“Ehh! Ehh!”
“But they must be propitiated with the blood of a fat goat.”
“Aie! Aie! But I have no fat goat.”
“If there be no fat goat then will the spirits be wroth with me.”
“Aie-e-e!”
Bakuma sat staring in dismal perplexity.
“No fat goat have I, a girl of the hut thatch! Aie! Aie!”
Marufa fumbled within the loin-cloth and thrust a tiny package along the ground.
“See and know the power of my magic.” Bakuma greedily snatched up the amulet. “Begone!” he whispered, jerking the parcel of beads behind him. “MYalu approaches.”
“Ehh!”