The headmen gathered with trepidation. All had seen the juju man descend from the skies. It had been with considerable relief that most had noted that he finally sank to earth in the village of Irèli instead of their own. But now all were summoned. Those among them who were Kanaga dancers wore their masks and costumes, and above all their gris gris charms, but it was a feeble gesture. Such magic as this was unknown. To fly through the air _personally_! Dolo Anah was seated to one end of the largest room of the largest house of Irèli when they crowded in to answer his blunt summons. He was seated cross-legged on the floor and staring at the ground before him. The others seemed tongue-tied, both headmen and Hogons, the highly honored elders of the Dogon people. So Amadijuè as senior witchman took over the responsibility of addressing this mystery juju come out of the skies. "Oh, powerful stranger, how is your health?" "Good," Dolo Anah said. "How is the health of thy wife?" "Good." "How is the health of thy children?" "Good." "How is the health of thy mother?" "Good." "How is the health of thy father?" "Good." "How is the health of thy kinswomen?" "Good." "How is the health of thy kinsmen?" "Good." To the traditional greeting of the Dogon, Amadijuè added hopefully, "Welcome to the villages of Sangha." His voice registering nothing beyond the impatience which had marked it from the beginning, Dolo Anah repeated the routine. "Men of Sangha," he snapped, "how is your health?" "Good," they chorused. "How is the health of thy wives?" "Good!" "How is the health of thy children?" "Good!" "How is the health of thy mothers?" "Good!" "How is the health of thy fathers?" "Good!" "How is the health of thy kinswomen?" "Good!" "How is the health of thy kinsmen?" "Good!" "I accept thy welcome," Dolo Anah bit out. "And now heed me well for I am known as Dolo Anah and I have instructions from above for the people of the Dogon." Sweat glistened on the faces and bodies of the assembled Dogon headmen, their uncharacteristically silent witchmen, the Hogons and the sons of the headmen. "Speak, oh juju come out of the sky," Amadijuè fluttered, but proud of his ability to find speech at all when all the others were stricken dumb with fear. * * * * * Dolo Anah stared down at the ground before him. The others, their eyes fascinated as though by a cobra preparing to strike its death, focused on the spot as well. Dolo Anah raised a hand very slowly and very gently and a sigh went through his audience. The dirt on the hut floor had stirred. It stirred again and slowly, ever so slowly, up through the floor emerged a milky, translucent ball. When it had fully emerged, Dolo Anah took it up in his hands and stared at it for a long moment. It came to sudden light and a startled gasp flushed over the room, a gasp shared by even the witchmen, Amadijuè included.