I’d not give room for an Emperor— I’d hold my road for a King. To the Triple Crown I’d not bow down— But this is a different thing! I’ll not fight with the Powers of Air— Sentries pass him through! Drawbridge let fall—He’s the Lord of us all— The Dreamer whose dream came true!

The Siege of the Fairies.

Two hundred miles north of Chini, on the blue shale of Ladakh, lies Yankling Sahib, the merry-minded man, spy-glassing wrathfully across the ridges for some sign of his pet tracker—a man from Ao-chung. But that renegade, with a new Mannlicher rifle and two