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〃Ah； sir；〃 pleaded Marco Polo； 〃it's terrible to think of； as great a prince as you to be in the black spaces outside of heaven because you wouldn't accept the truth。〃
〃Well； maybe they won't be so hard on one； my dear lad。 When my time comes and I rap on the gate of your heaven； maybe they'll say： 'It's only old Kubla； the soldier； is in it。 He knows devil and all about religion； but his fights were fair fights； and he never hit a man when he was down。 He had a soft heart for wee children and he was easy on horses。 Sure； what's the difference？ Let him in！' And if they say no； I'll tuck the old nicked claymore under my arm； and be off to where the other old fighters are。〃
〃I see； sir； that there was little success to my message。〃
〃I wouldn't say that；〃 said Kubla Khan。 〃Wait a little until you perform miracles before the people to prove your truth。 You'll know better then。〃
〃Ah； sir；〃 said Marco Polo； 〃I can perform no miracles。 'Tis only a saint can perform miracles； and I couldn't lace a saint's shoes。 I have no miracles。〃
〃Oh； well； now； my dear boy；〃 said Kubla Khan； 〃I hate to tell you； but there's no use going further。 Sure you'd be up against the sorcerers of the world。 They'd ask you for a sign； and you'd have no sign； and they'd have signs in abundance。 I wouldn't think of letting you go against them。 Fair play's a jewel； and you wouldn't have a chance。 There's the Red Pope from Tibet and there's the Black Magician from Korea and a hundred minor ones； and the Warlock of the North； from the Islands of Ice； who governs the hail and the snow。 Child； I wouldn't let you get into the same ring with them。 They'd ruin you。〃
〃But； sir； wasn't it a great miracle of the Lord's； my rescue in the Gobi Desert？〃
〃A miracle of the Lord's！ A miracle of Golden Bells here。 It was her magician saw you； and she had the message put on the drums； and the desert patrols went to seek you。 It was herself here； wee Golden Bells。〃 And Golden Bells' mouth gave a smile of shame that his thought should be broken in his mind。
〃A long way I'm after coming；〃 said Marco Polo； 〃and when I set out my heart was high。〃
〃Now； don't be taking it too hard；〃 says the khan； kindly。 〃Sure； there's a power of good you can be doing here。 Maybe you can do something with Li Po；〃 says he。 〃I'd like fine for you to try。 The man is worrying the life out of me with his drinking。 I never know when he goes out whether he'll come back all right or feet foremost on a door。 For he's got the bitter tongue when the drink's in him； and China could ill afford to lose him。 And there are some of my captains； and the tune they're always piping is 'War！ War！ War！ And let's show up this Alexander who said he conquered the world。' And I'm past the age when you make war for devilment。 So let you be helping me out with them； Marco Polo。〃
But Marco Polo knew this was only meant in kindness； and his heart was broken。
〃Ah； wee lady；〃 he turned to Golden Bells； 〃wee lady； wee lady； why didn't you let me die in the desert？ Why didn't I die？〃
〃And why should you die； Marco Polo？〃 Her low； sweet voice rang in the heart of him。 〃Didn't you come here to give your message？ And to make converts？ And didn't I hear your message？ And am n't I your convert； Marco Polo？〃
CHAPTER XVI
And now the place of Li Po was usurped； and gone Sanang with his magic glass； and in the jasmine garden by the Lake of Cranes Marco Polo sat and instructed Golden Bells。 。 。
CHAPTER XVII
And he told of the flight into Egypt when savage Herod reigned； and of the Jewish maid and her child sleeping beneath the shadow of the great Sphinx； while the shades of the old Afric gods looked on in reverence； Amenalk and Thoth and the moon…horned Io； Isis； and Osiris。 And the painted kings knelt in their pyramids； and out of the sluggish Nile came the strange aquatic population； the torpid crocodiles and monstrous water lizards； and the great hippopotami lumbered to bow before the little Lord of all things。 。 。
And he told her how Satan had tempted Him on the lonely； black craigs。 。 。
〃But you are not listening； little Golden Bells 〃
〃Indeed I am listening； Marco Polo。 Yes； indeed I am。 I love to hear your voice； Marco Polo。 You are so earnest； Marco Polo； there is such a light in your eyes。 Listen； Marco Polo； Li Po once wrote a poem； 'White Gleam the Gulls；' and it is the poem by which he is best known； and every time I hear it there is an echo in my heart。 But； Marco Polo； I never listened to Li Po's song so eagerly as I am listening to your voice。〃
〃But you are not taking it in； little Golden Bells。〃
〃It is very hard to take in； Marco Polo。 It happened so long ago。 It is hard to think of a tragedy in a strange country； and we in this garden on the second moon of spring。 And it was so very long ago。 Do you hear the bees； Marco Polo the bees among the almond…blossoms？ And see the blue heron by the lotus flowers？ And do you see the little tortoise； Marco Polo； and he sunning himself on a leaf？ If I throw a pebble； Marco Polo； he will dive； and he is such a clumsy diver； Marco Polo！〃
〃But you must listen； Golden Bells； and believe me。〃
〃I do believe； Marco Polo； I honestly do。 Don't you know I believe you？ Anything you say； Marco Polo； I believe。 You wouldn't be coming all the way over the world to be telling me a lie。 Of course I believe。〃
〃And doesn't it make you happy； Golden Bells？〃
〃Once I was unhappy； Marco Polo。 I used sit here； and on my lute I used play the 'Song of the Willow Branches；' which is the saddest song in the world。 Under the moon I used be lonely； and the droning of the bees meant nothing to me； and now it is a sweet brave song。 I cannot play 'Willow Branches' any more； so alien is sadness to me。 And the moon smiles。 I am very happy； Marco Polo。〃
〃It is the True Religion； little Golden Bells； that makes you happy。〃
〃Is it； Marco Polo？ Is it？ It must be； I suppose。 I don't know what it is； but I am very happy。〃
CHAPTER XVIII
And he told her of Paul； who had seen a vision and gone preaching through； the world； who was persecuted； who was shipwrecked； who was bitten by a viper； and who survived everything that he might preach the Lord Jesus。 He was a fierce； ragged man with burning eyes。 。 。 And he told her of Paul's instructions to women。 。 。
〃You do not look at me when you speak； Marco Polo。 Only your voice comes to me； not your eyes。 Is it because of Paul？〃
And Marco Polo felt great trouble on him； because he could not explain。 But Golden Bells went on：
〃There is little in your faith about women； Marco Polo。 Is it a faith only for men； then？ Is it against women？ Must the young men not look at the young women？〃
〃No； Golden Bells； the young men must not look too much on the young women。〃
〃But that is very foolish； Marco Polo。 Is it wrong to see the beauty of the almond blossoms； wrong to taste the scented wind？ Is it wrong to watch the kingfisher seeking his nest？ Is it wrong to watch the moon； the stars？ All these are very beautiful； Marco Polo； so beautiful as to make me cry。 Is it wrong to watch them？〃
〃It is not wrong； Golden Bells。