"No, not false to Koan-lo, my husband—only true to my father."
"And you wish me, whom you have injured, to free your father?"
Sie's head dropped lower as she replied:
"I wish to be your slave. I wish to pay with the labor of my hands the debt I owe you and the debt I owe my father. For this I have left my husband."
Koan-lo the First arose, lifted Sie's chin with his hand, and contemplated with earnest eyes her face.
"Your heart is not all bad," he observed. "Sit down and listen. I will not buy you for my slave, for in this country it is against the law to buy a woman for a slave; but I will hire you for five years to be my servant, and for that time you will do my bidding, and after that you will be free. Rest in peace concerning your father."
"May the sun ever shine on you, most gracious master!" cried Sie.
Then Koan-lo the First pointed out to her a hallway leading to a little room, which room he said she could have for her own private use while she remained with him.
Sie thanked him and was leaving his presence when the door was burst open and Koan-lo the Second, looking haggard and wild,
