The women must make aprons as you show them. I'll
hold a levee of Chiefs tonight and Lodge tomorrow.'
"I was fair run off my legs, but I wasn't such a fool as not to see what a
pull this Craft business gave us. I showed the priests' families how to make
aprons of the degrees, but for Dravot's apron the blue border and marks was
made of turquoise lumps on white hide, not cloth. We took a great square stone
in the temple for the Master's chair, and little stones for the officer's
chairs, and painted the black pavement with white squares, and did what we
could to make things regular.
"At the levee which was held that night on the hillside with big bonfires,
Dravot gives out that him and me were Gods and sons of Alexander, and Passed
Grand Masters in the Craft, and was come to make Kafiristan a country where
every man should eat in peace and drink in quiet, and specially obey us. Then
the Chiefs come round to shake hands, and they were so hairy and white and
fair it was just shaking hands with old friends. We gave them names according
as they was like men we had known in India--Billy Fish, Holly Dilworth, Pikky
Kergan, that was Bazaar-master when I was at Mhow, and so on, and so on.
"The most amazing miracles was at Lodge next night.
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