Volume II Part 4 (1/2)
Still wandering a their respective claih, in one way or other, all Mardians bowed to the supre the inferior deities; those supposed to be inters
Some nations sacrificed to one God; so, that their own God was the es were ht the reason
To which, Braid-Beard made answer, that they had been thus defaced by hostile devotees; who quarreling in the great gallery of the Gods, and getting beside theht to pull down, and demolish each other's favorite idols
”But behold,” cried Babbalanja, ”there seee unmutilated How is this, old es of its adversaries, its own ies are in like manner assailed; whence it comes that no idol escapes”
”No more, no more, Braid-Beard,” said Media ”Let us depart, and visit the islet, where the God of all these Gods is enshrined”
CHAPTER VIII They Meet The Pilgriroves, we found the great temple of Oro, Spreader-of-the-Sky, and deity supre this Mardi-renowned ireatpearl- shells on their heads, filled with a burning incense And ranging the chant, a sea of sounds; and the thick smoke of their incense went up to the roof
And now approached Pani and the pilgrims; followed, at a distance, by the willful boy
”Behold great Oro,” said the guide
”We see naught but a cloud,” said the chief Divino
”My ears are stunned by the chanting,” said the blind pilgriuide!” cried Fauna the matron ”Oh Oro!
invisible Oro! I kneel,” slow murmured the sad-eyedincense; and the willful boy, all eagerness to behold the i of attendants was great; and at last he exclaimed, ”Oh Oro! I can not see thee, for the crowd that stands between thee and me”
”Who is this babbler?” cried they with the censers, one and all turning upon the pilgrirind the dust where he stands; and declare himself the vilest creature that crawls So Oro and Al in e to none But I would as lief _adore_ your ie, as that in my heart, for both h I co in his sight; but because he is thus omnipotent, and I a ard rade ourselves, not Oro us Hath not Oro made me? And therefore ahty, but no despot I wonder; I hope; I love; I weep; I have in h to fear, that is not fear; but wholly vile I ae But Oro knows my heart, which I can not speak”
”Impious boy,” cried they with the censers, ”ill offer thee up, before the very ie thou contemnest In the name of Al
”Thus perish the unGodly,” said Pani to the shuddering pilgrims
And they quitted the temple, to journey toward the Peak of Ofo
”My soul bursts!” cried Yoomy ”My lord, my lord, let us save the boy”
”Speak not,” said Media ”His fate is fixed Let Mardi stand”
”Then let us away frorims; for, in these inland vales, the lost one may be found, perhaps at the very base of Ofo”
”Not there; not there;” cried Babbalanja, ”Yillahsince she must have fled”