and to the land where men eat men.'

"'I hope you come back safe, master of the vessel,' she says. 'I hope
you have a good voyage and come back safe. It must be a dreadful
strain on your people to think of you so far away.'

"'In all this wide land,' I tell her, 'there is none to worry about
me. I have neither chick nor child.'

"'Golden Bells will worry about you, then,' she said, 'and you in the
hazards of the sea. And take this flower for luck.' And she gave me
the flower from her hair. 'And let it bring you luck against the
anger of the ocean and the enemies all men have. And let me know
when you are back, because I'll be worried about a man of China and
him in danger on the open sea.'

"And wasn't that a wonderful thing from a daughter of Kubla to me,
a poor sailor-man?

"The son of the King of Siam came to woo her with a hundred princes
on a hundred elephants, but she wouldn't have him. 'I don't wish to
be a queen,' she told her father. 'How could I be a queen? I am
only Golden Bells.' Nor would she have anything to say to the
Prince of the Land of Darkness, who came to her with sea ivory and
pale Arctic gold. 'The sun of China is in my heart, and you wouldn't
have me go up into the great coldness to shiver and die?'

"So she remains in her garden by the lake of Cranes with Li Po,
the great poet, him they call the Drinker of Wine, to make songs
for her; and the SANANG Tung Chih, the great magician, to perform