Capitolo 13
freely--the whole year You-Kila-Kila round, Your god sits closed above in his
own house among the skeletons of those that he has killed and you/he/she has eaten, or
you walk in his/her walled enclosure, where his/her mature bread-fruit and his
plantains jump--the ministers and he that its members of a tribe have
the datum."
To the sound of the voice of their mystical divinity it attaches him with ferocity, while bending lowers
you still cultivate their foreheads they touched the earth, repeated in choir, to the
applauding of hands, as of the solemn litany: "You-Kila-Kila he/she speaks true.
Our gentleman is merciful. He sends down his/her showers on our crops and
fields. Him cause his/her sun to brightly shine on us. Him ago our pigs
and our slaves produce their increase. You-Kila-Kila it is good. His
people praise him/it."
The god took in before another footstep, the divine mantle of red pens
burning in the sunset on his/her dark shoulders, and once more that smiled
attractive and hateful smile of his. He was being standing near him the door open of his
wattleds systematize, it darkened from the arm of propagation enormous of a gigantic
banyan-tree. Through the door open of the hut was possible to taking
only a momentary look of a terrible sight among. On the rays of the
hotels, and on the branches of the trees behind him, human skeletons, mean
covered with dry meat, suspended in horrible order that their skulls have turned
descending. They was the skeletons of the victims You-Kila-Kila, them
prince, had killed and you/he/she had eaten; they was the trophies of the cannibal one
the hateful bravery of man-god.
You-Kila-Kila it lifted his/her correct hand erect and he/she spoke again. "I am a great
god", he said, slowly. "I am a lot of powerful person. I make the sun to shine, and
the potatoes to grow. I am the spirit of plants. There would be without me
nothing for You all to eat or to drink in Boupari. If I were to grow old and
dies, the sun would be grown weak aloft in the skies; the bread-fruit
trees would wither and they would stop being born on the earth; all the fruits would come