"A white-faced stranger from the sun know your secret, O great king!" she cried, hiding her face in a square of cloth.

"See me beat my breast! Impossible! Impossible! No one of your subjects would dare to tell him so great a taboo.

It would be rank blasphemy.

If they did, your anger would utterly consume them!" "That is true," Tu-Kila-Kila said, practically, "but I might not discover it.

I am a very great god.