Both were decorated in the same manner; the carving on the idol exactly corresponding with the tattooing of the king.
Presently, the silence was relieved by a commotion without: and a butler approached, staggering under an immense wooden trencher; which, with profound genuflexions, he deposited upon the altar before us.

The tray was loaded like any harvest wain; heaped up with good things sundry and divers: Bread-fruit, and cocoanuts, and plantains, and guavas; all pleasant to the eye, and furnishing good earnest of something equally pleasant to the palate.
Transported at the sight of these viands, after so long an estrangement from full indulgence in things green, I was forthwith proceeding to help Yillah and myself, when, like lightning, a most unwelcome query obtruded.

Did deities dine?
Then also recurred what Media had declared about my shrine in Odo.

Was this it?
Self- sacrilegious demigod that I was, was I going to gluttonize on the very offerings, laid before me in my own sacred fane?
Give heed to thy ways, oh Taji, lest thou stumble and be lost.
But hereupon, what saw we, but his cool majesty of Odo tranquilly proceeding to lunch in the temple?
How now?
Was Media too a god?
Egad, it must be so.

Else, why his image here in the fane, and the original so entirely at his ease, with legs full cosily tucked away under the very altar itself.