midnight
Tang-a-Dahit looked at her as one would look at the face of a saint ; and his fingers , tired yet with the swinging of the sword , stroked the white coverlet of her couch gently and abstractedly . Once or twice Cumner 's Son tried to speak , but failed ; and at last all he could say was : `` Thou art good -- thou art good ! '' and then he turned and stole quietly from the room . At midnight they carried the Dakoon to the resting-place of his fathers . A thousand torches gleamed from the Palace gates through the Street of Divers Pities , and along the Path by the Bazaar to the Tomb with the Blue Dome . A hundred hillsmen rode before , and a hundred behind , and between were two thousand soldiers of Mandakan on foot and fifty of the late Dakoon 's body-guard mounted and brilliant in scarlet and gold . Behind the gun-carriage , which bore the body , walked the nephew of the great Dakoon , then came a clear space , and then Pango Dooni , and Cumner , and behind these twenty men of the artillery , at whose head rode McDermot and Cumner 's Son .