and the bodies slick with unguent, leaping flames, mind-filling ritual! You can have no idea at all until you've taken part."
"We'll see," I said. "Can we leave from here?"
"Yes," he said. Then he taught me the word I would need to know, and we both said it together.
The place we were in next was lit with red lights, and I think that the walls were of rock. Though of course there was no real seeing there, and so the lights only seemed to be red, and it was not real rock.
As we were going to the fire one of them stopped us. "Who's with you?" she asked, calling Guru by another name. I did not know that he was also the person bearing that name, for it was a very powerful one.
He cast a hasty, sidewise glance at me and then said: "This is Peter of whom I have often told you."
She looked at me then and smiled, stretching out her oily arms. "Ah," she said, softly, like the cats when they talk at night to me. "Ah, this is Peter. Will you come to me when I call you, Peter? And sometimes call for me—in the dark—when you are alone?"
"Don't do that!" said Guru, angrily pushing past her. He's very young—you might spoil him for his work."
She screeched at our backs: "Guru and his pupil—fine pair! Boy, he's no more real than I am—you're the only real thing here!"
"Don't listen to her," said Guru. "She's wild and raving. They're always tight-strung when this time comes around."
We came near the fires then, and sat down on rocks. They were killing animals and birds and doing things with their bodies. The blood was being collected in a basin of stone, which passed through the crowd. The one to my left handed it to me. "Drink," she said, grinning to show me her fine, white teeth. I swallowed twice from it and passed it to Guru.
When the bowl had passed all around we took off our clothes. Some, like Guru, did no; wear them, but many did. The one to my left sat closer to me, breathing heavily at my face. I moved away. "Tell her to stop, Guru," I said. "This isn't part of it, I know."
Guru spoke to her sharply in their own language, and she changed her seat, snarling.
Then we all began to chant, clapping our hands and beating our thighs. One of them rose slowly and circled about the fires in a slow pace, her eyes rolling wildly. She worked her jaws and flung her arms about so sharply that I could hear the elbows crack. Still shuffling her feet against
