For some seconds—­twenty or more—­there was a lull, and then it seemed as though all hell had broken loose upon the world.  The wall of blackness became a wall of flame, in which strange and ardent shapes appeared ascending and descending; the thunder bellowed till the mountains rocked, and in one last blaze, awful and indescribable, the skies melted into a deluge of fire.  In the flare of it Owen thought that he saw the figures of men falling this way and that, then he staggered against the cross for support and his senses failed him.

*****

When they returned again, he perceived the storm being drawn back from the face of the pale earth like a pall from the face of the dead, and he heard a murmur of fear and wonder rising from ten thousand throats.

*****

Well might they fear and wonder, for of the twenty and one wizards eleven were dead, four were paralysed by shock, five were flying in their terror, and one, Hokosa himself, stood staring at the fallen, a very picture of despair.  Nor was this all, for the meteor stone with a human shape which for generations the People of Fire had worshipped as a god, lay upon the plain in fused and shattered fragments.

The people saw, and a sound as of a hollow groan of terror went up from them.  Then they were silent.  For a while Owen and his companions were silent also, since their hearts were too full for speech.  Then he said:—­

“As the snake fell harmless from the hand of Paul, so has the lightning turned back from me, who strive to follow in his footsteps, working death and dismay among those who would have harmed us.  May forgiveness be theirs who were without understanding.  Brethren, let us return and make report to the king.”

Now, as they had come, so they went back; first Owen with the crucifix, next to him Nodwengo, and last of the three John.  They drew near to the king, when suddenly, moved by a common impulse, the thousands of the people upon the banks of the stream with one accord threw themselves upon their knees before Owen, calling him God and offering him worship.  Infected by the contagion, Umsuka, his guard and his councillors followed their example, so that of all the multitude Hokosa alone remained upon his feet, standing by his dishonoured and riven deity.

“Rise!” cried Owen aghast.  “Would you do sacrilege, and offer worship to a man?  Rise, I command you!”

Then the king rose, saying:—­

“You are no man, Messenger, you are a spirit.”

“He is a spirit,” repeated the multitude after him.

“I am not a spirit, I am yet a man,” cried Owen again, “but the Spirit Whom I serve has made His power manifest in me His servant, and your idols are smitten with the sword of His power, O ye Sons of Fire!  Hokosa still lives, let him be brought hither.”

They fetched Hokosa, and he stood before them.

“You have seen, Wizard,” said the king.  “What have you to say?”