He had almost a mind--it was only Ula?
Why not break the silence enjoined upon gods toward women, and explain this matter to her?
Not the great secret itself, of course--the secret on which hung the Death and Transmigration of Tu-Kila-Kila--oh, no; not that one.

The savage was far too cunning in his generation to intrust that final terrible Taboo to the ears of a woman.

But the reason why he made all strangers Korong.

A woman might surely be trusted with that--especially Ula.

She was so very handsome.
And she was always so respectful to him.
"Well, the fact of it is," he answered, laying his hand on her neck, that plump brown neck of hers, under the garland of dracaena leaves, and stroking it voluptuously, "the sailing gods who happen upon this island from time to time are made Korong--but hush! it is taboo." He gazed around the hut suspiciously.