As they disappeared, Bashti expounded his idea.  If men planted banana trees, it ran, what they would get would be bananas.  If they planted yams, yams would be produced, not sweet potatoes or plantains, but yams, nothing but yams.  The same with dogs.  Since all black men’s dogs were cowards, all the breeding of all black men’s dogs would produce cowards.  White men’s dogs were courageous fighters.  When they were bred they produced courageous fighters.  Very well, and to the conclusion, namely, here was a white man’s dog in their possession.  The height of foolishness would be to eat it and to destroy for all time the courage that resided in it.  The wise thing to do was to regard it as a seed dog, to keep it alive, so that in the coming generations of Somo dogs its courage would be repeated over and over and spread until all Somo dogs would be strong and brave.

Further, Bashti commanded his chief devil devil doctor to take charge of Jerry and guard him well.  Also, he sent his word forth to all the tribe that Jerry was taboo.  No man, woman, or child was to throw spear or stone at him, strike him with club or tomahawk, or hurt him in any way.

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Thenceforth, and until Jerry himself violated one of the greatest of taboos, he had a happy time in Agno’s gloomy grass house.  For Bashti, unlike most chiefs, ruled his devil devil doctors with an iron hand.  Other chiefs, even Nau-hau of Langa-Langa, were ruled by their devil devil doctors.  For that matter, the population of Somo believed that Bashti was so ruled.  But the Somo folk did not know what went on behind the scenes, when Bashti, a sheer infidel, talked alone now with one doctor and now with another.

In these private talks he demonstrated that he knew their game as well as they did, and that he was no slave to the dark superstitions and gross impostures with which they kept the people in submission.  Also, he exposited the theory, as ancient as priests and rulers, that priests and rulers must work together in the orderly governance of the people.  He was content that the people should believe that the gods, and the priests who were the mouth-pieces of the gods, had the last word, but he would have the priests know that in private the last word was his.  Little as they believed in their trickery, he told them, he believed less.

He knew taboo, and the truth behind taboo.  He explained his personal taboos, and how they came to be.  Never must he eat clam-meat, he told Agno.  It was so selected by himself because he did not like clam-meat.  It was old Nino, high priest before Agno, with an ear open to the voice of the shark-god, who had so laid the taboo.  But, he, Bashti, had privily commanded Nino to lay the taboo against clam-meat upon him, because he, Bashti, did not like clam-meat and had never liked clam-meat.