He looked at the company of priests; their heart was out of them, they were huddled together like knots of frightened sheep, staring at the corpses of their two companions.

Then he bethought him of Otter.

Surely there was refuge in the god of blood and evil; and he cried to him: "The Mother has spoken, but the Mother is not the child.

Say, O Jal, what is your command ?" Otter made no answer, because he did not understand; but Juanna replied swiftly: "I am the mouth of Jal, as Jal is my hand.

When I speak I speak the words of Jal.