He found it in the heathen fetish which she gave him in her gratitude.

It had been her god.
"I am not sure about the golden leaf, but I think it was the reward of living a wise and honorable life.

The day of his birth it was said that he alone wept, while all around him rejoiced; and he resolved to live so well that at the day of his death he should have no cause for tears, and all around him should mourn.

No, I'll not have you belittling my hero, Tremont.

There was no luck about it whatsoever.