He speaks our language very ill, yet when he was last in liquor he sang a song which told of deeds that he, and he whom they name the Deliverer, had wrought together down in the south, rescuing the goddess Aca from some who had taken her captive.

At least, so I understood that song." "Perhaps you understood it wrong," answered Nam.

"Say, niece, do you still worship this god ?" "I worship the god Jal, but the man, Dweller in the Waters, I hate," she said fiercely.
"Why, how is this?
But two days gone you told me that you loved him, and that there was no such god as this man, and no such man as this god." "That was so, father, but since then he has thrust me aside, saying that I weary him, and courts a handmaid of mine own, and therefore I demand the life of that handmaiden." Nam smiled grimly.

"Perchance you demand the life of the god also ?" "Yes," she replied without hesitation, "I would see him dead if it can be brought about." Again Nam smiled.

"Truly, niece, your temper is that of my sister, your grandmother, who brought three men to sacrifice because she grew jealous of them.