You do, indeed, know all things.
What need for me, then, to tell you, whose eye is the sun, that my brother, the King of the Rain, has been here and gone again?
You know it yourself.

Your eye has looked upon it.

My brother was indeed with me.

He consulted me as to the showers I should need from his clouds for the birds, my subjects." "And where is he gone now ?" Tu-Kila-Kila asked, without attempting to conceal the displeasure in his tone, for he more than half suspected the Frenchman of a sacrilegious and monstrous design of chaffing him.
The King of the Birds bowed low once more.

"Tu-Kila-Kila's glance is keener than my hawk's," he answered, with the accustomed Polynesian imagery.