" "A clan," he decided. "All of we men were members
of that clan."
"And," pursued Rolla, "will ye give me the magic stone, that I may take
the flowing blossoms back to my people, and release my loved one from
the masters' cruelty?"
The great question was put! Rolla waited in tremulous anxiety for the
answer.
"Aye, stranger!" replied Somat vigorously. "More; ye shall have some of
the little sticks!"
Whereupon Rolla leaped to her feet and danced in sheer delight. Somat
looked on and marveled. Then, abruptly, he got up and marched away. He
had not seen a woman in thirty years; and he was a man of principle.
That night, when the twelve were again seated at the table, Somat
related this conversation with Rolla. Since he used his own language, of
course she did not understand what was said. "And I told her," he
concluded, "how we came to be here; also the reason for the condition of
things. But I doubt if she understood half what I said. We have quite a
problem before us," he added. "What shall we do about it?"
"You mean this woman?" Deltos asked. Rolla was busy with her food. "It
seems to me, brothers, that Providence has miraculously come to our aid.
If we can handle her people rightly the future of the race is assured.
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