None can hear us save perhaps the gods." "Then we will risk the gods, Kalubi.

Go on; my brothers know your story." "My lords," he began, rolling his eyes about him like a hunted creature, "I am in a terrible pass.

Once, since I saw you, Dogeetah, I should have visited the White God that dwells in the forest on the mountain yonder, to scatter the sacred seed.

But I feigned to be sick, and Komba, the Kalubi-to-be, 'who has passed the god,' went in my place and returned unharmed.

Now to-morrow, the night of the full moon, as Kalubi, I must visit the god again and once more scatter the seed and--Dogeetah, he will kill me whom he has once bitten.