Margie knelt there sullenly as the men all took a long pull on the liquor. The priestess reemerged from the hut with a large wooden bowl balanced on one hand containing dried meats, tubers and greens all chopped up. In her other, she carried the long thin gourd that had contained the dark, treacly liquid that she had fed Margie before she went into the cave. She poured it over the food and stirred it up with a long wooden spoon.
Armando took the spoon from her and fed a large bite of meat to Margie. The captive white woman wondered what the old lady was up to and she ate the spoonful with relish. She smiled inwardly as she chewed it, not wanting to do anything to spoil the old woman’s plan.
After they saw that there were no ill effects from the food, the men formed a little circle around
