There was a simple majesty about this scheme of redemption which appealed to one side of his nature.

Indeed, Hokosa felt that under certain conditions and in a more limited fashion he would have been capable of attempting as much himself.
Once his reason was satisfied, the rest followed in a natural sequence.
Within three weeks from the hour of his first attendance at the chapel Hokosa was at heart a Christian.
He was a Christian, although as yet he did not confess it; but he was also the most miserable man among the nation of the Sons of Fire.

The iniquities of his past life had become abominable to him; but he had committed them in ignorance, and he understood that they were not beyond forgiveness.

Yet high above them all towered one colossal crime which, as he believed, could never be pardoned to him in this world or the next.

He was the treacherous murderer of the Messenger of God; he was in the very act of silencing the Voice that had proclaimed truth in the dark places of his soul and the dull ears of his countrymen.
The deed was done; no power on earth could save his victim.