One bullock a month is better than fire, together with the kids and the children.
Ai!" More dust.
Naturally the villagers set down their water skins and jars and copper vessels and flocked about this exceptional holy man.

They wanted to believe him, but for years nothing had happened but the advent of the lion, whence no one exactly knew, though the holy man had not been backward in claiming it was due to his nearness to the god Vishnu.
They followed him eagerly to the temple.

What they beheld transfixed them.

A woman with skin like the petals of the lotus and hair like corn sat in the sacred sarcophagus and braided her hair, gazing the while toward the bright sun.
The intake of many breaths produced a sound.

Kathlyn turned instantly toward this sound, for a moment expecting the return of the lion.
Immediately holy man and villagers threw themselves upon the ground, striking their foreheads against the damp clay.