Dance with the Devil

hardly hold her thoughts in, but would be forced to give him a hefty piece of her mind.
        Something else that bothered her was the slowly developing relationship between Michael Harrison and herself. In just two days, they had progressed from a casual friendliness to a kiss in the vestibule of the church, a kiss he had seemed to mean whole-heartedly and which she had taken without reserve. She remembered, now, how her heart had beaten more quickly when he had kissed her and how the kiss had instantly calmed the terror generated by the discovery of the two sacrificed animals on the altar… She had never been one for forming such close attachments in so little time, and she was afraid that exterior circumstances were driving her into an affectionate relationship with Michael that she did not actually feel. Among strangers, disconcerted by the gruesome events of the past two days, perhaps she was too eager for companionship to think straight. Yet… yet a curious warmth stole over her even now, when she remembered his arm around her shoulders.
        Add one more debit to the list. If she did find herself increasingly attracted to Michael Harrison- and if he became increasingly attracted to her as he already seemed to be-it would be all that much more difficult to listen to Alex and his anti-Harrison tirades.
        She was about to begin listing the credits attached to remaining here at Owlsden when someone knocked lightly on her door.
        “Yes?”
        The knock came again, as softly as before.
        She got out of bed, drew on her robe and went to the door. She opened it to find Yuri standing in the dimly-lighted hallway.
        “What is it, Yuri?”
        “There's something I want you to see, if you haven't already.”
        “What's that?”
        “May I come in?” he asked. He wiped at his forehead, pulling off a film of perspiration. A great deal of white showed around his eyes, and a nervous tic had begun to distort the left corner of his mouth.
        Another debit. She had forgotten that Yuri must have some ulterior motive for trying to convince her that he believed in these superstitions.
        She opened the door wider, motioned him inside, and closed it after him.
        “Come to the window,” he said, “and turn out the lamp as you do.”
        She did both things and immediately saw what had brought him here. Down by the edge of the woods, a fire glowed among the trees, and a number of dark figures stood around it. From this distance, it was difficult to see what they were doing, though they all appeared to have their hands raised to the sky as if summoning a spirit from the void.
        “How long have they been there?” she asked.
        “I think not long-fifteen minutes or half an hour.”
        The figures around the fire moved.
        “What are they doing?”
        He said, “Dancing.”
        “They're initiating a new member?”
        “So it would seem,” he said. His voice was quavery, as if he were genuinely terrified of the spectacle. His acting was good, she decided, almost too good not to be real.
        “If this has happened here twice before,” Katherine said, “why didn't Lydia and Alex call the constable?”
        “I don't think they've been aware of the dances,” Yuri said.
        “You didn't tell them?”
        “No.”
        “Why not?”
        “For one thing, Alex was in town with his friends on the first two occasions, and I did not want to excite Lydia while she was alone.”
        “And for another?”
        “If I told Alex that the cultists were down there, he'd want to barge in on them by himself. He doesn't fear them, and he's-impulsive. If anything happened to him, I'd have to blame myself for getting him into the act.”
        “But surely they've seen these fires-”
        “Their bedrooms face the front of the house,” Yuri said. “Besides, even if they were in rooms from which they could watch this-this dance, they might not notice the flames because of the draperies.”
        “Let's go get Alex now,” she said.
        “I can't allow that,” Yuri said. “If he goes down there and gets hurt-”
        “Call the constable then.”
        Yuri shrugged wearily. “The cultists will be gone by then. Look, even now the bonfire dances higher, brighter. That always happens just toward the end of the ceremony.”
        She saw that what he said was true as the flames leapt high in the cold