But Oro knows my heart, which I can not speak." "Impious boy," cried they with the censers, "we will offer thee up, before the very image thou contemnest.

In the name of Alma, seize him." And they bore him away unresisting.
"Thus perish the ungodly," said Pani to the shuddering pilgrims.
And they quitted the temple, to journey toward the Peak of Ofo.
"My soul bursts!" cried Yoomy.

"My lord, my lord, let us save the boy." "Speak not," said Media.

"His fate is fixed.

Let Mardi stand." "Then let us away from hence, my lord; and join the pilgrims; for, in these inland vales, the lost one may be found, perhaps at the very base of Ofo." "Not there; not there;" cried Babbalanja, "Yillah may have touched these shores; but long since she must have fled.".