_Jal_ is he named, who is the Snake.

Say, do ye know us now ?" As these words rang on her lips a groan of terror burst from every man who heard them.

Then the aged priest cried aloud: "Down upon your faces, ye Children of the Snake; Worship, all ye People of the Spear, Dwellers in the Mist! Aca, the Queen immortal, has come home again: Jal, the god, has put on the flesh of men.

Olfan, lay down thy kingship, it is his: ye priests, throw wide the temples, they are theirs.

Worship the Mother, do honour to the god!" The multitude heard and prostrated themselves like a single man, every one of them crying in a shout of thunder: "Aca, the Queen of life, has come; Jal, the doom-god, has put on flesh.
Worship the Mother, do honour to the god!" It was as though the army had suddenly been smitten with death, and of the hundreds there, Juanna and Otter alone were left standing.