"Nobody does," said Marco. "We don't know. He said we stood in the dark of the night--without stars--and did not know that the broken chain swung just above us." "I don't believe it!" said The Rat. "It's too big!" Marco did not say whether he believed it or not. He only went on speaking. "My father listened until he felt as if he had stopped breathing. Just at the stillest of the stillness the Buddhist stopped speaking. And there was a rustling of the undergrowth a few yards away, as if something big was pushing its way through--and there was the soft pad of feet. The Buddhist turned his head and my father heard him say softly: 'Come forth, Sister.' "And a huge leopardess with two cubs walked out on to the ledge and came to him and threw herself down with a heavy lunge near his feet." "Your father saw that!" cried out The Rat. "You mean the old fellow knew something that made wild beasts afraid to touch him or any one near him?" "Not afraid. They knew he was their brother, and that he was one with the Law. He had lived so long with the Great Thought that all darkness and fear had left him forever. He had mended the Chain." The Rat had reached deep waters. He leaned forward--his hands burrowing in his hair, his face scowling and twisted, his eyes boring into space. He had climbed to the ledge at the mountain-top; he had seen the luminous immensity of the stars, and he had looked down into the shadows filling the world thousands of feet below. Was there some remote deep in him from whose darkness a slow light was rising? All that Loristan had said he knew must be true. But the rest of it--? Marco got up and came over to him. He looked like his father again. "If the descendant of the Lost Prince is brought back to rule Samavia, he will teach his people the Law of the One. It was for that the holy man taught my father until the dawn came." "Who will--who will teach the Lost Prince--the new King--when he is found?" The Rat cried. "Who will teach him?" "The hermit said my father would. He said he would also teach his son--and that son would teach his son--and he would teach his. And through such as they were, the whole world would come to know the Order and the Law." Never had The Rat looked so strange and fierce a thing. A whole world at peace! No tactics--no battles--no slaughtered heroes--no clash of arms, and fame! It made him feel sick. And yet--something set his chest heaving. "And your father would teach him that--when he was found! So that he could teach his sons. Your father _believes_ in it?" "Yes," Marco answered. He said nothing but "Yes." The Rat threw himself forward on the table, face downward. "Then," he said, "he must make me believe it. He must teach me--if he can." They heard a clumping step upon the staircase, and, when it reached the landing, it stopped at their door. Then there was a solid knock.