"I go to seek her with the wedding gifts early in the morning.

For a week she shall be mine.

And after that--" he lifted his tomahawk and brought it down on a huge block of wood significantly.
Ula smiled once more, that deep, treacherous smile of hers, and showed her white teeth even deeper than ever.

"If my lord, the great god, rises so early to-morrow," she said, sidling up toward him voluptuously, "to seek one more bride for his sacred temple, all the more reason he should take his rest and sleep soundly to-night.

Is he not a god?
Are not his limbs tired?
Does he not need divine silence and slumber ?" Tu-Kila-Kila pouted.