Mary Makes a Request
Bassalor Danek folded his lean arms, tiny wrinkles puckering about his aged eyes.
"I hear," he said. "The tale of the Eyes-of-Long-Sight is a true tale. . But this thing is another tale. Have you a token to show, so that we may know that it, also, is true?"
In the back of Gray's mind was memory of a token. Something that Mary had mentioned. In his anxiety, he could not recall it.
Thus did Gray miss a golden opportunity. If he had been alone, his natural quickness of thought would have found an answer to the Gur-Khan's question. With the life of the girl he loved at stake, he hesitated.
It was vitally important that Bassalor Danek should believe what Gray had said about the cross. Believing, he would aid them, for he reverenced the cross. Doubting, they would be exposed to the wiles of Wu Fang Chien.
"If I spoke the truth in one thing, O Gur-Khan," he parried, "would I speak lies concerning another?"
"The two things are not the same," put in Timur, logically, "The talisman is precious—like to the gold in the sword-hilt of Gela. Yet what is it to you?"
"It is the sign of our faith. It is the talisman of Christianity."
"I know not the word."
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