Klakee

It was a wild night, and as the hours passed and the fun laughed and roared along, death stirred more restlessly in Klakee-Nah's throat.

The Wit of Porportuk 2010

It was a wild night, and as the hours passed and the fun laughed and roared along, death stirred more restlessly in Klakee-Nah's throat.

The Wit of Porportuk 1910

Klakee-Nah sank back, panting, watching the upturned glasses at the lips of the drinkers, his own lips slightly smiling to the applause.

The Wit of Porportuk 2010

Klakee-Nah sobered and looked at him, then reached for his glass, but could not touch it.

The Wit of Porportuk 2010

Him she remembered -- Klakee-Nah, the head-man of the village, the friend of the missionaries and the traders, a large man thewed like a giant, with kindly eyes and masterful ways, and striding with a consciousness of crude royalty in his carriage.

The Wit of Porportuk 2010

"Then it would seem that you, Porportuk, are a poor business man," Klakee-Nah said slyly.

The Wit of Porportuk 2010

Also, Klakee-Nah ran up a heavy bill at the trading post.

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Place was made for him at Klakee-Nah's side, and a glass placed before him.

The Wit of Porportuk 2010

It was no more than fit that Klakee-Nah should die as he had lived, and none knew this better than El-Soo, with her artist sympathy.

The Wit of Porportuk 2010

Klakee-Nah was an anachronism -- a mediaeval ruin, a fighter and a feaster, happy with wine and song.

The Wit of Porportuk 2010