“Now I shall take you to the Master,” the young man announced formally. “He is meditating in the henhouse, where he has been for several hours, but he has ordered that you be brought in to him immediately. Believe me, it’s not something he’d do for just anybody.”
“Thank you,” said Timuroff, bowing slightly. He was fascinated by the lingam suspended around the young man’s neck. Not only was it extremely lifelike—it was enclosed in what was without doubt a condom. Very politely, he inquired why.
At once, a look of profound awe and reverence passed over his guide’s ascetic countenance. “You won’t understand, but I’ll tell you anyhow,” he answered. “I’m the Master’s lingam-bearer. This is the lingam of the Lord Siva, sacred to our Goddess Sakti. It must be kept for her alone. It is infinitel
