vivors even if your color wins," objected the other.
"They may be brought to reason," insisted Turan.
"And you will chance incurring the wrath of O-Tar, who has no love for this savage barbarian," explained the keeper.
"And I win her O-Tar will be rid of her," said Turan.
The keeper of The Towers of Jetan shook his head. "You are rash," he said. "I would that I might dissuade the friend of my friend O-Zar from such madness."
"Would you favor the friend of O-Zar?" asked Turan.
Gladly!" exclaimed the other. "What may I do for him?"
"Make me chief of the Black and give me for my pieces all slaves from Gathol, for I understand that these be excellent warriors," replied the panthan.
"It is a strange request," said the keeper, "but for my friend O-Zar I would do even more, though of course"―he hesitated―"it is customary for one who would be chief to make some slight payment."
"Certainly," Turan hastened to assure him; "I had not forgotten that. I was about to ask you what the customary amount is."
"For the friend of my friend it shall be nominal,"
