"I could sleep more soundly," he said, with a snort, "if I knew what my enemy, the Korong, is doing.

I have set my Eyes to watch him, yet I do not feel secure.

They are not to be trusted.

I shall be happier far when I have killed and eaten him." He passed his hand across his bosom with a reflective air.

You have a great sense of security toward your enemy, no doubt, when you know that he slumbers, well digested, within you.
Ula raised herself on her elbow, and gazed snake-like into his face, "My lord's Eyes are everywhere," she said, reverently, with every mark of respect.