them. He came facing towards me, and when he saw me he stopped.

"At first I had watched these men with a mere curiosity, but
when I had seen they meant to come to the temple I was moved to
forbid them. I shouted to the officer.

"'You must not come here,' I cried, '_I_ am here. I am
here with my dead.'

"He stared, and then shouted a question back to me in some
unknown tongue.

"I repeated what I had said.

"He shouted again, and I folded my arms and stood still.
Presently he spoke to his men and came forward. He carried a drawn
sword.

"I signed to him to keep away, but he continued to advance.
I told him again very patiently and clearly: 'You must not come
here. These are old temples and I am here with my dead.'

"Presently he was so close I could see his face clearly. It
was a narrow face, with dull gray eyes, and a black moustache. He
had a scar on his upper lip, and he was dirty and unshaven. He
kept shouting unintelligible things, questions, perhaps, at me.

"I know now that he was afraid of me, but at the time that did
not occur to me. As I tried to explain to him, he interrupted me
in imperious tones, bidding me, I suppose, stand aside.