'......and when the games were over the great chief was raised onto the shoulders of the people and carried away from the site. He was borne along the secret rivers and pathways known only by the lowly and unwashed. And he had no idea what was to befall him. They placed him in the centre of their midst and sang to him as though to praise him. And their song never ended and did not seem to have begun. It circled and wove around their throng. And his eyes became heavy and the great chief became weary at last and lay down in their midst. Those nearby lay a rough blanket over him. Then those from the outside did bring heavy timbers to weigh the blanket. The children near the front did bring small handfuls of stones and lay them carefully onto the blanket. And when the last had placed his offering the next laid his and on and on, through the dark night.'
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