"Cusha is thy slave. Speak."
"There lies heaped beside thee countless treasure—jewels, stones of price, gold and silver coin untold—each ounce of which has been purchased by its weight of human blood. What is so dearly bought should be safely stored and guarded. Perhaps some future day, awearied of the ocean, we may give up our roving life and settle down honest country gentlemen. We shall then need it to buy men's tongues and memories! Now perform the mystic orgies prescribed for such occasions."
The wizard slowly rose to his feet, and walked deliberately three times around the grave, the pirates giving back as he walked in superstitious alarm. The third time he began to chant, in a low key, unintelligibly; but, gradually rising in wildness and distinctness, he, with strange gestures and contortions of form and face, broke forth into the following chant:
"Beelzebub, prince of air! Mortals worship thee."
He elevated his arms as he sung this in an attitude of wild devotion.
"Apollyon, prince of sea! Mortals worship thee."
He stretched his arms towards the sea as he chanted, and a sudden dash and roar of its wares upon the beach rose to the ears of the listeners with an appalling sound.
"Sathanas, prince of earth! Mortals worship thee."
He struck the earth with his foot as he repeated the words, and then, prostrating himself, kissed the ground.