It was of rude workmanship with knees bent
up under the chin, but the face, in which little emeralds were set for
eyes, was of a great and solemn dignity.
This image Kari washed before he touched himself with water, bowing to
it the while, and when he saw me observing him, looked upwards to the
sky and said a word that sounded like _Pachacamac_, from which I took
it to be some idol that the poor man worshipped. Lastly, tied about his
middle was a hide bag filled with I knew not what.
Now I found a washball made of oil of olives mixed with beech ash and
showed him the use of it. At first he shrank from this strange thing,
but coming to understand its office, served himself of it readily,
smiling when he saw how well it cleansed his flesh. Further, I fetched
a shirt of silk with a pair of easy shoes and a fur-lined robe that had
belonged to my uncle, also hosen, and showed him how to put them on,
which he learned quickly enough. A comb and a brush that were on the
table he seemed to understand already, for with them he dressed his
tangled hair.
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