Now I see that you worship the god of Lies, whoever he may be, that god who dwells in the breasts of women and most men, but has no name.

For, Master, it was _you_ who saved _me_ from the lion and not I you, since you cut its throat at the last.

So that debt of mine is still to pay and by the great Grasshopper which we worship in my country, who is much better than all the gods of the Egyptians put together, I swear that I will pay it soon, or mayhap ten thousand years hence.

At the last it shall be paid." "Why do you worship a grasshopper and why is he better than the gods of the Egyptians ?" I asked carelessly, for I was tired and his talk amused me while we rested.
"We worship the Grasshopper, Master, because he jumps with men's spirits from one life to another, or from this world to the next, yes, right through the blue sky.

And he is better than your Egyptian gods because they leave you to find your own way there, and then eat you alive, that is if you have tried to poison people, as of course we have all done.
But, Master, we are fresh again now, so let us be going, for the hour will soon be finished.