After sunset, the worshippers of the Good Goddess began to arrive in small groups, in sober joy. Young bare-chested men exchanged elbows and jokes, observing the young witches dressed in light coloured clothes, so transparent that they could see their nudity. One of them wore a cloak with a hood with horns, probably the skin of a goat, and blowing on a whistle sang a melody that must have been a kind of call. Four young girls, dressed in long white tunics, came out of the woods immediately. Each of them had a medallion around their neck, representing a pentacle. They helped each other to place wreaths of flowers woven over their heads between the flowing foliage. They waited at the edge of the woods, while a woman, the oldest of the gang, took her place at the edge of the circle drawn on t
