"This is a rare treasure," said Subhanna, touching it gently. "The Rajah is coming soon to his summer palace. There will be a great procession on the river, and hundreds of boats. People will bring him presents. And I shall take him this feasting bowl."
Rhamon sighed and turned to look at an old black gong that hung by the door. From a faraway temple it had come, where once it called the people to their prayers. Rhamon took up the padded stick and struck it. "Boo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-m-m-m-m!" The great sound filled the room and seemed to echo from every wall. The frightened birds on the window-sill spread their wings and flew away to quieter places.
Rhamon climbed after his father up some dark and narrow stairs to still higher rooms. The steps were steep and made of rough stone and earth. On every floor were rooms and rooms filled with old and precious goods, but all of them were grey with dust. Subro wished to see one of the copper bowls.
