“I am not an ‘Indian,’ ” he said. “That is a name for a navigation error. Do you want to know what I am, Vanderberg? I am the sun at noonday. I am Hashi of the House of Hashi. I am the prince of this city. And you—you are a shadow in our alleys. You are spittle on our sidewalks. You are a disease on our corn. Begone, little man. Begone before the Red Council finds you. Go far, far away. If you show your face here again it will be the death of you.”
