〃Silence your mouth； braying beast；〃 Saffah said finally。
〃Who are you？〃 Obode shouted； after a moment's pause in which； Remo saw； he was stunned by Saffah's beauty。
〃I am Saffah； first princess of the Loni Empire； and I order your silence。〃
〃You order？ You order？ I am General Dada Obode； President of Busati； mander of all this land； and I am the one who orders。〃
〃Perhaps in your brothels and in your pig sty of a capital； but here you can be silent。 We are glad you came； General。〃
〃When I am done；〃 Obode said； 〃Perhaps you will not be so glad。〃
Saffah clapped her hands； three times； sharply。 Slowly； obviously reluctantly； the Loni began to e from their huts； first women and children； and then men。
〃We are glad you came nevertheless；〃 she said smiling； as Loni men drew near Obode and Butler。 〃And you； Butler；〃 she added； 〃you have done well to get the gross beast into our camp。〃
Butler gave a slight bow and Obode's head snapped toward him as if on a rubber band。 Suddenly； so many things made sense。 Butler was his traitor。 Obode roared and lunged with both hands for Butler's throat。 Butler was surprised by the attack and fell back before Obode's weight until Obode； at a signal from Saffah； was pulled away and restrained by six Loni tribesmen。
Chiun and Remo walked slowly down the length of the plaza toward Obode who still glared at Butler。 〃Coward； traitor； Loni dog；〃 Obode spat。 〃Wele to my people； fat pig；〃 Butler said。 〃You have not even the courage of the assassin；〃 Obode said。 〃For you feared to take my life by yourself as you could have many times because I trusted you。 Instead； you waited until you could deliver me into the hands of this flock of sheep。〃
〃Discretion； General； discretion。〃
〃Cowardice；〃 Obode roared。 〃The armies I have known would have shot you like the dog you are。〃
Into the chaos； above the voices； rose the mand of Chiun： 〃Silence。 The Master of Sinanju says stop your tongues of women。〃
Obode turned toward Chiun who now stood directly in front of him and looked him over； as if he had just noticed him for the first time。 The Basuti President towered over the aged Korean by a foot and a half。 His weight was three times Chiun's。
〃And you are the Master of the Loni legend？〃
Chiun nodded。
Obode laughed； tipping his head back to offer his laughter to the sky。 〃Mosquito； stay out of Dada's way before I swat you。〃
Chiun folded his arms and stared at Obode。 Behind Chiun； the square was now packed with people and they were hushed as if listening through thin walls to a family arguing next door。
Remo stood next to Chiun； peering coldly at Obode。 Finally； the President's eyes met his。
Contemptuously； he asked： 〃And you？ Another of the fortune…telling fairies？〃
〃No；〃 Remo said。 〃I'm the chief elephant trainer and jeep repairman around here。 Have a nice walk？〃
Obode began to speak； then stopped； as if realizing for the first time ；that he was the prisoner of an overwhelmingly large number of enemies。 Not as lowest recruit； not as British sergeant major； not as mander in chief of the Busati； but now； for the first time in his long career； he realized that death might be a real possibility。
〃Kill him；〃 Butler said。 〃Let us kill him and end this ancient curse on the Loni。〃
〃Old ant；〃 Obode said to Chiun； 〃since this is your party； I ask that when you kill me you do it like a man。〃
〃Do you deserve the death of a man？〃
〃Yes；〃 Obode said。 〃Because I have always given a man a man's death and I have tried to be fair。 In my day； I wrestled regiments and no man feared to try to beat me because of my rank or station。〃
〃Wrestling is very good for the teaching of humility；〃 Chiun said。 〃It is the weakness of you Hausa that the most developed muscle in your body is your tongue。 e。 I will teach you humility。〃
He walked back into the center of the open plaza； then turned to face Obode again。 Remo came up alongside Chiun。 〃Chiun； he's mine。 We agreed。〃
〃Silence；〃 Chiun ordered。 〃Do you think I would deprive you of your pleasure？ It is written hi the legend what you must do。 You will do that； you will do no more。〃
He called to the Lord holding Obode：
〃Release him。〃
Chiun wore his white ge the shin…length pants and white jacket known hi America as a karate uniform。 The jacket was tied with a white belt； which Remo recognized as an act of humility on Chiun's part。 In the Westernization of the Oriental bat arts； the white belt was the lowest grading。 Black belts were highest and there were various degrees of them。 And then； beyond the black belt； beyond the knowledge of simple experts； there was the red belt； awarded to a handful of men of great courage； wisdom and distinction。 The Master of Sinanju； foremost among the men of the world； was entitled to wear such a belt。 Chiun instead had chosen beginner's white； and； as a beginner would； he wore it tied tightly around his waist。
He stood now in。 front of the fire pit where the continually dampened leaves and branches still steamed and smoldered； and beckoned to Obode。 〃e； one of the great mouth。〃 His arms free suddenly； Obode lunged forward； then slowed down and stopped。 〃This isn't right；〃 he said to Chiun。 〃I'm too big。 How about your friend？ I wrestle him。〃
〃He has no more humility than you。 The Master must teach you；〃 Chiun said grandly。 〃e。 If you can。〃
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Obode moved forward slowly； almost unwillingly； his heavy booted shoes kicking up little puffs of tan dust as he came。
He put a hand up in front of him； gesturing peace to Chiun。 Chiun shook his head。 〃It is said the Hausa are brave and courageous。 Are you the exception to that rule？ e。 I will make the contest more even。〃
From under his sash； Chiun pulled a square of white silk； no more than eighteen niches on a side。 He carefully placed it on the ground in front of him and stepped onto it； his body so light that his bare feet seemed not even to crinkle the cloth。 〃e； loud one；〃 he said。
Obode shrugged； a big heavy moving of his massive shoulders； and then he unbuttoned and stripped off his white uniform shirt。 The sight of his shoulder muscle rippling black and sleek； almost purple under the hot African sun； drew a murmur from the crowd。 And against him was arrayed only poor pathetic old Chiun； eighty years old； never having seen one hundred pounds； but standing； facing Obode； impassive； arms folded； his eyes like fiery hazel coals burning into the big man's face。
Obode tossed his shirt to the ground and Remo picked it up and moved past Obode to the rear of the square where General William Forsythe Butler stood。 Obode kicked off his shoes； he wore no socks。
Remo turned to Butler。 〃Two bucks on the little guy； Willie；〃 he said。
Butler refused to answer。
〃I'll take it easy on you； old man。〃
Obode said that and lunged toward Chiun； Ms powerful arms spread wide。 Chiun stood still； unmoving on his square of silk and let Obode engulf him in the black coils of muscles。 Obode locked his hands behind Chiun's back； then arched his own back to lift Chiun off the ground； snapping as he would if lifting a heavy garbage pail。 But Chiun's feet remained planted on the ground。 Obode lurched again and almost fell backwards as Chiun remained rooted to the spot。
Then Chiun unfolded his arms； with delicate； slow majesty。 He reached forward with both hands and touched two spots on the underside of Obode's arms。 As if torched by electricity； Obode's arms released Chiun and flew wide apart。
He shook his head to clear it from the sudden jolt of nerve pain； then moved forward again toward Chiun； his left hand assorting air in front of him； seeking the classic wrestler's finger lock。
Chiun let Obode's hand approach his shoulder and then the President was flying through the air。 Chiun had not seemed to move。 His hands had not touched Obode； but the shift of Obode's weight was across Chiun's standing line of force； and Obode went somersaulting through the air to land with a thud on his back behind Chiun。
〃Ooooof；〃 he exploded。
Chiun turned slowly on the silken square until he was facing the fallen Obode。 Ripples of laughter went through the Loni men； standing around； as Obode raised himself to a kneeling position；
〃Silence！ Silence！〃 Chiun demanded。 〃Unless there is one among you who would take his place。〃
The noise subsided。 Remo whispered to Butler； 〃Willie； you saved yourself two bucks。〃 Privately； Remo was just a tinge surprised at how easily Chiun was handling Obode。 Not that Obode represented any real danger。 But Chiun was an assassin and how often had he told Remo that an assassin who could not； for some reason； enter bat prepared to kill his opponent was even more defenseless than the average 〃man because the focus of his energy was dissipated and some of it must turn back upon himself。 Yet； Chiun was obviously keeping Obode alive； and it did not seem to pose any special danger for Chiun。 Oh well； Remo thought； that is why there is only one Master of Sinanju。
Obode was now on his feet He turned toward Chiun； a questioning look on his face； and then lurched forward toward him。 The old man stood in place； but when Obode neared him； Chiun shot out a silent swift hand。 It planted itself near Obode's