Like nomads the priests wandered into the forest, subsisting on berries and wild game. One day Omo, the voluptuary, came into camp with what for him was unusual speed. The men loafing around the camp began to jeer at him.
"I have seen such a sight—" he began.
"You must have seen something to make you run. He has seen such a sight—"
"As you would all break your necks to see."
"What have you seen?"
"Women."
"Women!" they muttered.
"Girls—young, beautiful, graceful as gazelles."
"He has been seeing visions."
"Listen. As I lay under a willow, that I might digest my dinner out of the heat of the sun, I did hear singing and laughter—"