CHAPTER XIX.
DOMESTIC BLISS.
Tu-Kila-Kila went home that day in a very bad humor.

The portent of the bitten finger had seriously disturbed him.

For, strange as it sounds to us, he really believed himself in his own divinity; and the bare thought that the holy soil of earth should be dabbled and wet with the blood of a god gave him no little uneasiness in his own mind on his way homeward.
Besides, what would his people think of it if they found it out?
At all hazards almost, he must strive to conceal this episode of the bite from the men of Boupari.

A god who gets wounded, and, worse still, gets wounded in the very act of trying to break a great taboo laid on by himself in a previous incarnation--such a god undoubtedly lays himself open to the gravest misapprehensions on the part of his worshippers.
Indeed, it was not even certain whether his people, if they knew, would any longer regard him as a god at all.

The devotion of savages is profound, but it is far from personal.