The least that can be said is that he performed his duties scrupulously.
So, then, the red rim of the March sun shouldered up above the rolling jungle as he came into the beaten clay court which fronted the temple.
The lion stalked only at night, rarely appearing in the daytime.

Once a month he was given a bullock, for he kept tiger and leopard away, and the villagers dwelt in peace.

The lion had escaped from Allaha, where the species were kept as an additional sport.

Since he had taken up his abode in the temple there had been fewer thefts from the cattle sheds.
The holy man was about to assume his squatting posture in the center of the court, as usual, when from out of the sarcophagus rose languidly a form, shrouded in white.

The form stretched its lovely arms, white as alabaster, and presently the hands rubbed a pair of sleepy eyes.