Forrester blinked. "Really?" "Take it from me," Diana said. "How about Tenting Tonight?" "How about what?" "Tenting Tonight," Diana said. "You know." "I--guess I do." Forrester wished that Diana would do more than treat him like a pal. She was a remarkably beautiful woman, if you liked the type, and Forrester liked virtually any type. Now, success appeared to be within his grasp. But it did seem an odd time to bring the subject up. Oh, well, he thought, maybe she was just trying to cheer him up and had picked this way of doing it. It worked, too, he told himself happily. He cleared his throat. "Where?" Diana stared. "Where?" "That's right," Forrester said. Something was going wrong but he couldn't discover what it was. "The tenting." "Oh," Diana said. "Right here. Now. Raises the spirits." "I should say it does!" Forrester agreed enthusiastically. "But after all--right here--" "Don't worry about it, kid. Nobody will hear you." "_Hear_ me?" "Anyway, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Lots of people do it when they feel low." "I'll bet they do," Forrester said. "But it's different with you and me." "Me?" Diana said. "What do I have to do with it? I just told you--" "Well, sure. And here and now is as good a time and place as any." Diana stepped back a pace. "Okay, let's hear it. Sing!" "Sing? You mean I have to sing for my--" "I'll join you," Diana said. Forrester nodded. He was beginning to get confused. "You'd better," he said. "_Tenting tonight on the old camp grounds_," she sang. "Now come on." Forrester coughed. "Oh," he said. "Sing." "Sure," Diana said, and they went through the song together. "How about another chorus?" she asked. "It's all right, Diana," Forrester said, knowing she preferred the name to her Greek one of Artemis. "I feel fine now." "Well," Diana said in a disappointed voice, "all right." What surprised Forrester most was that he _did_ feel fine. All the Gods had helped him in the past several months, but Diana had been especially helpful. As a forest Goddess, and as Protectress of the Night, she'd been able to tell him a lot about how an orgy was arranged. He had often wished that she would teach by example, but now, he discovered, it was too late for wishing. She was, he told himself with only faint regret, just like a sister to him. Or even a brother. "I guess everything will be okay," he said. "Won't it?" Diana clapped him on the back. "You're going to be great. Just go out there and show 'em what kind of a God you are." "But what kind of a God am I?" "Just keep cool, kid. You won't fail me--I know it." "I'll try," Forrester said. "Only I'm getting nervous just sitting around here. I wish we could go out and stroll around; we've got plenty of time, anyhow." Diana nodded. "It's ten minutes yet before the Procession starts. I suppose we might as well take a look around, kid, if it makes you feel better." "It might." "Fine, then. But how do you want to go?" Forrester blinked. "How?"