"See," he said, drawing himself up and looking preternaturally wise; "your god is great.

I am sending some of this fire across the sea to where my sun has set, to aid and reinforce it.

That is to keep up the fire of the sun, lest ever at any time it should fade and fail you.

While Tu-Kila-Kila lives the sun will burn bright.

If Tu-Kila-Kila were to die it would be night forever." His votaries, following their god's fore-finger as it pointed, all turned to look in the direction he indicated with blank surprise and astonishment.