All that afternoon we travelled along the magnificent roadway, which trended steadily in a north-westerly direction. Infadoos and Scragga walked with us, but their followers marched about one hundred paces ahead. We are not old enough to remember its making.
None can fashion such roads now, but the king suffers no grass to grow upon it.
I asked, referring to the Egyptian-like sculptures that we had seen. My lord, the hands that made the road wrote the wonderful writings. The country, too, was good, so they settled here and grew strong and powerful, and now our numbers are like the sea sand, and when Twala the king calls up his regiments their plumes cover the plain so far as the eye of man can reach. Add this page to your Bookmarks or Favorites and finish it later. It is the third part of the life of a man since there was a war.