“Their devil-rites — an honest feast which they have perverted. It was the Dream Feast, Lois, but Amochol has made of it an orgy unspeakable, where human sacrifices are offered to the Moon Witch, Atensi, and to Leshi and the Stone-Throwers, and the Little People — many of which were not goblins and ghouls until Amochol so decreed them.”

“When is this feast to be held in Catharines-town?”

“On the last day of this month. Until then you must not leave this camp; and after the army marches you must not go outside this fort. Amochol’s arm is long. His acolytes are watching. And now I think you understand at last.”

She nodded. Presently she rested her pale cheek on her arms and looked at the reddening