"What does the god say?"
"He orders to take up our goods and go. He gives us the hunting ground of the dead, beyond the fire mountains."
"And your people fear to obey?"
"No. Your sun god is all-powerful. It is your own people who prevent us. They hold the priest, Baiel, with his followers, imprisoned in the cave by means of your weapons, the brothers-of-the-sun. They tell us it is not the sun god who speaks, but Baiel himself."
"They tell you truly."
"But no man can have so great a voice as that we hear!"
So that was why Baiel had gone back to the Olympus! He had returned to the village with a portable amplifier concealed under his fur cloak. "Baiel is no priest," I told the Chief. "He speaks for no god. The great voice you hear is made by a machine, such a thing as this weapon that we use to slay meat for the tribe."
"You speak knowingly, Seus-man, because you, too, are a priest of the sun. You showed us that much last night. Some of my tribe say you and all your people are not simple priests, but brother gods."
"We are men."
"I have married my daughter to the brother-god of the sun!"