It was, although he fought against admitting it, very like Sarida.
And because what he was seeing perturbed him, he said almost roughly,
“I presume you are expecting me to take a photograph of this?”
“I certainly think you should take the King,” Sarida replied.
The Duke was frowning as he went back to bring his camera.
Was he dreaming? Was he being tricked?
How was it possible that he should come to Java and find a replica of himself and beside it one of the girl now living many centuries after the original sculpture had been made?
It flashed through his mind that perhaps somebody was deceiving him.
Perhaps it was all an absurd hoax thought up by the Sultan to draw attention to what was happening in Jogyakarta.
Then he knew that it was impossible.
However much he might fight agai
