They are wise; they have been initiated.

Much more, then, do I, who am the very high god--who eat human flesh and drink blood like water--who cause the sun to shine and the fruits to grow--without whom the day in heaven would fade and die out, and the foundations of the earth would be shaken like a plantain leaf." Ula laid her soft brown hand soothingly on the great god's arm just above the elbow.

"Tell me," she said, leaning forward toward him, and looking deep into his eyes with those great speaking gray orbs of hers; "tell me, O Sustainer of the Equipoise of Heaven; I know you are great; I know you are mighty; I know you are holy and wise and cruel; but why must you let these sailing gods who come from unknown lands beyond the place where the sun rises or sets--why must you let them so trouble and annoy you?
Why do you not at once eat them up and be done with them?
Is not their flesh sweet?
Is not their blood red?
Are they not a dainty well fit for the banquet of Tu-Kila-Kila ?" The savage looked at her for a moment and hesitated.

A very beautiful woman this Ula, certainly.

Not one of all his wives had larger brown limbs, or whiter teeth, or a deeper respect for his divine nature.