The spiritual games had begun. Several people had gathered in the courtyard where that throne lay. Everyone had pricked their fingers, and let a drop of blood drop in the water, and took their sips in turns. In excitement and suspense, they joined hands, stirred up the ignited corpse oil incense, and started the "spiritualism."
They were actually doing a fine job of being all spiritual. They lit up a bonfire in the middle of the courtyard. They had even prepared a roasted rabbit. The rabbit had been roasted to a rich, golden brown. Grease was dripping off it. The smell was mouthwatering…
