Godstone was drawing a triangle, a great triangle within the circle. In the center of the triangle was the white stone, and at the apex Mr. Curtis placed a brazier which the Reverend Mark Hickett kindled with flint and steel. A thick bluish-white smoke rose, and an acrid smell of spices filled the air. Her mind was growing clearer and her limbs were beginning to feel warm. She could smell the smoke quite strongly, but she did not yet feel that she could move.
What was Godstone doing now? He was laying strips within the circle, strips of what looked like parchment, and now and then he hammered something into the ground to keep the parchment down. Mr. Curtis was setting things in place outside the circle opposite the points where Godstone had nailed the parchment. She could not see what the
