The men who had wounded Felix, in particular, now came daily in the morning with exceptional gifts of fish, fruit, and flowers; they would bring a crab from the sea, or a joint of turtle-meat.

"Forgive us, O king," they cried, prostrating themselves humbly.

"We did not mean to hurt you; we thought your time had really come.

You are a Korong.

We would not offend you.