More, in a clear and resonant voice which reached us even across that great space, he put up his prayer.

It ran something as follows, for although I did not understand the language in which he spoke Yva translated it to me in a whisper: "God of the Sons of Wisdom, God of the whole earth, only God to whom must bow every other Power and Dominion, to thee I, Oro the Great King, make prayer and offer sacrifice.

Twenty times ten thousand years and more have gone by since I, Oro, visited this, thy temple and knelt before this, thy living effigy, yet thou, ruler of the world, dost remember the prayer I made and the sacrifice I offered.

The prayer was for triumph over my enemies and the sacrifice a promise of the lives of half of those who in that day dwelt upon the earth.

Thou heardest the prayer, thou didst bow thy head and accept the sacrifice.