Chapter Twelve
Everything Comes Together
Margie was carried back to the village and laid down on her soft, furry, black bed in the woman’s hut. The old woman bound her hands to the ring in her brassy collar and looped her ankles together. She fell into a deep sleep. All through the remainder of the night and into the morning, the ecstatic pleasures of her couplings with the Emerald God kept coming back to her. When she finally awoke, it was midmorning and the light of the day shone brightly into the hut through the open door.
The young woman had never felt more alive. It was as if the green god had rejuvenated her body, taken years off of it. She happily ate the breakfast that the priestess fed her. The old woman alternated between proffering her bits of fruit and meat to seize between
