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They
stepped
across
the
threshold
and
found
themselves
on
a
wide
terrace
.
Below
them
,
shut
in
by
the
tall
houses
,
was
the
village
square
,
crowded
with
Indians
.
Bright
blankets
,
and
feathers
in
black
hair
,
and
the
glint
of
turquoise
,
and
dark
skins
shining
with
heat
.
Lenina
put
her
handkerchief
to
her
nose
again
.
In
the
open
space
at
the
centre
of
the
square
were
two
circular
platforms
of
masonry
and
trampled
clay
–
the
roofs
,
it
was
evident
,
of
underground
chambers
;
for
in
the
centre
of
each
platform
was
an
open
hatchway
,
with
a
ladder
emerging
from
the
lower
darkness
.
A
sound
of
subterranean
flute
playing
came
up
and
was
almost
lost
in
the
steady
remorseless
persistence
of
the
drums
.
Lenina
liked
the
drums
.
Shutting
her
eyes
she
abandoned
herself
to
their
soft
repeated
thunder
,
allowed
it
to
invade
her
consciousness
more
and
more
completely
,
till
at
last
there
was
nothing
left
in
the
world
but
that
one
deep
pulse
of
sound
.
It
reminded
her
reassuringly
of
the
synthetic
noises
made
at
Solidarity
Services
and
Ford
’
s
Day
celebrations
.
"
Orgy
-
porgy
,
"
she
whispered
to
herself
.
These
drums
beat
out
just
the
same
rhythms
.
There
was
a
sudden
startling
burst
of
singing
–
hundreds
of
male
voices
crying
out
fiercely
in
harsh
metallic
unison
.
A
few
long
notes
and
silence
,
the
thunderous
silence
of
the
drums
;
then
shrill
,
in
a
neighing
treble
,
the
women
’
s
answer
.
Then
again
the
drums
;
and
once
more
the
men
’
s
deep
savage
affirmation
of
their
manhood
.
Queer
–
yes
.
The
place
was
queer
,
so
was
the
music
,
so
were
the
clothes
and
the
goitres
and
the
skin
diseases
and
the
old
people
.
But
the
performance
itself
–
there
seemed
to
be
nothing
specially
queer
about
that
.
"
It
reminds
me
of
a
lower
-
caste
Community
Sing
,
"
she
told
Bernard
.
But
a
little
later
it
was
reminding
her
a
good
deal
less
of
that
innocuous
function
.
For
suddenly
there
had
swarmed
up
from
those
round
chambers
underground
a
ghastly
troop
of
monsters
.
Hideously
masked
or
painted
out
of
all
semblance
of
humanity
,
they
had
tramped
out
a
strange
limping
dance
round
the
square
;
round
and
again
round
,
singing
as
they
went
,
round
and
round
–
each
time
a
little
faster
;
and
the
drums
had
changed
and
quickened
their
rhythm
,
so
that
it
became
like
the
pulsing
of
fever
in
the
ears
;
and
the
crowd
had
begun
to
sing
with
the
dancers
,
louder
and
louder
;
and
first
one
woman
had
shrieked
,
and
then
another
and
another
,
as
though
they
were
being
killed
;
and
then
suddenly
the
leader
of
the
dancers
broke
out
of
the
line
,
ran
to
a
big
wooden
chest
which
was
standing
at
one
end
of
the
square
,
raised
the
lid
and
pulled
out
a
pair
of
black
snakes
.
A
great
yell
went
up
from
the
crowd
,
and
all
the
other
dancers
ran
towards
him
with
out
-
stretched
hands
.
He
tossed
the
snakes
to
the
first
-
comers
,
then
dipped
back
into
the
chest
for
more
.
More
and
more
,
black
snakes
and
brown
and
mottled
-
he
flung
them
out
.
And
then
the
dance
began
again
on
a
different
rhythm
.
Round
and
round
they
went
with
their
snakes
,
snakily
,
with
a
soft
undulating
movement
at
the
knees
and
hips
.
Round
and
round
.
Then
the
leader
gave
a
signal
,
and
one
after
another
,
all
the
snakes
were
flung
down
in
the
middle
of
the
square
;
an
old
man
came
up
from
underground
and
sprinkled
them
with
corn
meal
,
and
from
the
other
hatchway
came
a
woman
and
sprinkled
them
with
water
from
a
black
jar
.
Then
the
old
man
lifted
his
hand
and
,
startlingly
,
terrifyingly
,
there
was
absolute
silence
.
The
drums
stopped
beating
,
life
seemed
to
have
come
to
an
end
.
The
old
man
pointed
towards
the
two
hatchways
that
gave
entrance
to
the
lower
world
.
And
slowly
,
raised
by
invisible
hands
from
below
,
there
emerged
from
the
one
a
painted
image
of
an
eagle
,
from
the
other
that
of
a
man
,
naked
,
and
nailed
to
a
cross
.
They
hung
there
,
seemingly
self
-
sustained
,
as
though
watching
.
The
old
man
clapped
his
hands
.
Naked
but
for
a
white
cotton
breech
-
cloth
,
a
boy
of
about
eighteen
stepped
out
of
the
crowd
and
stood
before
him
,
his
hands
crossed
over
his
chest
,
his
head
bowed
.
The
old
man
made
the
sign
of
the
cross
over
him
and
turned
away
.
Slowly
,
the
boy
began
to
walk
round
the
writhing
heap
of
snakes
.
He
had
completed
the
first
circuit
and
was
half
-
way
through
the
second
when
,
from
among
the
dancers
,
a
tall
man
wearing
the
mask
of
a
coyote
and
holding
in
his
hand
a
whip
of
plaited
leather
,
advanced
towards
him
.
The
boy
moved
on
as
though
unaware
of
the
other
’
s
existence
.
The
coyote
-
man
raised
his
whip
,
there
was
a
long
moment
of
expectancy
,
then
a
swift
movement
,
the
whistle
of
the
lash
and
its
loud
flat
-
sounding
impact
on
the
flesh
.
The
boy
’
s
body
quivered
;
but
he
made
no
sound
,
he
walked
on
at
the
same
slow
,
steady
pace
.
The
coyote
struck
again
,
again
;
and
at
every
blow
at
first
a
gasp
,
and
then
a
deep
groan
went
up
from
the
crowd
.
The
boy
walked
.
Twice
,
thrice
,
four
times
round
he
went
.
The
blood
was
streaming
.
Five
times
round
,
six
times
round
.
Suddenly
Lenina
covered
her
face
shish
her
hands
and
began
to
sob
.
"
Oh
,
stop
them
,
stop
them
!
"
she
implored
.
But
the
whip
fell
and
fell
inexorably
.
Seven
times
round
.
Then
all
at
once
the
boy
staggered
and
,
still
without
a
sound
,
pitched
forward
on
to
his
face
.
Bending
over
him
,
the
old
man
touched
his
back
with
a
long
white
feather
,
held
it
up
for
a
moment
,
crimson
,
for
the
people
to
see
then
shook
it
thrice
over
the
snakes
.
A
few
drops
fell
,
and
suddenly
the
drums
broke
out
again
into
a
panic
of
hurrying
notes
;
there
was
a
great
shout
.
The
dancers
rushed
forward
,
picked
up
the
snakes
and
ran
out
of
the
square
.
Men
,
women
,
children
,
all
the
crowd
ran
after
them
.
A
minute
later
the
square
was
empty
,
only
the
boy
remained
,
prone
where
he
had
fallen
,
quite
still
.
Three
old
women
came
out
of
one
of
the
houses
,
and
with
some
difficulty
lifted
him
and
carried
him
in
.
The
eagle
and
the
man
on
the
cross
kept
guard
for
a
little
while
over
the
empty
pueblo
;
then
,
as
though
they
had
seen
enough
,
sank
slowly
down
through
their
hatchways
,
out
of
sight
,
into
the
nether
world
.
