And how long could I hope to be spared among a people who had this insane thirst for blood?
Some more joms had passed, and the light season had almost ended.
The sun had been sinking lower and lower.

The time had at last come when only a portion of his disk would be visible for a little while above the hills, and then he would be seen no more for six months of our time.

This was the dark season, and, as I had already learned, its advent was always hailed with joy and celebrated with solemn services, for the dark season freed them from their long confinement, permitted them to go abroad, to travel by sea and land, to carry on their great works, to indulge in all their most important labors and favorite amusements.

The Kohen asked me to be present at the great festival, and I gladly consented.

There seemed to be nothing in this that could be repellent.