She was deeply excited and full of eager anxiety.
"Why, what do you want here so early, Ula ?" the Shadow asked, in surprise--for it was indeed she.

"How have you slipped away, as soon as the sun is risen, from the sacred hut of Tu-Kila-Kila ?" Ula's gray eyes flashed angry fire as she answered.

"He has beaten me again," she cried, in revengeful tones; "see the weals on my back! See my arms and shoulders! He has drawn blood from my wounds.

He is the most hateful of gods.

I should love to kill him.