“I know not. In the living darkness.”
Ramón then bound Cipriano’s eyes and head with a strip of black fur. Then again, with a warm, soft pressure, he pressed one naked hand over Cipriano’s naked breast, and one between his shoulders. Cipriano stood in profound darkness, erect and silent.
“Cipriano?”
“Yes.”
“Is it dark in your heart?”
“It is coming dark.”
Ramón felt the thud of the man’s heart slowly slackening. In Cipriano, another circle of darkness had started slowly to revolve, from his heart. It swung in widening rounds, like a greater sleep.
“Is it dark?”
“It is dark.”
“Who lives?”