“Pleeeeeeease don’t,” she cried softly to the old woman. She could feel the tears flowing down her cheeks. The green god, Guarito, had called her all the way from Cotabaya. He had arranged fate so that she could be here on the full moon and be sacrificed to him. Of course the village didn’t practice monthly sacrifice, there wouldn’t be much of a tribe left if they did. But the opportunity to appease the god who brought them so much bounty could not be resisted. “Pleeeeeease!” she murmured again. “Don’t do this, pleeeeeease.”
The old woman had brought with her the bladder that contained the potion she used to drive Margie’s passions wild and she proffered it to Margie’s lips. Margie tearfully clamped her mouth closed and shook her head in an effort to deny its admittance. She knew that onc
