Capitolo 19
it was sure in the hands of a potentate that you/he/she could so visibly strengthen him/it
with red, and white signal! In their amazement and it frightens, they was standing with
their long hair that falls down on their foreheads, and their hands contained
above to their eyes that it is probable that they looks I fix the most distant through the weak one, dark
ocean. The light taken in loan of their bonfire was moving himself/herself/itself slowly moving himself/herself/itself on,
the watery sea. Fire and water were mixing and you/they were mixing on friendly
terms. Impossible! Unbelievable! Marvellous! Miraculous! They prostrated
them in their terror to the feet of You-Kila-Kila. "Oh, great god", them
weeping, in tones fear reverential-struck, the "Your power is too much enormous! I/you/he/she save us, I/you/he/she save us,
save us!"
As for You-Kila-Kila same, he was not surprised at all. Strange as it
you play to us, he believed in his/her heart what he really said. Deeply
convinced of his/her his/her own divinity, and abjectly superstitious as some of his
proper votaries, him completely it accepted as a fact his/her his/her own suggestion that
the light that he has seen was the reflection of what his/her men had made to turn on. The
interpretation that he had put on him perfectly seemed to him a natural and
only one. His/her worshippers, mere men that they was, would be indeed
terrorized to the sight; but because if him, a god had to take some special notice
of him?
He accepted as implicitly as our European nobles his/her his/her own superiority and
rules accept theirs. He didn't have doubts him, and he considered those
who had few better than the criminals.
From and from, a smaller light freed him from slow degrees from the
greater one. The other anchor they were standing, and it arrested him in mean-ocean. The young person
light did as if you/he/she had entered the direction of Boupari. In point of
fact, the gig had put out in search of Felix and Muriel.
You-Kila-Kila it immediately interpreted however, the facts in his/her his/her own way.