Circe.
Nothing very ugly, I hope?
Hermes.
Yes; very ugly, and still more incomprehensible. But nothing that could spring out of any misconception of the ritual of our friend. No; I hardly like to tell you. Well, a gaunt painted figure, with spines about the bleeding forehead——
Aphrodite.
Was it fastened to any symbol? Did you
notice anything that explained the horror of it?
Hermes.
No. I did not observe it very closely. As I was glancing at it, the celebration or ritual, or whatever we are to call it, began, and I withdrew to the door, not knowing what frenzy might seize upon the worshippers.
Aphrodite.