The two looked at him in amazement. “No, not Allara,” said Tanar, “but Stellara, her daughter. Who are you that you should so quickly recognize the likeness?” “I am Fedol,” said the man, “and Allara was my mate.” “Then this is your daughter, Fedol,” said Tanar. The warrior shook his head, sadly. “No,” he said, “I can believe that she is the daughter of Allara, but her father must have been a Korsar for Allara was stolen from me by the men of Korsar. She is a Korsar and though my heart urges me to accept her as my daughter, the customs of Amiocap forbid. Go your way in peace. If I can protect you I shall, but I cannot accept you, or take you to my village.” Stellara came close to Fedol, her eyes searching the tan skin upon his left shoulder. “You are Fedol,” she said, pointing to the red birthmark upon his skin, “and here is the proof that my mother gave me, transmitted to me through your blood, that I am the daughter of Fedol,” and she turned her left shoulder to him, and there lay upon the white skin a small, round, red mark identical with that upon the left shoulder of the Amiocapian. For a moment Fedol stood spellbound, his eyes fixed upon Stellara’s shoulder and then he took her into his arms and held her closely. “My daughter!” he murmured. “Allara come back to me in the blood of our blood and the flesh of our flesh!” VI THE ISLAND OF LOVE The noonday sun of Pellucidar shone down upon a happy trio as Fedol guided Stellara and Tanar towards the village of Paraht, where he ruled as chief. “Will they receive us there as friends,” asked Stellara, “or will they wish to destroy us as did the men of Lar?” “I am chief,” said Fedol. “Even if they questioned you, they will do as I command, but there will be no question for the proof is beyond dispute and they will accept you as the daughter of Fedol and Allara, as I have accepted you.” “And Tanar?” asked Stellara, “will you protect him, too?” “Your word is sufficient that he is not a Korsar,” replied Fedol. “He may remain with us as long as he wishes.” “What will Zural think of this?” asked Tanar. “He has condemned us to die. Will he not insist that the sentence be carried out?” “Seldom do the villagers of Amiocap war one against the other,” replied Fedol; “but if Zural wishes war he shall have it ere ever I shall give up you or my daughter to the burning stake of Lar.” Great was the rejoicing when the people of Paraht saw their chief, whom they had thought lost to them forever, returning. They clustered about him with glad cries of welcome, which were suddenly stilled by loud shouts of “The Korsars! The Korsars!” as the eyes of some of the people alighted upon Tanar and Stellara. “Who cried ‘Korsars’?” demanded Fedol. “What know you of these people?”