If Quilla would but come and love me,
I'd take my chance of Yuti whom as a Christian I defy."
Kari shuddered at this blasphemy, then having once more scanned that
silver pathway on the waters, but without avail for the great fish
or drifting tree or whatever he had seen, was gone, prayed after his
fashion at night, to Pachacamac, Spirit of the Universe, or to the Sun
his servant, god of the world, I know not which, and rolling himself in
his rug of skins, crept into our little hut to sleep.
But as yet I did not sleep, for though Kari hated both, this talk of
love and women had stirred my blood and made me wakeful. So I took a
rough comb that I had fashioned from the shell of a turtle, and dragged
it through my long fair beard, which, growing fast, now hung down far
upon my breast, and through the curling hair that lay upon my shoulders,
for I had become as other wild men are, and sang to myself there by the
little fire which we kept burning day and night and tried to think of
happy things that never should I know again.
At length the fit passed and I grew weary and laid myself down by the
fire, for the night being so fine and warm I would not go into the hut,
and there sleep found me.
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