‘Hail, Chosen of the Gods!’ echoed the rest.
‘Thank you very much, I’m sure,’ said Quentin.
‘And what is this stone?’ asked Blue Mantle, pointing to the stone on which Quentin sat.
And Quentin, anxious to show off his knowledge, said:
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‘I’m not quite sure, but I think it’s the altar stone of Stonehenge.’
‘It is proved,’ said Blue Mantle. ‘Thou art the Chosen of the Gods. Is there anything my Lord needs?’ he added humbly.
‘I … I’m rather hungry,’ said Quentin; ‘it’s a long time since dinner, you know.’
They brought him bread and bananas, and oranges.
‘Take,’ said Blue Mantle, ‘of the fruits of the earth, and specially of this, which gives drink and meat and ointment to man,’ suddenly offering a large cocoa-nut.
Quentin took, with appropriate ‘Thank you’s’ and ‘You’re very kind’s.’