“But only if we go outside the taboo-line?” Felix asked, anxiously.
“Only if you go outside the taboo-line,” the Shadow replied, nodding a hasty assent. “Inside it, till your term comes, even Tu-Kila-Kila himself, the very high god, whose meat we all are, dare never hurt you.”
“Till our term comes?” Felix inquired, once more astonished and perplexed. “What do you mean by that, my Shadow?”
But the Shadow was either bound by some superstitious fear, or else incapable of putting himself into Felix’s point of view. “Why, till you are full Korong,” he answered, like one who speaks of some familiar fact, as who should say, till you are forty years old, or, till your beard grows white. “Of course, by and by, you will be full Korong. I cannot help you then; but, till that time comes, I would like to do my best by you. You have been very kind to me. I tell you much. More than this, it would not be lawful for me to mention.”
And that was the most that, by dexterous questioning, Felix could ever manage to get out of his mysterious Shadow.
“At the end of three days we will be safe, though?” he inquired at last, after all other questions failed to produce an answer.
“Oh, yes, at the end of three days the storm will have blown over,” the young man answered, easily. “All will then be well. You may venture out once more. The rain will have dried over all the island. Fire and Water will have no more power over you.”
Felix went back to the hut to inform Muriel of this new peril thus suddenly sprung upon them. Poor Muriel, now almost worn out with endless terrors, received it calmly. “I’m growing accustomed to it all, Felix,” she answered, resignedly. “If only I know that you will keep your promise, and never let me fall alive into these wretches’ hands, I shall feel quite safe. Oh, Felix, do you know when you took me in your arms like that last night, in spite of everything, I felt positively happy.”
About ten o’clock they were suddenly roused by a sound of many natives, coming in quick succession, single file, to the huts, and shouting aloud, “Oh, King of the Rain, oh, Queen of the Clouds, come forth for our vows! Receive your presents!”
Felix went forth to the door to look. With a warning look in his eyes, his Shadow followed him. The natives were now coming up by dozens at a time, bringing with them, in great arm-loads, fallen cocoanuts and breadfruits, and branches of bananas, and large draggled clusters of half-ripe plantains.