Now Hokosa stepped forward from where he stood at the head of the company of wizards.  His dress, like that of his companions, was simple, but in its way striking.  On his shoulders he wore a cloak of shining snakeskin; about his loins was a short kilt of the same material; and round his forehead, arms and knees were fillets of snakeskin.  At his side hung his pouch of medicines, and in his hand he held no spear, but a wand of ivory, whereof the top was roughly carved so as to resemble the head of a cobra reared up to strike.

“King,” he said, “I have heard the words of the prince, and I do not think that this insult should have been put upon the Lady Noma, my ward, or upon me, her guardian.  Still, let it be, for I would not that one should pass from under the shadow of my house whither she is not welcome.  Without my leave the prince named this woman as his queen, as he had the right to do; and without my leave he unnames her, as he has the right to do.  Were the prince a common man, according to custom he should pay a fine of cattle to be held by me in trust for her whom he discards; but this is a matter that I leave to you, King.”

“You do well, Hokosa,” answered Umsuka, “to leave this to me.  Prince, you would not wish the fine that you should pay to be that of any common man.  With the girl shall be handed over two hundred head of cattle.  More, I will do justice:  unless she herself consents, she shall not be put away.  Let the Lady Noma be summoned.”

Now the face of Hafela grew sullen, and watching, Owen saw a swift change pass over that of Hokosa.  Evidently he was not certain of the woman.  Presently there was a stir, and from the gates of the royal house the Lady Noma appeared, attended by women, and stood before the king.  She was a tall and lovely girl, and the sunlight flashed upon her bronze-hued breast and her ornaments of ivory.  Her black hair was fastened in a knot upon her neck, her features were fine and small, her gait was delicate and sure as that of an antelope, and her eyes were beautiful and full of pride.  There she stood before the king, looking round her like a stag.  Seeing her thus, Owen understood how it came about that she held two men so strangely different in the hollow of her hand, for her charm was of a nature to appeal to both of them—­a charm of the spirit as well as of the flesh.  And yet the face was haughty, a face that upon occasion might even become cruel.

“You sent for me and I am here, O King,” she said, in a slow and quiet voice.

“Listen, girl,” answered the king.  “A while ago the Prince Hafela, my son, named you as her who should be his queen, whereon you were taken and placed in the House of the Royal Women, to abide the day of your marriage, which should be to-morrow.”

“It is true that the prince has honoured me thus, and that you have been pleased to approve of his choice,” she said, lifting her eyebrows.  “What of it, O King?”