'Fire?
For altars, I suppose ?' '_I_ don't know,' said Robert; he was beginning to feel shy, and that always made him rather cross.
'Oh, yes, you do,' Cyril contradicted.

'When people's houses are burnt down the Phoenix gives them new houses.

Father told me; I asked him.' 'The house, then, like the Phoenix, rises from its ashes?
Well have my priests dealt with the sons of men!' 'The sons of men pay, you know,' said Anthea; 'but it's only a little every year.' 'That is to maintain my priests,' said the bird, 'who, in the hour of affliction, heal sorrows and rebuild houses.

Lead on; inquire for the High Priest.

I will not break upon them too suddenly in all my glory.
Noble and honour-deserving are they who make as nought the evil deeds of the lame-footed and unpleasing Hephaestus.' 'I don't know what you're talking about, and I wish you wouldn't muddle us with new names.