Mokorongo was himself again. "What is this?" demanded Chiromo.
"The Morena calls you."
"What for?"
"How should I know the Morena's thoughts?"
"Loose my hands or ill-luck will come to you."
Mokorongo said nothing.
"Listen," said Chiromo.
Mokorongo listened and heard the laugh of a hyena.
"That," said Chiromo, "is a spirit."
Mokorongo clutched his paperweight: "It is a beast, and my master's medicine is strong."