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The Witch-Hunt

           "Begin!begin!"pipedGagool,inherthinpiercingvoice;"thehyænasarehungry,theyhowlforfood.Begin!begin!" 

           Thenforamomenttherewasintensestillness,madehorriblebyapresageofwhatwastocome. 

           Thekingliftedhisspear,andsuddenlytwentythousandfeetwereraised,asthoughtheybelongedtooneman,andbroughtdownwithastampupontheearth. Thiswasrepeatedthreetimes,causingthesolidgroundtoshakeandtremble. Thenfromafarpointofthecircleasolitaryvoicebeganawailingsong,ofwhichtherefrainransomethingasfollows: 

           "Whatisthelotofmanbornofwoman?" 

           Backcametheanswerrollingoutfromeverythroatinthatvastcompany 

           "Death!" 

           Gradually,however,thesongwastakenupbycompanyaftercompany,tillthewholearmedmultitudeweresingingit, andIcouldnolongerfollowthewords,exceptinsofarastheyappearedtorepresentvariousphasesofhumanpassions,fears,andjoys. Nowitseemedtobealovesong,nowamajesticswellingwarchant,andlastofalladeathdirgeendingsuddenlyinoneheart-breakingwailthatwentechoingandrollingawayinavolumeofblood-curdlingsound. 

           Againsilencefellupontheplace, andagainitwasbrokenbythekingliftinghishand. Instantlyweheardapatteringoffeet,andfromoutofthemassesofwarriorsstrangeandawfulfiguresappearedrunningtowardsus. Astheydrewnearwesawthatthesewerewomen,mostofthemaged,fortheirwhitehair,ornamentedwithsmallbladderstakenfromfish,streamedoutbehindthem. 

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