This interpretation I set out to the others.
Yva knelt before the statue for a little while, bowing her head in prayer, and really I felt inclined to follow her example, though in the end I compromised, as did Bickley, by taking off my hat, which, like the others, I still wore from force of habit, though in this place none were needed.

Only Bastin remained covered.
"Behold the god of my people," said Yva.

"Have you no reverence for it, O Bastin ?" "Not much," he answered, "except as a work of art.

You see I worship Fate's Master.

I might add that your god doesn't seem to have done much for you, Lady Yva, as out of all your greatness there's nothing left but two people and a lot of old walls and caves." At first she was inclined to be angry, for I saw her start.