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       Tethered them hand and foot; and their souls were drowned, and the light

       Was cloaked from their eyes. Senseless together, the old and the young,

       The fighter deadly to smite and the prater cunning of tongue,

       The woman wedded and fruitful, inured to the pangs of birth,

       And the maid that knew not of kisses, blindly sprawled on the earth.

       From the hall Hiopa the king and his chiefs came stealthily forth.

       Already the sun hung low and enlightened the peaks of the north;

       But the wind was stubborn to die and blew as it blows at morn,

       Showering the nuts in the dusk, and e’en as a banner is torn,

       High on the peaks of the island, shattered the mountain cloud.

       And now at once, at a signal, a silent, emulous crowd

      Set hands to the work of death, hurrying to and fro,

       Like ants, to furnish the fagots, building them broad and low,

       And piling them high and higher around the walls of the hall.

       Silence persisted within, for sleep lay heavy on all

       But the mother of Támatéa stood at Hiopa’s side,

       And shook for terror and joy like a girl that is a bride,

       Night fell on the toilers, and first Hiopa the wise

       Made the round of the hose, visiting all with his eyes;

       And all was piled to the eaves, and fuel blockaded the door;

       And within, in the house beleaguered, slumbered the forty score.

       Then was an aito despatched and came with fire in his hand,

       And Hiopa took it.— “Within,” said he, “is the life of a land;

       And behold! I breathe on the coal, I breathe on the dales of the east,

       And silence falls on forest and shore; the voice of the feast

       Is quenched, and the smoke of cooking; the rooftree decays and falls

       On the empty lodge, and the winds subvert deserted walls.”

       Therewithal, to the fuel, he laid the glowing coal;

       And the redness ran in the mass and burrowed within like a mole,

       And copious smoke was conceived. But, as when a dam is to burst,

       The water lips it and crosses in silver trickles at first,

       And then, of a sudden, whelms and bears it away forthright;

       So now, in a moment, the flame sprang and towered in the night,

      And wrestled and roared in the wind, and high over house and tree,

       Stood, like a streaming torch, enlightening land and sea.

       But the mother of Támatéa threw her arms abroad,

       “Pyre of my son,” she shouted, “debited vengeance of God,

       Late, late, I behold you, yet I behold you at last,

       And glory, beholding! For now are the days of my agony past,

       The lust that famished my soul now eats and drinks its desire,

       And they that encompassed my son shrivel alive in the fire.

       Tenfold precious the vengeance that comes after lingering years!

       Ye quenched the voice of my singer? — hark, in your dying ears,

       The song of the conflagration! Ye left me a widow alone?

       — Behold, the whole of your race consumes, sinew and bone

       And torturing flesh together: man, mother, and maid

       Heaped in a common shambles; and already, borne by the trade,

       The smoke of your dissolution darkens the stars of night.”

       Thus she spoke, and her stature grew in the people’s sight.

      III

      RAHÉRO

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      Rahéro was there in the hall asleep: beside him his wife,

       Comely, a mirthful woman, one that delighted in life;

       And a girl that was ripe for marriage, shy and sly as a mouse;

       And a boy, a climber of trees: all the hopes of his house.

       Unwary, with open hands, he slept in the midst of his folk,

       And dreamed that he heard a voice crying without, and awoke,

       Leaping blindly afoot like one from a dream that he fears.

       A hellish glow and clouds were about him; — it roared in his ears

       Like the sound of the cataract fall that plunges sudden and steep;

       And Rahéro swayed as he stood, and his reason was still asleep.

       Now the flame struck hard on the house, wind-wielded, a fracturing blow,

       And the end of the roof was burst and fell on the sleepers below;

       And the lofty hall, and the feast, and the prostrate bodies of folk,

       Shone red in his eyes a moment, and then were swallowed of smoke.

       In the mind of Rahéro clearness came; and he opened his throat;

       And as when a squall comes sudden, the straining sail of a boat

      Thunders aloud and bursts, so thundered the voice of the man.

       — “The wind and the rain!” he shouted, the mustering word of the clan,

       And “Up!” and “To arms, men of Vaiau!” But silence replied,

       Or only the voice of the gusts of the fire, and nothing beside.

       Rahéro stooped and groped. He handled his womankind,

       But the fumes of the fire and the kava had quenched the life of their mind,

       And they lay like pillars prone; and his hand encountered the boy,

       And there sprang in the gloom of his soul a sudden lightning of joy.

       “Him can I save!” he thought, “if I were speedy enough.”

       And he loosened the cloth from his loins, and swaddled the child in the stuff:

       And about the strength of his neck he knotted the burden well.

       There where the roof had fallen, it roared like the mouth of hell.

       Thither Rahéro went, stumbling on senseless folk,

       And grappled a post of the house, and began to climb in the smoke:

       The last alive of Vaiau; and the son borne by the sire.

       The post glowed in the grain with ulcers of eating fire,

       And the fire bit to the blood and mangled his hands and thighs;

       And the fumes sang in his head like wine and stung in his eyes;

       And still he climbed, and came to the top, the place of proof,

       And thrust a hand through the flame, and clambered alive on the roof.

      But even as he did so, the wind, in a garment of flames and pain,

       Wrapped him from head to heel; and the waistcloth parted in twain;

       And the living fruit of his loins dropped in the fire below.

       About the blazing feast-house clustered the eyes of the foe,

       Watching, hand upon weapon, lest ever a soul should flee,

       Shading the brow from

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