He is buried on land near no river.
Therefore I will go to a bronze god of earth, very holy, having the soil in his care and the things of earth. I will take unto him the greater pieces of gold due up to the year when the white traveller died, and will melt them in fire at his feet by night on the mountains, saying, " O, Lruru-onn (this is his name) take this by the way of earth to the grave of Hinnard.” And so I shall be free of my debt before all gods.
But not before me. I am English. And we are greater than gods.
What’s that, Johnny?
He won’t pay, but I told him we’re English and that they’re greater than all his bronze gods.
That’s right, Johnny.
[Hussein looks fiercely at Archie. He sees ARCHIE’s hat lying before a big idol. He points at the hat and looks in the face of the idol.]
Hussein [to the idol]
[He bows. Exit.]
What’s that he’s saying?
John Beal [meditatively]
He won’t pay, oh?
No, not to Miss Miralda.
To one of his gods.
That won’t do.
What’ll we do?
I don’t quite know. It isn’t as if
we were in
No, it isn’t.
If we were in England . . .
I know; if we were in England you could call a policeman. I tell you what it is, Johnny.
I tell you what; you want to see more of Miss Clement.