"Now, Mohi, who art thou?" said Yoomy, nodding his bird-of-paradise
plume.

"The sole witness, it seems, in this case."

"Try again minstrel," cried Babbalanja.

"Then, what art thou, Mohi?"

"Even what thou art, Yoomy."

"He is too sharp or too blunt for us all," cried King Media. "His
devil is even more subtle than yours, Babbalanja. Let him go."

"Shall I adjourn the court then, my lord?" said Babbalanja.

"Ay."

"Oyez! Oyez! Oyez! All mortals having business at this court, know ye,
that it is adjourned till sundown of the day, which hath no to-
morrow."



CHAPTER XXXIII
Wherein Babbalanja And Yoomy Embrace


"How the isles grow and multiply around us!" cried Babbalanja, as