“Ah!  I do indeed remember him.  Poor youth! in his agony, how my heart yearned toward his.  But that very prudence which you deny me, my lord, prevented me from saying aught in his behalf.  Have you not observed, that until now, when we are completely by ourselves, I have refrained from freely discoursing of what we have seen in this island?  Trust me, my lord, there is no man, that bears more in mind the necessity of being either a believer or a hypocrite in Maramma, and the imminent peril of being honest here, than I, Babbalanja.  And have I not reason to be wary, when in my boyhood, my own sire was burnt for his temerity; and in this very isle?  Just Oro! it was done in the name of Alma,—­what wonder then, that, at times, I almost hate that sound.  And from those flames, they devoutly swore he went to others,—­horrible fable!”

Said Mohi:  “Do you deny, then, the everlasting torments?”

“’Tis not worth a denial.  Nor by formally denying it, will I run the risk of shaking the faith of, thousands, who in that pious belief find infinite consolation for all they suffer in Mardi.”

“How?” said Media; “are there those who soothe themselves with the thought of everlasting flames?”

“One would think so, my lord, since they defend that dogma more resolutely than any other.  Sooner will they yield you the isles of Paradise, than it.  And in truth, as liege followers of Alma, they would seem but right in clinging to it as they do; for, according to all one hears in Maramma, the great end of the prophet’s mission seems to have been the revealing to us Mardians the existence of horrors, most hard to escape.  But better we were all annihilated, than that one man should be damned.”

Rejoined Media:  “But think you not, that possibly, Alma may have been misconceived?  Are you certain that doctrine is his?”

“I know nothing more than that such is the belief in this land.  And in these matters, I know not where else to go for information.  But, my lord, had I been living in those days when certain men are said to have been actually possessed by spirits from hell, I had not let slip the opportunity—­as our forefathers did—­to cross-question them concerning the place they came from.”

“Well, well,” said Media, “your Alma’s faith concerns not me:  I am a king, and a demi-god; and leave vulgar torments to the commonality.”

“But it concerns me,” muttered Mohi; “yet I know not what to think.”

“For me,” said Yoomy, “I reject it.  Could I, I would not believe it.  It is at variance with the dictates of my heart instinctively my heart turns from it, as a thirsty man from gall.”

“Hush; say no more,” said Mohi; “again we approach the shore.”

Chapter X
Kohl Tells Of One Ravoo, And They Land To Visit Revaneva, A
Flourishing Artisan

Having seen all worth viewing in Yammo, we departed, to complete the circumnavigation of the island, by returning to Uma without reversing our prows.  As we glided along, we passed many objects of interest, concerning which, Mohi, as usual, was very diffuse.