Also, his dark and glowing eyes shone with a fearful intensity.

In short, he seemed impressive and terrible almost beyond imagining.
He looked about him slowly, then asked in a deep, cold voice, speaking in the Orofenan tongue: "What do you, slaves ?" No one seemed able to answer, they were too horror-stricken at this sudden vision of their fabled god, whose fierce features of wood had become flesh; they only turned to fly.

He waved his thin hand and they came to a standstill, like animals which have reached the end of their tether and are checked by the chains that bind them.

There they stood in all sorts of postures, immovable and looking extremely ridiculous in their paint and feathers, with dread unutterable stamped upon their evil faces.
The Sleeper spoke again: "You would murder as did your forefathers, O children of snakes and hogs fashioned in the shape of men.

You would sacrifice those who dwell in my shadow to satisfy your hate because they are wiser than you.