Come hither thou," and he beckoned with a bony finger to the chief magician.
The man advanced towards him in short jumps, as a mechanical toy might do, and stood before him, his miniature crate and feathers all awry and the sweat of terror melting the paint in streaks upon his face.
"Look into the eyes of Oro, O worshipper of Oro," said the Sleeper, and he obeyed, his own eyes starting out of his head.
"Receive the curse of Oro," said the Ancient again.

Then followed a terrible spectacle.

The man went raving mad.

He bounded into the air to a height inconceivable.

He threw himself upon the ground and rolled upon the rock.