KAI LUNG'S GOLDEN HOURS
essential to the requirements of the moment than anything he was saying, "Shan Tien is by no means indisposed towards your cause. Your unassuming attitude and deep research have enlarged your wisdom in his eyes. To-morrow he will send for you to lean upon your well-stored mind."
"Is the emergency one for which any special preparation is required?" questioned Kai Lung.
"That is the message of my warning. Of late a company of grateful friends has given to the Mandarin an inlaid coffin to mark the sense of their indebtedness, the critical nature of the times rendering the gift peculiarly appropriate. Thus provided, Shan Tien has cast his eyes around to secure a burial robe worthy of the casket. The merchants proffer many, each endowed with all the qualities, but meanwhile doubts arise, and now Shan Tien would turn to you to learn what is the true and ancient essential of the garment, and wherein its virtue should reside."
"The call will not find me inept," replied Kai Lung. "The story of Wang Ho"
"It is enough," exclaimed the maiden warningly. "The time for wandering together in the garden of the imagination has not yet arrived. Ming-shu's feet are on a journey, it is true, but his eyes are doubtless left behind. Until a like hour to-morrow gladdens our expectant gaze, farewell!"
On the following day, at about the stroke of the usual court, Li-loe approached Kai Lung with a grievous look.
"Alas, manlet," he exclaimed, "here is one direct from the presence of our high commander, requiring you against his thumb-signed bond. Go you must,
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