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The Witch-Hunt

           Theirfaceswerepaintedinstripesofwhiteandyellow;downtheirbackshungsnake-skins,androundtheirwaistsrattledcircletsofhumanbones, whileeachheldasmallforkedwandinhershrivelledhand. Inallthereweretenofthem. Whentheyarrivedinfrontofustheyhalted,andoneofthem,pointingwithherwandtowardsthecrouchingfigureofGagool,criedout 

           "Mother,oldmother,wearehere." 

           "Good!good!good!"answeredthatagedIniquity."Areyoureyeskeen,Isanusis,yeseersindarkplaces?" 

           "Mother,theyarekeen." 

           "Good!good!good!Areyourearsopen,Isanusis,yewhohearwordsthatcomenotfromthetongue?" 

           "Mother,theyareopen." 

           "Good!good!good!Areyoursensesawake,Isanusiscanyesmellblood,canyepurgethelandofthewickedoneswhocompassevilagainstthekingandagainsttheirneighbours? Areyereadytodothejusticeof‘Heavenabove,’yewhomIhavetaught,whohaveeatenofthebreadofmywisdom,anddrunkofthewaterofmymagic?" 

           "Mother,wecan." 

           "Thengo!Tarrynot,yevultures;see,theslayers"pointingtotheominousgroupofexecutionersbehind"makesharptheirspears; thewhitemenfromafararehungrytosee.Go!" 

           WithawildyellGagool’shorridministersbrokeawayineverydirection,likefragmentsfromashell,thedrybonesroundtheirwaistsrattlingastheyran,andheadedforvariouspointsofthedensehumancircle. Wecouldnotwatchthemall,sowefixedoureyesupontheIsanusinearesttous. 

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