"Nay," answered Ama; "you saved my life, and for that my father will spare you.  It is not he whom you have to fear, but Mafuta.  Mafuta hates you, I know, and would willingly `smell you out' if he dared; but the people will not let him; for where would they get any one else to play beautiful music to them if you were to die?  Besides, do you think _I_ would allow any one to hurt you?  My father is the king; no one, not even Mafuta, dare dispute his will; and I have more influence than any one else with the king.  Nay, fear not, Dick, none shall hurt you while I live."