“There is much gold on the island of the big cats,” he said slowly. “Strangers have come here before, and their words were as smooth as the skin of the baby and as sweet as honey in the comb. But they said one thing with their tongue and another in their heart. The demons that guard Japazy told him what word was in the stranger’s heart; and that word was gold. The strangers did not go away again from the island of the big cats.”