And he told of the flight into Egypt when savage Herod reigned, and of the Jewish maid and her child sleeping beneath the shadow of the great Sphinx, while the shades of the old Afric gods looked on in reverence, Amenalk and Thoth and the moon-horned Io, Isis, and Osiris.

And the painted kings knelt in their pyramids, and out of the sluggish Nile came the strange aquatic population, the torpid crocodiles and monstrous water lizards, and the great hippopotami lumbered to bow before the little Lord of all things...
And he told her how Satan had tempted Him on the lonely, black craigs...
"But you are not listening, little Golden Bells--" "Indeed I am listening, Marco Polo.

Yes, indeed I am.

I love to hear your voice, Marco Polo.

You are so earnest, Marco Polo; there is such a light in your eyes.