It was time for the ceremony to begin. The priestess waved her hands and clapped them together for silence. She stepped over to the white captive and removed the wide thong that had covered her eyes. When she moved to the side to give the crowd a good view, the people gave shouts of approval and clapped their hands noisily.
Margie blinked her eyes and took in a deep breath as she saw the people of the village arrayed in front of her. She could feel the warmth of the fire behind her and the light shone and danced on the faces of the kneeling crowd, giving their faces fierce, demonic miens. Her mind was befogged, but she was alert enough to be struck through with an intense pang of fear. She moaned with unhappiness as she saw that each of the native women was wearing a skein of her recently
