such thoughts-but then he saw that into the dough she was dropping the hair she had cut from him, the
nail parings, the blood, the spittle. She was kneading them within the dough. Then, as he watched, he saw
her take the dough and model it into the shape of a little man. And she sprinkled water upon its head,
baptizing it in his name with strange words he could not understand.
"He was frightened, this man. But also he was greatly enraged. Also he had courage. He watched until
she had finished. He saw her wrap the doll in her apron, and come to the door. She went out of the door,
and away. He followed her-he had been a woodsman and knew how to go softly, and she did not know
he was following her. She came to a crossroads. There was a new moon shining, and some prayer she
made to this new moon. Then she dug a hole, and placed the doll of dough in that hole. And then she
defiled it. After this she said: