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〃Well；〃 said Dwaymenau； fingering the silver bosses of her girdle。
〃Then … is there more to say？〃 The tone was that of the great lady who courteously ends an audience。 〃There is more。 The men brought in the body and in its throat your dagger was sticking。 And my son has told me that your body was a shield to him。 You offered your life for his。 I did not think to thank you … but I thank you。〃 She ended abruptly and still her eyes had never met the Queen's。
〃I accept your thanks。 Yet a mother could do no less。〃
The tone was one of dismissal but still Dwaymenau lingered。
〃The dagger；〃 she said and drew it from her bosom。 On the clear； pointed blade the blood had curdled and dried。 〃I never thought to ask a gift of you； but this dagger is a memorial of my son's danger。 May I keep it？〃
〃As you will。 Here is the sheath。〃 From her girdle she drew it … rough silver； encrusted with rubies from the mountains。
The hand rejected it。
〃Jewels I cannot take； but bare steel is a fitting gift between us two。〃
〃As you will。〃
The Queen spoke compassionately； and Dwaymenau； still with veiled eyes； was gone without fare well。 The empty sheath lay on the seat … a symbol of the sharp…edged hate that had passed out of her life。 She touched the sheath to her lips and； smiling； laid it away。
And the days went by and Dwaymenau came no more before her； and her days were fulfilled with peace。 And now again the Queen ruled in the palace wisely and like a Queen； and this Dwaymenau did not dispute； but what her thoughts were no man could tell。
Then came the end。
One night the city awakened to a wild alarm。 A terrible fleet of war…boats came sweeping along the river thick as locusts … the war fleet of the Lord of Prome。 Battle shouts broke tile peace of the night to horror； axes battered on the outer doors； the roofs of the outer buildings were all aflame。 It was no wonderful incident； but a common one enough of those turbulent days … reprisal by a powerful ruler with raids and hates to avenge on the Lord of the Golden Palace。 It was indeed a right to be gainsaid only by the strong arm； and the strong arm was absent； as for the men of Pagan； if the guard failed and the women's courage sank； they would return to blackened walls； empty chambers and desolation。
At Pagan the guard was small； indeed； for the King's greed of plunder had taken almost every able man with him。 Still； those who were left did what they could； and the women； alert and brave； with but few exceptions； gathered the children and handed such weapons as they could muster to the men； and themselves； taking knives and daggers； helped to defend the inner rooms。
In the farthest； the Queen； having given her commands and encouraged all with brave words； like a wise； prudent princess； sat with her son beside her。 Her duty was now to him。 Loved or unloved； he was still the heir； the root of the House tree。 If all failed； she must make ransom and terms for him； and； if they died； it must be together。 He； with sparkling eyes； gay in the danger； stood by her。 Thus Dwaymenau found them。
She entered quietly and without any display of emotion and stood before the high seat。
〃Great Queen〃 … she used that title for the first time … 〃the leader is Meng Kyinyo of Prome。 There is no mercy。 The end is near。 Our men fall fast； the women are fleeing。 I have come to say this thing： Save the Prince。〃
〃And how？〃 asked the Queen； still seated。 〃I have no power。〃
〃I have sent to Maung Tin； abbot of the Golden Monastery； and he has said this thing。 In the Kyoung across the river he can hide one child among the novices。 Cut his hair swiftly and put upon him this yellow robe。 The time is measured in minutes。〃
Then the Queen perceived； standing by the pillar； a monk of a stern； dark presence； the creature of Dwaymenau。 For an instant she pondered。 Was the woman selling the child to death？ Dwaymenau spoke no word。 Her face was a mask。 A minute that seemed an hour drifted by； and the yelling and shrieks for mercy drew nearer。
〃There will be pursuit；〃 said the Queen。 〃They will slay him on the river。 Better here with me。〃
〃There will be no pursuit。〃 Dwaymenau fixed her strange eyes on the Queen for the first time。
What moved in those eyes？ The Queen could not tell。 But despairing； she rose and went to the silent monk； leading the Prince by the hand。 Swiftly he stripped the child of the silk pasoh of royalty； swiftly he cut the long black tresses knotted on the little head； and upon the slender golden body he set the yellow robe worn by the Lord Himself on earth； and in the small hand he placed the begging…bowl of the Lord。 And now； remote and holy； in the dress that is of all most sacred； the Prince； standing by the monk； turned to his mother and looked with grave eyes upon her； as the child Buddha looked upon his Mother … also a Queen。 But Dwaymenau stood by silent and lent no help as the Queen folded the Prince in her arms and laid his hand in the hand of the monk and saw them pass away among the pillars； she standing still and white。
She turned to her rival。 〃If you have meant truly； I thank you。〃
〃I have meant truly。〃
She turned to go； but the Queen caught her by the hand。
〃Why have you done this？〃 she asked； looking into the strange eyes of the strange woman。
Something like tears gathered in them for a moment； but she brushed them away as she said hurriedly：
〃I was grateful。 You saved my son。 Is it not enough？〃
〃No； not enough！〃 cried the Queen。 〃There is more。 Tell me； for death is upon us。〃
〃His footsteps are near；〃 said the Indian。 〃I will speak。 I love my lord。 In death I will not cheat him。 What you have known is true。 My child is no child of his。 I will not go down to death with a lie upon my lips。 Come and see。〃
Dwaymenau was no more。 Sundari； the Indian woman； awful and calm； led the Queen down the long ball and into her own chamber； where Mindon； the child； slept a drugged sleep。 The Queen felt that she had never known her； she herself seemed diminished in stature as she followed the stately figure； with its still； dark face。 Into this room the enemy were breaking； shouldering their way at the door … a rabble of terrible faces。 Their fury was partly checked when only a sleeping child and two women confronted them； but their leader； a grim and evil… looking man； strode from the huddle。
〃Where is the son of the King？〃 be shouted。 〃Speak； women！ Whose is this boy？〃
Sundari laid her hand upon her son's shoulder。 Not a muscle of her face flickered。
〃This is his son。〃
〃His true son … the son of Maya the Queen？〃
〃His true son； the son of Maya the Queen。〃
〃Not the younger … the mongrel？〃
〃The younger … the mongrel died last week of a fever。〃
Every moment of delay was precious。 Her eyes saw only a monk and a boy fleeing across the wide river。
〃Which is Maya the Queen？〃
〃This；〃 said Sundari。 〃She cannot speak。 It is her son … the Prince。〃
Maya had veiled her face with her hands。 Her brain swam； but she understood the noble lie。 This woman could love。 Their lord would not be left childless。 Thought beat like pulses in her … raced along her veins。 She held her breath and was dumb。
His doubt was assu