Give me the boy, now, and no more of your jaw. I am going to take the boy home with me.

They had felled too freely here; the sawmills had taken over-much, leaving next to no young wood.

This pausingly ensu'de

Svarogu, the god of the ancient pagan Slavs, should no doubt equally be placed. Like Zeus, like Jupiter, like Varuna, like Ahura Mazda, he is the master of the universe, the gods are his children, and it is from him that they have received their functions.