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As
the
prospect
did
not
seem
to
be
without
attractions
for
Good
,
who
,
like
most
sailors
,
is
of
a
susceptible
nature
--
being
elderly
and
wise
,
foreseeing
the
endless
complications
that
anything
of
the
sort
would
involve
,
for
women
bring
trouble
so
surely
as
the
night
follows
the
day
,
I
put
in
a
hasty
answer
--
"
Thanks
to
thee
,
O
king
,
but
we
white
men
wed
only
with
white
women
like
ourselves
.
Your
maidens
are
fair
,
but
they
are
not
for
us
!
"
The
king
laughed
.
"
It
is
well
.
In
our
land
there
is
a
proverb
which
runs
,
'
Women
's
eyes
are
always
bright
,
whatever
the
colour
,
'
and
another
that
says
,
'
Love
her
who
is
present
,
for
be
sure
she
who
is
absent
is
false
to
thee
;
'
but
perhaps
these
things
are
not
so
in
the
Stars
.
In
a
land
where
men
are
white
all
things
are
possible
.
So
be
it
,
white
men
;
the
girls
will
not
go
begging
!
Welcome
again
;
and
welcome
,
too
,
thou
black
one
;
if
Gagool
here
had
won
her
way
,
thou
wouldst
have
been
stiff
and
cold
by
now
.
It
is
lucky
for
thee
that
thou
too
camest
from
the
Stars
;
ha
!
ha
!
"
"
I
can
kill
thee
before
thou
killest
me
,
O
king
,
"
was
Ignosi
's
calm
answer
,
"
and
thou
shalt
be
stiff
before
my
limbs
cease
to
bend
.
"
Twala
started
.
"
Thou
speakest
boldly
,
boy
,
"
he
replied
angrily
;
"
presume
not
too
far
.
"
"
He
may
well
be
bold
in
whose
lips
are
truth
.
The
truth
is
a
sharp
spear
which
flies
home
and
misses
not
.
It
is
a
message
from
'
the
Stars
,
'
O
king
.
"
Twala
scowled
,
and
his
one
eye
gleamed
fiercely
,
but
he
said
nothing
more
.
"
Let
the
dance
begin
,
"
he
cried
,
and
then
the
flower-crowned
girls
sprang
forward
in
companies
,
singing
a
sweet
song
and
waving
the
delicate
palms
and
white
lilies
.
On
they
danced
,
looking
faint
and
spiritual
in
the
soft
,
sad
light
of
the
risen
moon
;
now
whirling
round
and
round
,
now
meeting
in
mimic
warfare
,
swaying
,
eddying
here
and
there
,
coming
forward
,
falling
back
in
an
ordered
confusion
delightful
to
witness
.
At
last
they
paused
,
and
a
beautiful
young
woman
sprang
out
of
the
ranks
and
began
to
pirouette
in
front
of
us
with
a
grace
and
vigour
which
would
have
put
most
ballet
girls
to
shame
.
At
length
she
retired
exhausted
,
and
another
took
her
place
,
then
another
and
another
,
but
none
of
them
,
either
in
grace
,
skill
,
or
personal
attractions
,
came
up
to
the
first
.
When
the
chosen
girls
had
all
danced
,
the
king
lifted
his
hand
.
"
Which
deem
ye
the
fairest
,
white
men
?
"
he
asked
.
