The temple was foreboding. Imperious. No man dared broach it—not least the Europeans.
“Now, the savage…,” remarked the expedition’s captain. “His bravery is renowned.”
He turned to the tribesman. “You bring me gold, I give you freedom. Understand?”
The tribesman nodded nobly.
Hoisting it by its thread from a jar, the captain produced a large, red spider.
“And, so you may find your way back…” He swung it against the nape of the tribesman’s neck.
It clamped its fangs.
The captain puffed, unravelling the spool.
“Now, away with you, my kite!”
And the tribesman drifted slowly toward the temple.