"Here we worship Rahm, the Thunder, and have no worship nor sacrifice
for other gods."

Then the Yozis snarled with anger and sailed away, and sailed till they
came to another shore, sandy and low and forsaken. And at last they
found an old man upon the shore, and they cried out to him:

"Old man upon the shore! We be three gods that it were well to worship,
gods of great power and apt in the granting of prayer."

The old man answered:

"We worship Pegana's gods, who have a fondness for our incense and the
sound of our sacrifice when it squeals upon the altar."

Then answered Snyrg:

"Asleep are Pegana's gods, nor will They wake for the humming of thy
prayers which lie in the dust upon Pegana's floor, and over Them
Sniracte, the spider of the worlds, hath woven a web of mist. And the
squealing of the sacrifice maketh no music in ears that are closed in
sleep."

The old man answered, standing upon the shore:

"Though all the gods of old shall answer our prayers no longer, yet
still to the gods of old shall all men pray here in Syrinais."

But the Yozis turned their ships about and angrily sailed away, all
cursing Syrinais and Syrinais's gods, but most especially the old man