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Simon
looked
now
,
from
Ralph
to
Jack
,
as
he
had
looked
from
Ralph
to
the
horizon
,
and
what
he
saw
seemed
to
make
him
afraid
.
Ralph
said
nothing
more
,
but
waited
while
the
procession
came
nearer
.
The
chant
was
audible
but
at
that
distance
still
wordless
.
Behind
Jack
walked
the
twins
,
carrying
a
great
stake
on
their
shoulders
.
The
gutted
carcass
of
a
pig
swung
from
the
stake
,
swinging
heavily
as
the
twins
toiled
over
the
uneven
ground
.
The
pig
's
head
hung
down
with
gaping
neck
and
seemed
to
search
for
something
on
the
ground
.
At
last
the
words
of
the
chant
floated
up
to
them
,
across
the
bowl
of
blackened
wood
and
ashes
.
"
_
Kill
the
pig
.
Cut
her
throat
.
Spill
her
blood
.
_
"
Yet
as
the
words
became
audible
,
the
procession
reached
the
steepest
part
of
the
mountain
,
and
in
a
minute
or
two
the
chant
had
died
away
.
Piggy
sniveled
and
Simon
shushed
him
quickly
as
though
he
had
spoken
too
loudly
in
church
.
Jack
,
his
face
smeared
with
clays
,
reached
the
top
first
and
hailed
Ralph
excitedly
,
with
lifted
spear
.
"
Look
!
We
've
killed
a
pig
--
we
stole
up
on
them
--
we
got
in
a
circle
--
"
Voices
broke
in
from
the
hunters
.
"
We
got
in
a
circle
--
"
"
We
crept
up
--
"
"
The
pig
squealed
--
"
