aves, and
sarcastically bitter to the bruised and discomfited Tifum Byah.

Katalambula was angry also with Kalulu; but the latter, though forward
enough when Ferodia, of whom he was intensely jealous, was concerned,
knew the ways of the old man well; and, unmindful of his frowns, he went
up and embraced him, and accompanied him towards his house.

"Oh, my uncle, and father!" cried Kalulu, "why dost thou not say a kind
word to my white brother? Is he not a handsome brother? Look at his
eyes; they are like the young kalulu when it looks at the hunter in
fear. Speak to him, ah, do. Think of that horrid Tifum Byah beating
him! I am so sorry I did not drive an arrow through him. He is a
wicked man, verily, and is properly named Byah. He would cut my head
off readily if Ferodia commanded him."

"And thou art the new brother of my boy Kalulu, art thou, pale-faced
boy?" asked Katalambula, stopping in front of Selim.

"Kalulu has been very good to me," said Selim, looking up gratefully
towards that youth. "He has been pleased to call me his brother."

"Yes," said Katalambula. "Kalulu is a good boy--a good boy--he loves
the old King, too. I believe he has a kind heart for those he loves,
but he is hot, hot as fire, when anybody crosses him. Take care he does
not kill and eat you," he added, smiling, and passing on towards his
house.

"But, father," said Kalulu in a whisper, "thou seest he is naked, except
that rag. He is the son of an Arab chief, and is not accustomed to our
ways. Thou art rich in cloth. Canst thou not give him something to
cover his nakedness?"

"What need he cover his nakedness, boy? He looks fair and clean enough
without anything. He is not a girl. I am sure if I had a white skin I
would rather be naked to show it," chuckled the old man, looking at
Selim.

"But, father, he has told me himself that he feels ashamed of being
without cloth. His people never go out unless they are covered from
head to foot. It is against their custom, and there is a book written
by the Sky-spirit, which tells them not to be without clothes."

"Well, well, do as thou wilt. Give him four doti (sixteen yards), and
let him cover himself from head to foot if he wants to, though I think
it all folly, all nonsense."

"Thou art good, very good, father," cried the delighted Kalulu, leaping
about the old man.

"Ah, yes, I know I am good," replied Katalambula, "especially when I let
thee have thy own way. T