 "Is that so, Materna!" he exclaimed. "Well, I am very glad of 
 it ! They are trouble enough the way they smash things and upset 
 things now, for them to become kings and queens of the earth in order 
 to pay for their up-bringing." 
 
 "Well, I really believe that is what they are going to be," said 
 the beautiful queen of the WHITE Race. "Now there is Ind, so 
 graceful and so talented and his sculptured features show his fine 
 lineage. I can see a land by a southern sea full of palms and beautiful 
 temples waiting for him. For Gracia there is a kingdom by another 
 sea, where the waters are blue, and marble shall be the temples she 
 will build. Not far from her Roma will establish a greater empire that 
 
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 shall last for a thousand years and affect all later governments. But 
 up by the cold North Sea amid snows and long winters will Sax build 
 him a rule that shall spread across the great waters to a new world and 
 thence across that mighty land to the edge of the earth where sleeps 
 the sun every night in his golden bed. And here shall they all gather 
 together once more and their children s children dwell here in bonds of 
 peace." 
 
 "You are their mother and you ought to know," spoke the king 
 half in jest and half in earnest, for he knew of that inner sense of hers 
 and believed in it. "But what do you see for our little prophet who 
 has invented a new name for Sky-Father?" 
 
 A troubled look came over the face of Una Materna. "Alas ! I 
 fear for him, his sorrows will be many. And yet he will follow his star 
 and survive Gracia and Ind and possibly Sax. He and his children 
 will be few yet shall they dominate an unseen empire though no land 
 may be their own. And the story of his wanderings shall be preserved 
 as a precious book for the whole world forever. I must keep him 
 close to me and protect him for he is such a little fellow and his 
 brothers and sisters are not kind to him. Yet he is the dearest of all 
 to my heart because of his wonderful wisdom. I do not see where he 
 gets it !" And she drew him to her breast and gazed upon him with 
 tears in her eyes. 
 
 "Materna," spoke Ar-Ya proudly, "he gets it from you you always 
 were wise and prudent and right-minded. Why should you not have 
 one child more remarkable than any other child in the world?" 
 
 "Thank you, Paterno, that is the dearest compliment you ever paid 
 me in your life. I should love to think it even so." 
 
 "Then in return may I not ask a favor?" he inquired with a 
 serious look on his face. 
 
 She waited. 
 
 "Won t you forgive Avenant?" 
 
 "Hut suppose I had loved Avenant on my journey," she exclaimed, 
 "how then should I have been a true wife to Ar-Ya?" And she stood 
 up to her full height. So he said no more. 
 
 She always held that they were not one and the same but two 
 distinct personages. She always forgave Ar-Ya for his part of the 
 deception practiced upon her when he was pretending he was Avenant. 
 Hut she would never forgive Avenant for his not letting her know he 
 was Ar-Ya. 
 
 "He should have told me," she would say. "He should have told 
 me that night when he left the caravan, and then I should have been 
 saved one night s weeping for nothing, and have gone to my bridal 
 with a tranquil heart. I do not understand the ways of men." 
 
CHAPTER XIX. 
 
 HOW THE FOUR-HORNED CARAVAN CAME BACK. 
 
 As they stood there both so splendid and majestic, someone came 
 running- down the road, and after him many others to give the news 
 of an approaching- caravan. It was the young- giant and the plowmen 
 and shepherds and common folk. And they were calling out that it 
 was the same old caravan of the four-horned ladies returning with all 
 their relations, and they came to make a call on the poor old bed-ridden 
 aunt who was stone deaf and stone blind and dumb as well. 
 
 The Ar-Yans were a kind people or she would have died long 
 before, so there she was, like a stone effigy with only a heart-beat every 
 month or so to keep her in the semblance of a living being. But these 
 four-horned ladies with their witch-mothers had to come back to make 
 her a visit, of course. They just loved that old aunt of theirs, and 
 they could not stand it any longer without seeing her. Besides they 
 wanted to get some very important history of the family about their 
 great-grandmother s cousin on their mother s side who had been a 
 general or something, and nobody on earth knew about it, excepting 
 this bed-ridden old crone, whom before they had never cared to hear 
 talk at all when she wanted to, on all these past items. But all at 
 once she loomed up as large to view as a great black thunder-cloud 
 in the sky. 
 
 In this moment of perplexity, both Una and Ar-Ya turned to the 
 old nurse, Resonia, who sat in the chimney-corner with her knitting 
 as of yore, to find out what she thought of this subterfuge on the part 
 of the four-horned ladies to get back once more into the land of Ar-Ya. 
 Always brief in her replies, the Wise Woman remarked oracularly, 
 "Great oaks from little acorns grow, and big events arise from a 
 foolish caprice." 
 
 Already the caravan had camped in their midst. 
 Ar-Ya hastened to meet the train-master and tell him that on the 
 mororw he must move on for the edict still remained in force, and neither 
 he nor his people could continue there over another day in their land. He 
 sent the warriors to make a litter for the old crone of an aunt, and 
 remove her from her place, and discover a corner for her in the caravan 
 so they might take their traditions and their dear ancient with them, 
 and trouble the Ar-Yans never more. 
 
 But the four-horned ladies protested loudly, and wept piteously, 
 and begged to see their dear land for a few days more, and be permitted 
 to make the acquaintance of the delightful young princes and princesses 
 of whom they had heard so much, and then they would go on their 
 way, as they were Westward Bound for the Land of Sunset, and any 
 who wished to join them would be most welcome. 
 
 "Westward Bound !" The very words thrilled through the air and 
 cast a veil of enchantment over everything, even the four-horned ones 
 themselves. 
 
 The king hesitated and the force of his edict was lost. Having 
 ofiven his command he should have remained firm. 
 
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 But the very sound of that magic phrase cast a spell over his 
 judgment. What harm could a few days in Ar-Ya do, seeing that 
 they then would go on their way, leaving them in peace? Of course 
 Una Materna would not like it, but she had refused to forgive Avenant, 
 and his heart was sore over it. So he gave the caravan of the four- 
 horned ladies three days grace, and learned from them of the new 
 glories of that "Forward March !" which were alluring them thither. 
 
 Kven the old warriors stood and listened, although there was 
 nothing new for them to tell it was just the same old story that had 
 taken Ar-Ya s older brothers away long before to strange and unknown 
 regions whence they never returned. No one ever returned. There 
 was a mystery about that Land of the Sunset ; yet they all wanted to 
 go thither. Just to look at those who were going forth to brave the 
 dangers was enough to draw them near. 
 
 Sax was with the warriors as usual and little Semitra. Of course 
 the four-horned ladies made a great fuss over them and called them 
 "darling" and "sweetheart" and "pet" and "lovey" and "honey," which 
 they, the children, did not like at all. They remained aloof and gazed 
 at them severely and would not be coaxed to endure their embraces, for 
 little children know when hearts are false. 
 
 Then came Ind and Roma and Gracia, and tremendous were the 
 flatteries poured over them which quite turned their heads, for while 
 Una Materna herself might consider her brood superior, she did not 
 confide this to them while they were in their formative state. 
 
 Everything was in a state of sour fermentation in an hour s time 
 from the carryings-on of these witches daughters. 
 
 Then came Una Materna on the scene. Little Semitra pointed his 
 fore-finger to the foremost of this ill-omened crew of abnormal beings 
 who was giving sweetmeats and candied pomegranate-seeds to his elder 
 brothers and sisters and said, briefly, "Bad-dums!" 
 
 She took him into her arms, and Sax by the hand, and bade the 
 warriors fetch the other three to her at once. Then she packed her 
 needfuls and took them all away with her to the lodge near the forest 
 where they often went for a change of air. 
 
CHAPTER XX. 
 
 UNA MATERNA PLUNGES INTO THE DARK FOREST. 
 
 Now the older three were angry at having- been taken away from 
 the scene of excitement, for a passing caravan was always a source 
 of much amusement to them all in the land of the Ar-Yans. They were 
 determined to be revenged on their tiny brother for his having set their 
 mother against the delightful ladies with the four-horns, and so the 
 next morning they persuaded Una Materna to let them all go into 
 the forest to play together, promising to return in an hour or so. As 
 they had often done so before, there was no particular reason to forbid 
 it. But she seemed to have a dread of something happening like a 
 shadow over her path as if from an unknown winged thing above her 
 that she could not see. She protested but they all coaxed her so that 
 she was persuaded against her better judgment. Then she told them 
 to go but little Semitra should stay with her. But Roma whose heart 
 was full of hatefulness, unworthy of the White Alan s blood in her 
 veins, entreated that he should be allowed to go with them. 
 
 So the Queen took her little boy on her knee, and kissed him on 
 the forehead, and bade them all be careful with him and not to stay 
 away long for Semitra was the joy of her heart. 
 
 So the five children of one father and one mother started out 
 together, but little Semitra ran back to her who stood anxiously watching 
 them and kissed her on the forehead also for which she had to stoop 
 to him, and so gave him one more embrace. It was the last. She never 
 saiv him again. 
 
 For when they all got well into the forest the older ones began 
 to ridicule him and tease him and to show their miserable jealousy 
 because it was so, that he was the joy of his mother s heart. 
 
 The poor little fellow stood in their midst with his dark mournful 
 eyes swimming in tears, though he said not a word. It was pitiful. 
 But Sax protested at first, and began to kick at Roma though she was 
 so much larger, and he took Semitra by the hand and said, "Come. I ll 
 take care of you," and thus the two smallest ran together further away 
 into the forest. Then Roma ran after them, and struck Sax, and 
 parted them, and gave little Semitra a push so that he fell among the 
 thorn-briers, and they pierced his delicate flesh so he was dyed with 
 the crimson of his own blood. But she only laughed and seized Sax 
 by the hand and dragged him away with her, and Ind had already gone 
 home, but Gracia was still there. 
 
 "Come," said Roma, "help me pull Sax along and let that mean 
 baby back there think we have gone off and left him. It will serve 
 him right for interfering with our pleasure." 
 
 They could hear the cries of little Semitra from the distance, calling, 
 calling to them vainly. They hardened their hearts and left him 
 behind. 
 
 Poor little prophet, and seeker after the wonderful star, that was 
 a sorrowful day for all the earth ! For a terrible storm came up, the 
 wind raved in the trees and bent them over and broke them off with 
 
68 FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 
 
 fearful crashes, the flood-gates of heaven opened, the thunders roared 
 and the waters poured in streams like rivers everywhere from sudden 
 cloud-bursts. 
 
 The warriors met Roma and Gracia with Sax and asked for little 
 Semitra, but they were drenched through by this time and could not 
 explain what had become of the child. They had waited for him, they 
 said, but he had wandered away and they could not find him. Ind had 
 returned early and so had escaped the storm. 
 
 At the sight of the three there and no little Semitra with them, 
 Una Materna plunged into the dark forest, the picture of fierce mother 
 hood and could not be restrained by her warriors so they went with 
 her as of yore when she was but a child of three and yet their queen. 
 Hither and yon they went, finding,, a scrap of his little tunic here, and 
 a bit of his scarf there, and at last in the thorn-briers they found a 
 piece of Roma s drapery and the thorns were red with blood. 
 
 "My little Hillel," cried Una Materna in her great despair, "they 
 have killed him !" 
 
 "Nay," insisted good old Moondy, "he is not here. He* is still 
 alive somewhere." 
 
 Farther and farther they went all in the terrible storm and darkness 
 of the black forest for three days, lost themselves finally amid the 
 wildness of everything. 
 
 "My little Semitra," called Una Materna in the face of the storm, 
 "come to thy mother thy mother is here !" 
 
 But nothing save the echoes of her own despair gave answer to 
 her weeping. She knew she would never see him again. 
 
CHAPTER XXI. 
 
 UNA MATERNA FORGIVES AVENANT. 
 
 Strong men found them, and they were headed by king Ar-Ya 
 who lifted his queen from the ground and wrapped her in warm 
 garments and gave her the needed food (which at first she refused) 
 from his own hand. And he was shaking from head to foot in his 
 anguish. 
 
 "Our little lost boy," he said, "is with the Sky-Father he is safe, 
 but our other chilldren need us now more than ever, for they repent 
 for what they have done. Eat for their sakes. Live for their sakes." 
 
 A strange thought entered the mind of Una Materna. "And not 
 for thine?" she asked sternly. 
 
 "Since you have lost the joy of your heart, I would not ask you 
 to live for my sake. I am not worthy of your beautiful service," spoke 
 the king, shaken through and through by his emotion. "I am like that 
 one to whom came an angel and he plucked her wings of their feathers, 
 and put her into a pot to boil for his dinner. Had I stood firm pro 
 tecting you and the children, this would never have happened. I am 
 ashamed I am not worthy. But live for their sakes, if not for mine." 
 
 "Avenant," murmured Una Materna, softly, as if it were the 
 sweetest word in the world, "I forgive thee." 
 
 "Then live for Avenant s sake," he implored. 
 
 So she gathered her life-forces together and resolutely took up 
 the burden of existence once more, but never was she quite the same as 
 in the days when her little boy was on her knee. When she sat looking 
 at twilight s hour at the fading glory of the West, the children would 
 say, "Materna, what are you thinking of, that your eyes shine so 
 strangely ?" 
 
 And she would say, "Child, I am thinking of your little brother, 
 my lost little boy and wondering if he is tonight looking at Semitra s 
 star. See how beautiful it is " 
 
CHAPTER XXII. 
 
 FAREWELL. 
 
 Well, that is all ! Nothing was the same as before. The great 
 storm had cut the land into great hollows, the caravan of the four- 
 horned ladies had carried away many of the strongest workers who had 
 been eager to go forth to seek their fortunes in the great track to the 
 WEST, so it was a poor set that was left behind. But their going forth 
 had done them very little good. The cloudbursts had destroyed many 
 in the caravan. Only one man had escaped to go with the Jalassas, 
 and of course the dear old ancient was still being carried along like 
 a stone effigy. But it was well known to all that when she had been 
 brought out in the light of day, she showed traces of ancestry from the 
 Blacks and Yellows, so that they all were a poor mixed breed, neither 
 fish, flesh nor fowl, nor as good as the ones from whom they sprang. 
 And the celebrated relative on the great-grandmother s side they were 
 seeking for turned out to be, not a general as they pretended, but a poor 
 runaway slave that a certain general had taken pity on, and had helped 
 to escape from his pursuers only to be basely betrayed by this ungrateful 
 wretch in return for his kindness. They all were treacherous as if 
 from a nest of vipers. There was no integrity in them. 
 
 They never thought on the word "HONOR." 
 
 The great and wonderful thing about the "Bright Ones" and the 
 pure Ar-Yans was this ; the power they naturally had for organization 
 and working together as one force, "a// for one and one for all." But 
 as soon as any of these mixed with Blacks or Browns or Yellows, the 
 next generation had hatred in their hearts for the WHITES. So it 
 was a bad affair when some of the Ar-Yans had chosen mates from 
 among the witches daughters, and had introduced Jalassas to ruin 
 everything that was possible, for no longer had they the power of 
 organization, and building up all they wanted to do was to pull down 
 and destroy. 
 
 And the caravan of the four-horned ladies, always four-horned, 
 had had its way. It had poisoned the children of the king-and-the-queen, 
 with the enchanted pomegranate-seeds and they now were no longer 
 happy, save Sax who had had none, for he alone had escaped to keep 
 his powers in reserve. 
 
 Una Materna had lost interest in everything. Whether the flax 
 were planted or not, whether the leaven were fresh or not became a 
 matter of total indifference to her. Even the poor young giant she 
 seemed to have forgotten although he had always been her especial care, 
 and how ragged he was getting and how badly treated without that 
 tender supervision of hers. -He did not get enough to eat half the 
 time, and it made him cross and complaining, instead of being lively 
 and good-natured as all true giants should be. 
 
 At last Una Materna had the warriors build her a tower on a hill 
 where she could watch the SUNSET each evening and Semitra s star. 
 And the warriors knew then they would never go on that journey they 
 had dreamed of all their lives, to seek that glorious land, but that they 
 
FAIRY TALE OF THE WHITE MAN 71 
 
 would have to leave it for Sax to do for them after he had become a 
 "Teat chief with a band of new warriors of his own. They were getting 
 grizzled by now. They were too old to start upon that great track to 
 the West. So they took it out in talking about it, and urging the 
 children of Una Materna to seek for it in their own days stretching out 
 before them so gloriously. 
 
 Here in this tower Avenant used to sit with Una, holding her hand 
 and trying to console her for her great loss, for he knew her heart 
 was broken. 
 
 Poor Avenant ! he had always been tall and well built, but now his 
 shoulders stooped a little and his figure was thin, for his heart was 
 broken, too, over that loss of theirs, but his way was different from 
 hers and he never spoke of it. The crops were very poor, nothing 
 seemed right. The sun beat down mercilessly and burned everything 
 up, and no clouds appeared in the skies to bring the welcome rain with 
 its life-giving quality. 
 
 The star was bright in the WEST when Una Materna touched the 
 king s hand lightly. 
 
 "Paterno," she said, "teach the children to be kind to each other 
 for little Semitra s sake." 
 
 "Yes, Materna," said he, knowing the great moment of departure 
 had arrived, "and what word of comfort do you leave to me, now that 
 you are going on your journey?" 
 
 "Come, close," she murmured, a brilliant light shining in her eyes, 
 "I will give you Semitra s word for the great Sky-Father." 
 
 So he placed his ear near to her lips and she whispered the Sacred 
 Name. 
 
 Thus she passed. And all her people wept for her and told 
 always the story to their children s children. And as each who wandered 
 by that hill beheld that tower where once she had sat gazing at the 
 WEST and the star, they reverently placed a stone until the tower 
 disappeared and it was a great mound up-builded by the hands of those 
 who loved her. 
 
 One by one then died the warriors and they were buried there 
 to protect forever their beloved Una Materna in death as they had in 
 life. 
 
 And that was the story of the old land of Ar-Ya whence sprang 
 the Indo-European tribes now peopling the earth from ocean to ocean. 
 
 But how could we have known all this if it had not been for the 
 grandmothers sitting in the winter by the fires telling the children the 
 marvelous fairy stories during the long nights, so that we all have 
 heard about "The Sleeping Beauty," "The Fair One with Golden Locks " 
 and that most sorrowful one about "The Lost Babes in the Wood?" 
 
 In this way wherever the WHITE people go, they carry these 
 tales with them, and the words common to that early time are preserved, 
 so that we know we all belong to one great primal family. Of course 
 it was only natural that the stories should get changed round somewhat 
 during the four thousand years that have elapsed. So that today they 
 think that Avenant and the king were two different men instead of 
 being one and the same, from the way the queen herself looked at the 
 matter, for the last part of the tale of "The Fair One with Golden 
 
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 Locks" got lost along the route and was put into a dozen other myth- 
 tales. 
 
 l>ut that ancient knitter, Resonia, the Wise Woman of the Ages, still 
 sits plying those wonderful needles of hers, and in her mysterious web 
 we may trace the histories of the children of Una Materna to the very 
 minute of today. For she has a deep crimson thread woven into the 
 mesh to represent Ind, a blue one for Gracia, a green one for Roma, 
 and a bright yellow one for Sax, while under the pattern runs a half- 
 concealed yet shining-through filament of silver, in a six-pointed design 
 to stand for him who was abandoned in the forest. We may follow 
 their footsteps and see them even today in their various lands or where 
 once they held their kingdoms, for nearly all have merged into a 
 common European-American stock in the new world. 
 
 But far away in the North, the South, the East, and yea, even 
 in the West, following his star, without a home or a country, carrying 
 his unseen empire with him, wanders still, poor little Semitra, the lost 
 boy of the ages. 
 
 AFTER-WORD. 
 
 So now we know the story, and how far we came in order to 
 gather together here on this last edge of this last continent. And that 
 it was the faithfulness of Una Materna to her prince Ar-Ya, even 
 before she saw him, and his faithfulness to her, and the same splendid 
 quality in our mothers and fathers for ages back, that has kept us a 
 WHITE RACE. 
 
 And we must still continue the same till the end of the world. 
 
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