Drink, my master, drink.

The Ruler of the Sun in Heaven is thirsty." She lay propped on one elbow, with her face close to his; and offered him, with one brown, irresistible hand, the intoxicating liquor.
Tu-Kila-Kila took the bowl, and drank a second time, for he had drunk of it once with his dinner already.

It was seldom he allowed himself the luxury of a second draught of that very stupefying native intoxicant, for he knew too well the danger of insecurely guarding his sacred tree; but on this particular occasion, as on so many others in the collective life of humanity, "the woman tempted him," and he acted as she told him.

He drank it off deep.

"Ha, ha! that is good!" he cried, smacking his lips.
"That is a drink fit for a god.