Pagan Passions

Chapter 24

One more pa.s.s, and Ed Symes"s arms were at his sides, his legs stretched straight out. Only his stomach projected above the rigid lines of his body. Forrester thought he had never seen a more pleasing sight.

Dorothy gasped. "Is he--is he dead?"

Forrester looked at her reprovingly. "Dead? Now what would I do that for, after he"s been so helpful and all?"

"I don"t know," she muttered.

"Well," Forrester said, "he"s not dead. He"s just in stasis--in a state of totally suspended animation. As soon as I take the spell off, he"ll be all right. But I don"t think I"ll take it off just yet. I"ve got plans for my little target-t.o.s.s.e.r."

He reached over and touched the stiff body. It seemed to rise a fraction of an inch, floating on the tips of the gra.s.s. The wind stirred it a little, but it didn"t float away.

"I took some of his weight off," Forrester explained, "so he"ll be a little easier to handle."

Now Ed Symes was behaving as if he were a statue carved out of cork.

With a quick flip, Forrester turned the statue over. The effect was exactly what he wanted. Ed did not touch the gra.s.s at any point except one: the point where his protuberant stomach most protruded. Fore and aft, the rest of him was balanced stiffly in the air.

Forrester gazed at the sight, feeling fulfilled. "Now," he said with a note of decision in his voice, "we are going to play Spin-the-Bottle!"

The girls giggled and laughed.

"You mean with him?" Bette said.

Forrester sighed. "That"s right," he said patiently. "With him."

He got into position and looked up at the girls. "This one"s just for practice, so we can all see how it works." He gave Symes"s extended foot a little push.

_Whee!_ he thought. Round and round the gentleman went, spinning quietly on his stomach, revolving in a merry fashion while the girls and Forrester watched silently. At last he slowed and stopped, his nose pointing at Bette and his toes at Dorothy.

"Oh, my!" Dorothy said. "He"s pointing at me!"

"He is not!" Bette said decisively. "His head points my way!"

"But he--"

"Temper, temper," Forrester said. "No arguments. That one didn"t count, anyhow--it was just to see how he worked. And I do think he works very nicely, don"t you?"

"Oh, yes, Lord Dionysus," Kathy said. There was the same undertone in her voice, as if she were silently laughing at everything. She was, he told himself, an extremely unlikable young woman.

The other girls agreed in a chorus. They were still studying the stiff body of Ed Symes. His stomach had made a little depression in the gra.s.s as he whirled, and he was now nicely bedded down for a real spin.

Forrester rubbed his hands together.

"Fine," he said. "Now, all of you are going to be judges."

"Me, too?" Bette asked.

Forrester nodded. "The head will be the determining factor. If our little Mr. Bottle"s head points to any one of you, that is the one I"ll choose first."

"See?" Bette said. "I told you it was his head."

"Well, I couldn"t tell before anybody said so," Dorothy said. "And anyhow, I--"

"Now, now, girls," Forrester said, feeling momentarily like a Girl Scout troop leader. "Let"s listen to the rules, shall we? And then we can get down to playing the game." He took a deep breath. "Isn"t this fun?"

The girls giggled.

"Good," Forrester said. "If Mr. Bottle"s head ends up between two of you, then the other five girls will have to decide which girl the head"s nearer to. The two girls involved will remain absolutely quiet during the judging, and if the other five can"t come to a unanimous agreement, we"ll spin Mr. Bottle again. Understand?"

"You mean if the head points at me, I get picked," Bette said. "And if the head goes in between me and somebody else, all the other girls have to decide who gets picked."

It was a masterly summation.

"Right," Forrester said. "I"m going to give Mr. Bottle a spin. This one counts. We"ll have the second spin, and the rest of them, later."

"Gee!" Millicent whispered. "Isn"t this _exciting_?"

Forrester ignored the comment. "And remember, I give you my word as a G.o.d that I will not interfere in any way with the workings of chance. Is that clearly understood?"

The girls murmured agreement.

"Now," Forrester said, "all you girls get into a nice circle. I"ll stand outside."

The girls took a minute or two arranging themselves in a circle, arguing about who was going to sit next to whom, and whose very proximity was bound to bring bad luck. The argument gave Forrester a chance to check on Gerda again. She was whispering softly to Alvin, but they weren"t touching each other. Forrester turned up his hearing to get a better idea of what was going on.

They had progressed, in the usual manner, from argument to life-history.

Gerda was telling Alvin all about her past.

"... but don"t misunderstand me, Alvin. It"s just that I was in love with a very fine young man. An Athenan, he was. A wonderful man, really wonderful. But he--he was killed in a subway accident some months ago."

"Gosh," Alvin said. "I"m sorry."

"I--I have to tell you this, Alvin, so you"ll understand. I still love him. He was wonderful. And until I get over it, I simply can"t ..."

Feeling both ashamed of himself and pleased, as well as sorry for the poor girl, Forrester quit listening. The G.o.ds had arranged his simulated death, which, of course, had been a necessity. His disappearance had to be explained somehow. But he didn"t like the idea of Gerda having to suffer so much.

_My G.o.d!_ Forrester thought. _She still loves me!_

It was the first time he had ever heard her say so, flatly, right out in the open. He wanted to bound and leap and cavort--but he couldn"t. He had to go back to his seven beautiful girls.

He had never felt less like it in his life.

But at least, he consoled himself, Gerda was keeping Alvin at arm"s length. She was being faithful to his memory.

Faithful--because she loved him.

Grimly, he turned back to the girls. "Well, are we all ready now?"

Kathy looked up at him brightly. "Lord Dionysus, it"s so dark I can"t even see for sure what"s going on. How can we do any judging, if we can"t see?"

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