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Updated: June 14, 2025
Clearly, it was intended that the Korong should have no chance of escape without the knowledge of the Shadow, who, as Felix afterward learned, would have paid with his own body by a cruel death for the Korong's disappearance. He might as well have tried to escape his own shadow as to escape the one the islanders had tacked on to him.
But for you and Mademoiselle, who are both Korong " He paused significantly. "What happens, then, to those who are Korong?" Felix asked, with a lump in his throat not for himself, but for Muriel. The Frenchman looked at him with a doubtful look. "Monsieur," he said, after a pause, "I hardly know how to break the truth to you properly.
"No harm come to you. You Korong, you know. You very great Taboo. Tu-Kila-Kila send King of Fire and King of Water to make taboo over you, so nobody hurt you." Muriel burst into tears at the sound of her own language from those dusky lips, and exclaimed through her sobs, clinging to the girl's hand for comfort as she spoke, "Why, how did you ever come to speak English? tell me."
The parrot's bite the omen of his own blood that stained the dust of earth Ula's treachery the chance by which the Korong had learned the Great Taboo Felix's accidental or providential success in breaking off the bough the length of time he himself had held the divine honors the probability that the god would by this time begin to prefer a new and stronger representative all these things alike combined to fire the drunk and maddened savage with the energy of despair.
And then, I shall need a new Korong instead of you, O pale-faced one!" Felix looked back at him without moving a muscle. "I am well," he answered shortly, restraining his anger. "The year turns round whether you will or not. You are right that the sun will soon begin to move southward on its path again. But many things may happen to all of us meanwhile. I am not afraid of you."
Tu-Kila-Kila live here. All god here make out of man. Live in man. Korong! What for you say a man can't be a god! You god yourself! White gentleman there, god! Korong, Korong. Chief put you in Heaven, so make you a god. People pray to you now. People bring you presents." "You don't mean to say," Muriel cried, "they bring me these things because they think me a goddess?"
Mali nodded a grave assent. "Same like people give money in church in Queensland," she answered, promptly. "Ask you make rain, make plenty crop, make bread-fruit grow, make banana, make plantain. You Korong now. While your time last, Queenie, people give you plenty of present." "While my time last?" Muriel repeated, with a curious sense of discomfort creeping over her slowly.
But I make my strangers Korong for a very wise reason. You women are fools; you understand nothing; you do not know the mysteries. These things are a great deal too high and too deep for you. You could not comprehend them. But men know well why. They are wise; they have been initiated.
But if the Korong in open fight do sleay the person in whom Too-Keela-Keela dwells, he becometh at once a Too-Keela-Keela himself that is to say, in their tongue, the Lord of Lords, because he hath taken the life of him that preceded him.
All Felix's energies were now devoted to the arduous task of discovering what Korong really meant, and what possibility he might have of saving Muriel from the mysterious fate that seemed to be held in store for them.
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