The first was the curse of Heaven by storm or drought, which has fallen upon you.

The second was the curse of famine, which is falling upon you; and the third was the curse of war, which is yet to fall on you." "It is of war that we come to speak," replied the messenger, diplomatically avoiding the other two topics which perhaps he found it awkward to discuss.
"That is foolish of you," replied the bland Harut, "seeing that the other day you matched yourselves against us with but small success.

Many of you were killed but only a very few of us, and the white lord whom you took captive escaped out of your hands and from the tusks of Jana who, I think, now lacks an eye.

If he is a god, how comes it that he lacks an eye and could not kill an unarmed white man ?" "Let Jana answer for himself, as he will do ere long, O Harut.
Meanwhile, these are the words of Jana spoken through the mouth of Simba the King: The Child has destroyed my harvest and therefore I demand this of the people of the Child--that they give me three-fourths of their harvest, reaping the same and delivering it on the south bank of the River Tava.

That they give me the two white lords to be sacrificed to me.