Lenerengo, as usual, forgot everything else in the fiercer pleasure of berating her spouse.
The conclusion of the affair was harmless enough.

The children stopped their crying, Lamai retied Jerry with the stick, Lenerengo harangued herself breathless, and Lumai departed with hurt feelings for the canoe house where stags could sleep in peace and Marys pestered not.
That night, in the circle of his fellow stags, Lumai recited his sorrows and told the cause of them--the puppy dog which had come on the _Arangi_.
It chanced that Agno, chief of the devil devil doctors, or high priest, heard the tale, and recollected that he had sent Jerry to the canoe house along with the rest of the captives.

Half an hour later he was having it out with Lamai.

Beyond doubt, the boy had broken the taboos, and privily he told him so, until Lamai trembled and wept and squirmed abjectly at his feet, for the penalty was death.
It was too good an opportunity to get a hold over the boy for Agno to misplay it.

A dead boy was worth nothing to him, but a living boy whose life he carried in his hand would serve him well.