As they rose the people around them bowed low to the ground.

Felix could see they were bowing to Muriel and himself, not merely to the chief.

A doubt flitted strangely across his mind for a moment.

What could it all mean?
Did they take the two strangers, then, for supernatural beings?
Had they enrolled them as gods?
If so, it might serve as some little protection for them.
The procession formed again, three and three, three and three, in solemn silence.

Then the chief walked in front of them with measured steps, and Felix and Muriel followed behind, wondering.