MONAPIKOT’S MESSAGE
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tell him that all is well with me. Bid him not to trouble for me. And so to Obid. Farewell!”
When the Pegan went, David could not tell, for no sound came to him, but when, after a moment, David called softly again, there was no answer.
Comforted, and with much to think on, David stretched himself on his bed. The revelry was dying out, and so the fire, and although the village did not gain its usual quiet that night, but was ever filled with murmurings and movements, the drums ceased before long and the war-chants ended. And David, lighter of heart than in many a day, soon dropped to sleep again.
