And Jerry, under the consent and encouragement of Agno, wagged his tail to Bashti in a bid for recognition, of prowess, and laughed with his red-dripping jowls and yellow plastered eyes.
Bashti did not rage as he would have done had he been alone.

Before the eyes of his chief priest he disdained to lower himself to such commonness of humanity.

Thus it is always with those in the high places, ever temporising with their natural desires, ever masking their ordinariness under a show of disinterest.

So it was that Bashti displayed no vexation at the disappointment to his appetite.

Agno was a shade less controlled, for he could not quite chase away the eager light in his eyes.