"Confidentially," Venus said, "at times, the All-Mother can be an absolute bitch." She went over to one of the light-swirled walls, and a part of the light seemed to fade as she did so. Of course, she did nothing so crude as opening a door. When she started for the wall there was no closet apparent there, but when she arrived it was there, solid, and open. It was just that simple. She took out a white robe and started back. Forrester took his eyes from her with an effort and watched the closet disappear again. By the time she had reached him, it was only a part of the swirling wall again. And the hospital attendants were nowhere in sight. She handed Forrester the robe. He took it warily, but it seemed real enough. At any rate, it was as real as anything else that was happening to him, he thought. It was a simple tunic, cut in the style of the ancient Greek _chiton_, and open at one side instead of the front. Forrester turned it in his hands. At the waist and shoulder there was a golden clasp to hold it in place. The clasp wasn't figured in any special way. The material itself was odd: it was an almost fluorescent white and, though it was perfectly opaque, it was thinner than any paper Forrester had ever seen in public. It almost didn't seem to be there when he rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger. "Well, don't just stand there," Venus said. "Get started." "Started?" Forrester said. "Get dressed. The others are waiting for you." "Others?" But she didn't answer. Forrester looked frantically around the room for anything that looked even remotely like a dressing room. As a last resort, he was willing to settle for a screen. No room, no screen. He was willing to settle for a chair he could crouch behind. There was none. He looked hopefully at the Goddess. Perhaps, he thought, she would leave while he dressed. She showed no sign of doing so. He cleared his throat and jerked at his collar nervously. "Now, now," Venus said sternly. "Don't tell me the presence of your Goddess embarrasses you." She raised her head imperiously. "Hurry it up." Very slowly, he began taking off his clothes. There was, after all, nothing to be ashamed of, he told himself. As a matter of fact, Venus ought to be getting used to the sight of him undressing by this time. Somehow, he finally managed to get the _chiton_ on straight. Venus looked him over and nodded her approval. "Come along now," she said. "They're waiting for us. And one thing: don't get nervous, for Hera's sake. You're all right." "Oh," Forrester said. "Sure. Perfectly all right. Right as rain." "Well, you are. As a matter of fact, I think you'll make a fine Dionysus." She led him toward a wall opposite where the closet had been. As they approached it, a section of it became bluer and bluer. With a sinking feeling, Forrester told himself that he knew what was coming.