The little man with the beaky nose started the chant, and all the cross-legged celebrants joined in. As the smoke from the incense burners filled the air with heavy sweetness, the people began to sway from side to side – moving in disturbing unison.
The cat, Bast, stalked into the centre of the circle, and all around her the foreheads touched the ground in profound respect.
“Lighten our darkness.”
The yellow eyes studied her disciples. One fell face down. Speaking in tongues.
“The way of Enlightenment is a stony road.”
As a mark of favour, the cat pissed on him.