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Updated: June 29, 2025
So was Anapuni's heart white-hot for her, though the colour of his heart was black, as you shall see. We were at a drinking that night Anapuni and I the night that Kahekili died. Anapuni and I were only commoners, as were all of us kanakas and wahines who were at the drinking with the common sailors and whaleship men from before the mast.
That the high priest Eoppo was deciding them, and that she had overheard no less than Anapuni and me chosen as the sacrifices to go the way of Kahekili and his bones and to care for him afterward and for ever in the shadowy other world." "The moepuu, the human sacrifice," Pool commented. "Yet it was nine years since the coming of the missionaries."
"'There is but one moepuu, said the priest Eoppo, looking at me where I sat on the coffin in the bottom of the canoe. Already the chiefs were paddling out through the reef. "'The other has run into hiding, Aimoku answered. 'This one was all we could get. "And then I knew. I knew everything. I was to be sacrificed. Anapuni had been planned for the other sacrifice.
And I began to remember Malia, and to begin to plot a vengeance on Anapuni. And with the blood of life thus freshening in me, my thirst multiplied on itself tenfold and my tongue and mouth and throat seemed as sanded as the tongue of the harpooner. The coffin being overboard, I was sitting in the bottom of the canoe. A coconut rolled between my legs and I closed them on it.
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