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His
heart
seemed
to
stop
,
and
his
legs
wavered
so
that
he
sunk
on
his
knees
.
For
he
was
looking
again
on
the
accursed
glade
.
It
was
no
longer
empty
.
The
draped
altar
was
hidden
by
figures
-
-
human
or
infernal
-
-
moving
round
it
in
a
slow
dance
.
Beyond
this
circle
sat
another
who
played
on
some
instrument
.
The
moss
stilled
the
noise
of
movement
,
and
the
only
sound
was
the
high
,
mad
piping
.
A
film
cleared
from
his
eyes
,
and
something
lost
came
back
to
him
-
-
manhood
,
conscience
,
courage
.
Awe
still
held
him
,
but
it
was
being
overmastered
by
a
human
repulsion
and
anger
.
For
as
he
watched
the
dance
he
saw
that
the
figures
were
indeed
human
,
men
and
women
both
-
-
the
women
half
-
naked
,
but
the
men
with
strange
headpieces
like
animals
.
What
he
had
taken
for
demons
from
the
Pit
were
masked
mortals
-
-
one
with
the
snout
of
a
pig
,
one
with
a
goat
’
s
horns
,
and
the
piper
a
gaping
black
hound
.
.
.
.
As
they
passed
,
the
altar
was
for
a
moment
uncovered
,
and
he
saw
that
food
and
drink
were
set
on
it
for
some
infernal
sacrament
.
The
dance
was
slow
and
curiously
arranged
,
for
each
woman
was
held
close
from
behind
by
her
partner
.
And
they
danced
widdershins
,
against
the
sun
.
To
one
accustomed
to
the
open
movement
of
country
jigs
and
reels
the
thing
seemed
the
uttermost
evil
-
-
the
grinning
masks
,
the
white
tranced
female
faces
,
the
obscene
postures
,
above
all
that
witch
-
music
as
horrid
as
a
moan
of
terror
.
David
,
a
great
anger
gathering
in
his
heart
,
was
on
his
feet
now
,
and
as
he
rose
the
piping
changed
.
Its
slow
measure
became
a
crazy
lilt
,
quick
and
furious
.
The
piper
was
capering
;
the
dancers
,
still
going
widdershins
,
swung
round
and
leaped
forward
,
flinging
their
limbs
as
in
some
demented
reel
.
.
.
.
There
were
old
women
there
,
for
he
saw
grey
hair
flying
.
And
now
came
human
cries
to
add
to
the
din
of
the
pipe
-
-
a
crying
and
a
sighing
wrung
out
of
maddened
bodies
.
To
David
it
seemed
a
vision
of
the
lost
in
Hell
.
The
fury
of
an
Israelitish
prophet
came
upon
him
.
He
strode
into
the
glade
.
Devils
or
no
,
he
would
put
an
end
to
this
convention
of
the
damned
.
"
In
the
name
of
God
,
"
he
cried
,
"
I
forbid
you
.
If
you
are
mortal
,
I
summon
you
to
repent
-
-
if
you
are
demons
,
I
command
you
to
return
to
him
that
sent
you
.
"
He
had
a
great
voice
,
but
in
that
company
there
were
no
ears
to
hear
.
The
pipe
screeched
and
the
dance
went
on
.
