"
The Galu shrugged. "The dog is mine," he said. "He came to
me cor-sva-jo, and he is unlike any dog in Caspak, being kind and
docile and yet a killer when aroused. I would not part with him.
I do not know the man of whom you speak."
So this was Du-seen! This was the man from whom Ajor had fled. I
wondered if he knew that she was here. I wondered if they had sent
for me because of her; but after they had commenced to question me,
my mind was relieved; they did not mention Ajor. Their interest
seemed centered upon the strange world from which I had come,
my journey to Caspak and my intentions now that I had arrived. I
answered them frankly as I had nothing to conceal and assured
them that my only wish was to find my friends and return to my own
country. In the Galu Du-seen and his warriors I saw something of
the explanation of the term "golden race" which is applied to them,
for their ornaments and weapons were either wholly of beaten gold
or heavily decorated with the precious metal. They were a very
imposing set of men--tall and straight and handsome. About their
heads were bands of gold like that which Ajor wore, and from their
left shoulders depended the leopard-tails of the Galus. In addition
to the deer-skin tunic which constituted the major portion of their
apparel, each carried a light blanket of barbaric yet beautiful
design--the first evidence of weaving I had seen in Caspak.
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