"It really doesn't seem fair," said Jack, with an injured air. "Waking or sleeping, my friend has been a dreamer all his life; when we met with Monella we found he was one of the same sort; so those two were on terms immediately; but I--I am out of it all. Never had a dream in my life worth remembering. Not only that, but--as it now seems--I can't even get into other people's. I put it to you, Princess, am I not a little hardly done by?" Thus they laughed and chatted, and time passed on, and still Monella and the king were closeted together. It was more than an hour--nearer two--before the king returned; and then alone. "My friends," he said, "the audience is at an end. Affairs of state demand my earnest thought, and I must now dismiss you. But," beckoning the two young men to him, and taking in his own a hand of each, "once more let me commend these strangers to your care and friendship. They have rendered me to-day a service that is beyond price, and in rendering it to me, they have rendered it to us all. More I need not say, except to charge you to make their stay with us a pleasant one." He withdrew, and, with his absence, the crowd began to thin; only those belonging to the court remaining. And now Ulama spoke. "I shall hand you over to my good friends here," she said. "Doubtless you will wish to make a change in your apparel and----" "Unfortunately we brought no change with us," said Jack. "They will bring you a choice of vestments," she answered, laughing. "You will surely find something to your taste." She bowed courteously, and went out, followed by Zonella and her attendants. They were now taken in charge by the high chamberlain, whom they already knew by name--Colenna. He, in turn, handed them over to his son Kalaima, a bright-eyed, fair, talkative young fellow with whom they quickly found themselves on pleasant terms. He conducted them to a suite of chambers which would be, he said, reserved to them. They found there various suits which he laid out for their selection, instructing them, with much good humour, in the way in which they should be worn. These were, so he told them, the distinctive dresses of a noble of high degree; and were presents from the king as a mark of his special favour. Elwood laughed at Jack's expression while he turned over the various articles after Kalaima had left them to themselves, examining in turn the white tunic of finest silk embroidered with strange devices, the cap with jewelled plume, the heavy belt of solid gold, and the short sword and dagger; all ornamented with precious stones of greater value than they could estimate. "Are you really going to deck yourself out in these things, Leonard?" he asked, with a rueful look. "Am I expected to do so too? Great Scott! What would our friends in Georgetown say if they could see us masquerading in this toggery?"