THE PIPES OF VICTORY 111

“Then I am very happy,” Kagan murmured sleep-
ily, as the warriors picked him up and bore him
through the forest where the morning sun was pierc-
ing the drifting bands of fog and settling in pools of
gold upon the cool green moss beneath the cedars.
Carefully they bore him along the sun-splashed trail
to the famous village which his courage and his magic
music had saved.

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