It would greatly please them.
They are tired of this Tu-Kila-Kila.

He has held the god in his breast far, far too long.

They would willingly see some other in place of him." Before noon, the young girls of the village, bringing native mats and huge strings of nautilus shells, trooped up to the hut, like bridesmaids, with flowers in their hands, to deck Muriel for her approaching wedding.
Before them they carried quantities of red and brown tappa-cloth and very fine net-work, the dowry to be presented by the royal bride to her divine husband.

Within the hut, they decked out the Queen of the Clouds with garlands of flowers and necklets of shells, in solemn native fashion, bewailing her fate all the time to a measured dirge in their own language.

Muriel could see that their sympathy, though partly conventional, was largely real as well.