At his heels, on stringy bended legs, supporting herself with knuckles to the ground on either side, walked an old female of the Tree People, his latest wife.

He sat down in the midst of the circle.

I can see him now, as I write this, scowling, his eyes inflamed, as he peers about him at the circle of the Tree People.

And as he peers he crooks one monstrous leg and with his gnarly toes scratches himself on the stomach.

He is Red-Eye, the atavism..