"They were misguided, playing at something they didn't understand. But harmless enough, I suppose. At length the sun rose. One of the women told me later that it was magnificent. Her word. She said the dark sky turned to opal and rose, then purest gold. As they watched, the rim of the sun appeared on the eastern horizon. She said that what followed was unbelievable-a shaft of light came spilling across the dark earth and touched her face. She said she could feel it. Just as the schoolmaster had told them. He was the one who talked them into this silliness. But even he was taken by surprise."

Losing his train of thought, Cummins turned and said, "Where was I? Oh, yes. This young woman-her name was Sarah Harmon-was still staring at what she called the stone of sacrifice. That's what the schoolmaster had told them it was called. It stands along the eastern avenue between the main section of Stonehenge and the horizon. Do you know it?"

"Yes. I do."

"Hmm. She was trying to recapture a little of the emotion she'd felt when the sun struck her face, and then she noticed something odd about that stone. It was light enough, by then, you see. When she began screaming, everyone turned toward her, startled. She pointed to the stone. They could just make out something there and rushed down the avenue to find a man strapped to it. He was dead. Even they could see that, and when they held up their lanterns for a better view, they realized he'd been stabbed." Cummins cleared his throat. "He was strapped to the dark side. Not toward the light."

"Hadn't they seen anything? Anyone?"

"Apparently not. I questioned them for hours. The body could have been out there before ever they arrived. In the dark, they wouldn't have noticed."

"They didn't know the victim?"

"They swore they didn't."

"Not even this schoolmaster, who'd lured them out there? It would have been a perfect cover for murder."