Capitolo 47
you cross the white line of coral-sand that has surrounded the huts; they placed
down their presents, with many he/she greets, on the earth out, and then
expected with an it mean-frightened, mean-reverent air for one or other of the
two Shades to go out and to recover them. Hardly the baskets were
brought well inside the marked line, the young girls exhibited every signal
like, and calling to tall voice, "Korong! Korong!"--that mysterious
Polynesian word of which the importation Felix was ignorant--they retired once
more from tortuous runs through the surrounding jungle.
"Because they bring us present?" Felix finally asked of his/her Shade, later
this curious pantomime had been finished of the three or four times. "It is
theirs that always goes to care in such abundance?"
The shade looked again at him with an air of considerable surprise. "Them
hands present, clearly" that he has said, in his/her his/her own language "because they is
badly in pluvius lack. We have had a lot of drought you delay than in Boupari; us
water of sky need. The banana-bush they wither; the flowers on the
tree of bread-fruit doesn't inflate to breadfruit; the potatoes are thirsty.
Therefore his/her fathers send their daughters with present, young girl of the
villages, all the proper girls for the marriage, to ask rain. But they wants
always provides for you, and you also involve however for the Regina,; for
You are both the Korongs. You/he/she has said You-Kila-Kila so, and Sky has accepted
You."
"What does it intend from Korong?" Felix asked, with some trepidation.
The shade looked back only at him with a kind of white surprise that
someone should be ignorant of so simple a conception. "Because, Korong is
Korong", he responded, petrified. "You are Korong Lei. The Regina of the
Clouds are Korong, also. You are both the Korongs; that's why all of them treats
You with such respect and reverence."
And that was as much as Felix you/he/she could arouse from his/her thinner questions from