"Not so, O king," replied the captain, composing his features and speaking earnestly. "As you know, not all of our engineers have learned to govern wisely the mighty force that gives the fademes life." Bel-Ar nodded. "That is true," he said. "Now what of this engineer of yours?" "Why, he was a careless fellow, and whoof! one day under his hands went engine and fademe. They lie in fragments on the sea-bottom near the great south cape on the way to the ocean named Pacific, and the crew lies with them." "How is it, then, that you stand here to make report?" "My star watched over me, O king. I floated to the surface, alone of all the fademe's crew. On the wreckage of the cabin I floated. I had by me my hamess (mask). I donned it. Later my senses departed me. I was taken up by a ship from the northern world, and was treated with kindness by these whom you see here. Driven by storm, that ship came to the coast of Maeronica, and--" "Enough; I had the rest of the tale from Brunar," interposed Bel-Ar. "But of your mission to the far Pacific? What of that?" questioned Raissa, leaning forward eagerly. Again Oleric smiled, and smiling, drew from his belt a small leather bag. He advanced, and kneeling, handed the bag to the queen. "Oh! Lovely!" she gasped as she poured a part of its contents into her palm--pearls, five score or more of them, as fine as ever came from the ocean bed, she held. One great and lustrous globe of faint rose-pink she seized upon with a cry of delight. She held it out toward the king. "See! Is it not beautiful?" she exclaimed. She turned to the red captain. "You have done well, indeed, good Oleric," she said quickly. "My king shall forgive you for the lost fademe, the losing of which was surely no fault of yours. And these--these be worth many fademes to me." She selected two of the pearls of fair size and goodly sheen and gave them to Oleric. "You did venture your life to get them. Perchance some maid of Adlaz town shall look on you more kindly for the gift," she said. Bel-Ar frowned; then he smiled, too. "Well, Raissa has said it. I must agree, I suppose. I forgive you the fademe," he said, somewhat dryly, while the lords and ladies laughed. "Only sail no more ships at present, captain. Get you to the harbor, and there for a space relieve Atlo as captain of the port. I have need of him at the Kimbrian Wall, where the robbers of Ruthar have grown overbold. "Now, another matter." The king's brow clouded. "Which of these foreigners slew the bull of Shamar? This one surely." He pointed to Minos. "Never saw I such a man." "No, O king, not he," Oleric said. "He is from a far land in the southern snow wastes, which was destroyed by the earth-fires. There he was the king. The other one, the golden-haired man, it was, who slew the bull--to save a child--" "Have done. The reason for the deed avails him not," Bel-Ar broke in. "Have him come hither, that I may judge." * * * * *