"It is as Tu-Kila-Kila wills," he answered, submissively.
Tu-Kila-Kila whistled again, this time twice.

"The King of Water!" he exclaimed, in the same loud tone of command as before.
At the words, a man of about forty, tall and sinewy, clad in a short cape of white albatross feathers, and with a girdle of nautilus shells interspersed with red coral tied around his waist, came forth to the summons.
"The King of Water is here," he said, bending his head, but not his knee, before the greater deity.
"Water," Tu-Kila-Kila said, with half-tipsy solemnity, "you are a god too.

Your power is very great.

But less than mine.

Do, then, as I bid you.