"H'm! the order is large. I'm afraid we shall have to fill it at some other time;" and Malbrouck smiled a little grimly.
"What! only one moose to take back to the Height of Land, to—" something in the eye of the other stopped him.
"To? Yes, to?" and now the eye had a suggestion of humour.
"To show I'm not a tenderfoot."
"Yes, to show you're not a tenderfoot. I fancy that will be hardly necessary. Oh, you will be up, eh? Well!"
"Well, I'm a tottering imbecile. What's the matter with my legs?—my prophetic soul, it hurts! Oh, I see; that's where the old warrior's hoof caught me sideways. Now, I'll tell you what, I'm going to have another moose to take back to Marigold Lake."
"Oh?"
"Yes. I'm going to take back a young, live moose."
"A significant ambition. For what?—a sacrifice to the gods you have offended in your classic existence?"
"Both. A peace-offering, and a sacrifice to—a goddess."