#Chapter57
A hunting owl breaks cover; its haunting cry mingled with the voices of victory as the witch doctor greets the returning men, and eagerly accepts the offered gifts from their outstretched bloody hands.
/"Now you are one with us, you have killed as the leopard kills, this man’s death now binds you to us, for if you should talk of us, vengeance will be swift and your families will die. Show your allegiance to your brothers and drink the blood of the white man, feel it run in your veins and take power from it./"
Three men, step into the firelight, and as one raises the containers holding the life blood of Glen Winter, and drink deeply, the foul taste making them gag, but they fight it off and stand proudly before the group their smiles revealing the newly filed teeth of the cannibal.
