I claim each year many drowned victims." "But not so many as me," Tu-Kila-Kila interposed, his hand playing on his knife with a faint air of impatience.
"But not so many as you," the minor god added, in haste, as if to appease his rising anger.

"Fire and Water ever speed to do your bidding." Tu-Kila-Kila stood up, turned toward the distant flame, and waved his hands round and round three times before him.

"Let this be for you all a great taboo," he said, glancing once more toward his awe-struck followers.

"Now the mysteries are over.

Tu-Kila-Kila will sleep.