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Appeasing the Gods
by Mickey D
I followed Gezar out into the jungle to collect herbs for his
concoctions. It was his favorite place; not mine. Of course, it was
daylight, and we had the temple guards with us, but they were no comfort
to me. They were more terrified of the danger than I was. Poisonous
reptiles. Hungry predators. Venomous insects, swarms of them. Even some
of the vegetation could cause burning, paralysis, hallucination. Only the
high priest was comfortable here. This was the home of his gods, the
powers of the jungle, who must be appeased by the annual ritual, when the
lovely virgin dances and sings on behalf of her people. All fertility, of
harvests and of womens' wombs, depended upon the success of this rite. So
he said. So he believed, passionately.
"Are you paying attention? Some day you will need to remember these
lessons. You will need to know which herbs and barks and blossoms to
gather for strengthening the voice, for loosening the limbs, for quickly
tanning the hides. Some must be gathered with care. Are you listening?
How will you gather venom for the numbing intoxicant without killing
yourself?"
I ignored his shrill mutters. He was right, I was listening mainly to the
muttered growls, insidious slithers, and maddening chitterings coming
from the gloom around us. We had been here many times before, and I knew
all he had to teach. Right now, I just wanted to go back to my cell at
the temple. But he persisted in treating me like an ignorant novitiate.
"You'll never amount to anything even if you don't get killed, Kunar," he
rasped, "You haven't got my heart, my passion. I have entirely given
myself over to the powers of the jungle, and I know you never will.
You'll never have the heart I have." See what I mean?
He had collected his precious assortment of juices in leather bottles and
glazed jars; these he kept by his side alone as they were too potent for
anyone else's care. The other items were carried by the men; I was
entrusted with nothing.
One of the men began screaming and writhing. We saw the poisonous spider
drop from his body. "The fool!" hissed Gezar. "Grab his satchel, someone!
If he can walk, help him back to the healer. If not, leave him. Let him
be a lesson to us, to honor and appease these gods."
But the man had stopped breathing and was already stiffening. We
abandoned him. It would be my chore to notify his family that he had
"gone to the gods, while performing his holy duties." They would earn a
special blessing, and be grateful.
After going to the family I was glad to get back to my own little room.
It was just a simple stone cell in the temple, near the guardroom, but it
was private and I had made it comfortable with rushes on the floor and
woven hangings on the wall, made by my family in the city. I had an extra
lamp, too; it was extravagant, but I always preferred light to darkness.
Gezar's rooms were across the courtyard. I had a little privacy; he had
total seclusion. That was just as well; no one would want to know the
details of the horrors which went on in those chambers. Only I shared
these secrets, and for that reason I could never leave this place. Gezar
could not trust me away from his guards. I might let something slip. If
the truth were to get out, we were all dead men.
I was a privileged prisoner, but not without hope. I fingered the sticky
items in the hem of my robe which I had surreptitiously gleaned from the
jungle during Gezar's ranting. Ignorant, was I? We would see.
Soon, the day of the great festival approached. It was planting time, and
the people wanted to know they would reap a good harvest. A lovely girl
would be chosen, a virgin, who would come to the temple for purification
and in three short days she would appear at the summit of the temple
walls under the noonday sun to perform an elaborate ritual. She would
sing and dance and make sacrifices until the sun lowered to the brink of
the wall. Then she would bow and retire and join the cloistered virgins
of the temple who never thereafter had contact with the people but were
totally devoted to the service of the gods. It was a true miracle that an
untrained girl could learn all these arcane rituals overnight. Her
inspired performance was proof of the legitimacy of the jungle powers. So
the people thought.
At last, with the sound of loud music, laughter and marching feet, the
parade came to bring this year's virgin to the temple. Gezar alone had
personally chosen her, after much observation. She was escorted through
the main gate and into the courtyard with rejoicing, and the people
departed for a night of festivity. "Hello, big brother!" giggled this
year's virgin. "Bet you never thought your little brat sister would ever
get to be the chosen one!"
"Gezar, you animal!" I hissed into his ear. "You go too far! I will not
allow this!"
The old man looked amused. "YOU - will not - ALLOW?" he chuckled, and
motioned to two guards. "My friend here is not well. Please confine him
in the infirmary until he tells you, calmly and quietly, that he is
recovered."
His word was law. My struggles were useless; the guards were much larger
than I. It was necessary for the priest to have a much smaller build.
Locked in the infirmary, I wept and prayed, but not to the gods of death
and pain. My sister was lost to me, I knew. Now was time for vengeance,
and new revelations. There were chemicals here I could use for my
preparations. I removed the items from the hem of my robe and began.
The next day, I was ready. I spoke calmly and collectedly to the guards,
who released me. Walking to Gezar's quarters, I took care not to reveal
the filled pouches hidden in my robe.
I found her there, as I expected. Drugged unconscious, from the venomous
intoxicant which she no doubt had taken willingly as part of her
"purification."
"Isn't she lovely? Really the pick of this year's crop, it was just too
selfish of you to keep her to yourself" giggled the monster. "She sang
and danced for me, very graceful of course; I have studied her much
already but I always like to work from a fresh impression. Help me now."
I took her by the shoulders and he by the feet as we went to an adjoining
chamber. This windowless room contained several waist-high stone slabs.
Some were covered with instruments for cutting, boring, suturing and
stretching. One had ointments and pots of paint, with brushes. One was
empty. We placed her there, face down. Gezar grabbed a knife and began
cutting down her back, then stretching the skin out sideways and
separating it from the flesh. He was skinning her, of course. The scalp
would remain intact. The front with the lovely breasts would also be
unmarred, open to view by the people during the ritual, as the old priest
paraded in her skin. How else after all, could a girl learn all those
rituals so quickly? Here, then, was the "miracle." I got sick, and had to
run from the room.
Gezar laughed at my back. "I knew you were weak. Just come back to help
with the remains, and the tanning, or you'll wish you were back in the
infirmary."
I came back some time later, head held low, and with some old rags I
grasped the raw meat that had been my sister and carried her to the far
wall. Gezar pulled a lever and a hole gaped into which I dumped the
remains. This was the virgins home, from which they served the gods in
seclusion, a festering lightless pit of refuse. He resealed the hole to
hell and we washed the room and cleaned up. It was now my privilege to
prepare the hide that had been my sister's skin, with the quick-tanning
formula. It would be darker, but ritual paints would correct that. It
would be shrunken, but Gezar would stretch it. Right now he was padding
his old body in the necessary areas to properly fill her young skin: the
cheekbones, hips and thighs especially. Even the shoulders and lips got
little touches. The blinding sun overhead during the ritual, together
with the blind belief of the people, made such attention to detail
unnecessary, but the old beast was a perfectionist.
In my own way, so was I. I took great care with my beloved one's last
remains, great care indeed. Gezar should be impressed by my preparations.
He did in fact smile at my work, which was rare. He looked ridiculous,
with that white stuff pasted all over himself, grinning like an animal.
"You've outdone yourself. Help me on with this now, and make sure the men
get their festival allotment of beer." Wordlessly, I complied. He climbed
in, inch by inch, wiggling his extremities and easing the torso upward.
It would not do to ruin this irreplaceable suit. His feet were too big so
the toes were cut out, but this defect would be covered by the gold braid
of the ritual sandals. The hollow breasts were filled with fabric scraps
and suet. He bowed his head and received her face, the old lips into the
young, the withered cheeks into the beautiful ones. He bared her lips and
applied a white covering over his yellow teeth. Shaking her hair out of
his eyes, he whispered "sew me up." There were laces and eyelets all down
the back. I did as he asked. This feature would be carefully covered by
the robes.
"Now go to the men while I take the potions to rejuvenate my voice and
ease the pains in my limbs! They mustn't miss their special time with the
chosen one!"
Once the men were thoroughly drunk, the virgin would always come to them
and pleasure them with her mouth and tongue. The dumb brutes never
thought anything of it other than that it was an outstanding benefit of
the job. They would talk and joke about it for weeks afterward. What if
they knew whose mouth was really sucking on their cocks? I didn't really
care any more; I had done all my duties. All but one. I ignored the
riotous laughter of the orgy that night, and slept well.
Next morn I rose early and gave Gezar another dose of his elixirs. This
would be enough to see him through the time of the ritual. "Thanks
sweetie, you always were so kind" he purred in my sister's voice. I
turned silently and went to prepare the animals for sacrifice.
At noon the streets outside were thronged with people eager to witness
the miraculous event. My family would have positions of honor this year.
They saw their daughter ascend the wall in her regal robes and splendid
sandals, and begin singing clearly and sweetly in her familiar voice. She
opened the robes in front and began to dance, one foot lifted high, then
the other, twirling, breasts bouncing. She passed a sharp knife under one
leg, then another. Very dangerous, indeed, deadly; it was the knife that
had killed her. As the sun lowered, she raised the knife overhead, giving
the people one last view of her lovely body, and plunged it into the
necks of the animals I had bound on the altar. As they died, she covered
herself, sang one last song, and bowed down.
The people left.
The girl climbed down.
She went to Gezar's room, where I was waiting.
"All right now, help me out of this thing."
I went around behind her back and cut off the laces, quickly gluing a
flesh toned strip over the seam.
"What are you doing? Help me out, this instant!"
I grabbed him by the arm and hauled him over toward the barracks. He was
plucking at the skin, but it would not give at all. I had covered the
inside with a powdered adhesive of my own concoction which had activated
with his sweat and body heat. The skin was part of him now.
"I'll just order them to kill you!" he hissed.
"Really? How will they react, do you suppose, when they find out who
really sucked them off last night? Or will they believe you at all? Won't
they just judge by their eyes? You don't even have your proper voice
back, and you're not hobbling like the old man you are yet either."
He screamed - the scream of a terrified young girl.
I hauled him out the main gate and turned him loose. "I'm sending the
guards after you to rape you. Run to my family if you want to. They'll
protect you - until the skin hardens and cracks and your voice changes
back. Then they'll..."
He did not wait for me to finish. I simply told the guards that something
very unusual had happened. The virgin, instead of joining her sisters in
seclusion, had become delusional after the strain of the day and was
running madly through the city. Please bring her safely back.
I climbed the wall myself, and watched Gezar run blindly through the
streets. Wherever people gathered, or tried to intervene, he swerved
away. The guards got closer, and closer. He turned to his spiritual home,
the jungle. He thrashed his way into the pathless murk. The guards
followed for a while, but one of them screamed. Another spider perhaps?
Then came a girl's scream, and silence.
It was dark now, unsafe to be out. The guard returned, fearful of
punishment, but I told them not to worry, that Gezar had followed the
path of my sister. (By this time, he had probably reached the end of the
path he had sent her on, I thought silently. Let the jungle gods of death
keep his heart, and the rest of his meat as well. He was right. I never
did have his heart, and I certainly don't want it now.)
Gezar of course never returned. The "girl's" remains were eventually
found: her hair, some strips of skin, scattered bones, and the sacred
sandals. My family honored her with burial.
I became high priest, and instituted sun worship. We sealed off Gezar's
quarters, charnel pit and all, as a memorial to the great man who had
fallen trying to save the virgin.
That fall, we had the best harvests ever.
Next spring, I experimented successfully with a substitute for human
sacrifice. I used appliances formed from the pliable sap of some jungle
trees to form a duplicate skin which would harm no one. The chosen girl
will remain in a drunken stupor until the ritual was over, and through
power of suggestion will be made to believe she had accomplished
everything by her own miraculous self. She will begin a new order of
votives who can once again mingle with the public and see their families.
Everyone will be told that the original virgins had chosen to honor their
vows and remain in seclusion.
All that remains is to consider the pre-ritual orgy with the guards.
Should that be discontinued? It might not be well accepted as a false
memory by the surviving "virgin." On the other hand, I really do hate to
disappoint my men....
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