We are proud to be taken up and made one with divinity." Tu-Kila-Kila raised in his hand a large stone axe of some polished green material, closely resembling jade, which lay on a block by the door, and tried its edge with his finger, in an abstracted manner.

"Bind him!" he said, quietly, turning round to his votaries.

And the men, each glad to have escaped his own fate, bound their comrade willingly with green ropes of plantain fibre.
"Crown him with flowers!" Tu-Kila-Kila said; and a female attendant, absolved from the terror of the bull-roarer by the god's command, brought forward a great garland of crimson hibiscus, which she flung around the victim's neck and shoulders.
"Lay his head on the sacred stone block of our fathers," Tu-Kila-Kila went on, in an easy tone of command, waving his hand gracefully.

And the men, moving forward, laid their comrade, face downward, on a huge flat block of polished greenstone, which lay like an altar in front of the hut with the mouldering skeletons.
"It is well," Tu-Kila-Kila murmured once more, half aloud.

"You have given me the free-will offering.