Capitolo 17
distorted strongly with reverential fear for the man-god. When she was finally standing
in front of the dreaded of You-Kila-Kila affronts, her flung her on the earth in a
the agony of fear.
"Oh, the mercy, great God!" she cried, in a weak voice. "I have sinned, me
you/he/she has sinned. The mercy, mercy!"
You-Kila-Kila smiled as before, a smile of the imperial pride. Any ray of the pity
sparkled by that steel-grey eyes. "You-Kila-Kila show the mercy?" him
asked, in a mocking voice. "Does it forgive his/her suppliants? Ago him
do you forgive transgressions? Is it not a god, and must not its anger have appeased?
You, being a woman and not a wife sealed to You-Kila-Kila, you/he/she has challenged to
you repute away from his/her sacred house. You has spied the mysteries.
Therefore she has to die. My people, tie her/it."
In a second, without more ados, while the trembling and poor girl twisted him and
groaned in his/her agony in front of their eyes that attack rioting of wild it attaches with ferocity impediment,
you loosen to torture and to kill, falls on her with horrendous cries and border
his/her, as they had tied first their comrade, with native ropes and common of
fiber of twisted plantain.
"Placed his/her head on the stone", it said You-Kila-Kila, severely. And his/her votaries
respects him/it.
"It now turns on the sacred fire to make our party, before I kill the victims,"
it said the god, in a voice that exults, racing again his/her finger along the
edge of his/her enormous ax.
As he spoke, two men, holding in their hands bamboo cable with carbons of
fire concealed among, what they held power on in the meantime waving them on
and down quickly in the air, it placed these primitive matches at the base of
a great pyramidal pole of wood and palm-leaves, ready it prepared in advance
in the enclosure of the temple. In a second, the dry fuel, taking the sparks
immediately, burnt above to sky with a wild burst of flame. Big red
languages of fire licked on the mass that mildews of leaves and twigs, and