He halted at the outskirts of the city, on a hillock that commanded the main street, and sent for the regent. "Why must I send for you?" he asked. "Why does the king remain in his city when I come? This is shame." "Master," said Sato-Koto, "it is not fitting that a great king should so humble himself." Sanders was neither amused nor angry. He was dealing with a rebellious people, and his own fine feelings were as nothing to the peace of the land. "It would seem that the king has had bad advisers," he reflected aloud, and Sato-Koto shuffled uneasily. "Go, now, and tell the king to come--for I am his friend." The regent departed, but returned again alone. "Lord, he will not come," he said sullenly. "Then I will go to him," said Sanders. King Peter, sitting before his hut, greeted Mr. Commissioner with downcast eyes. Sanders' soldiers, spread in a semi-circle before the hut, kept the rabble at bay. "King," said Sanders--he carried in his hand a rattan cane of familiar shape, and as he spoke he whiffled it in the air, making a little humming noise--"stand up!" "Wherefore?" said Sato-Koto. "That you shall see," said Sanders. The king rose reluctantly, and Sanders grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. Swish! The cane caught him most undesirably, and he sprang into the air with a yell. Swish, swish, swish! Yelling and dancing, throwing out wild hands to ward off the punishment, King Peter blubbered for mercy. "Master!" Sato-Koto, his face distorted with rage, reached for his spear. "Shoot that man if he interferes," said Sanders, without releasing the king. The regent saw the levelled rifles and stepped back hastily. "Now," said Sanders, throwing down the cane, "now we will play a little game." "Wow-wow--oh, ko!" sobbed his majesty. "I go back to the forest," said Sanders. "By and by a messenger shall come to you, saying that the Commissioner is on his way. Do you understand?" "Yi-hi!" sobbed the king. "Then will you go out with your councillors and your old men and await my coming according to custom. Is that clear?" "Ye-es, master," whimpered the boy. "Very good," said Sanders, and withdrew his troops. In half an hour came a grave messenger to the king, and the court went out to the little hill to welcome the white man. This was the beginning of King Peter's education, for thus was he taught obedience. Sanders went into residence in the town of Isisi, and held court. "Sato-Koto," he said on the second day, "do you know the village of Ikan?" "Yes, master; it is two days' journey into the bush." Sanders nodded. "You will take your wives, your children, your servants, and your possessions to the village of Ikan, there to stay until I give you leave to return. The palaver is finished." Next came the chief of the Akasava, very ill at ease. "Lord, if any man says I did you wrong, he lies," said the chief. "Then I am a liar!" said Sanders. "For I say that you are an evil man, full of cunning."