So he and his made a pact with the Shining One's messengers.
"When next the moon was round and poured its flames down upon Moon Pool, the _Taithu_ gathered there again, watched the child of the Three take shape within the pillars, speed away--and out! They heard a mighty shouting, a tumult of terror, of awe and of worship; a silence; a vast sighing--and they waited, wrapped in their mists of light, for they feared to follow nor were they near the paths that would have enabled them to look without.
"Another tumult--and back came the Shining One, murmuring with joy, pulsing, triumphant, and clasped within its vapours a man and woman, ruddy-haired, golden-eyed, in whose faces rapture and horror lay side by side--gloriously, hideously.

And still holding them it danced above the Moon Pool and--sank! "Now must I be brief.

_Lat_ after _lat_ the Shining One went forth, returning with its sacrifices.

And stronger after each it grew--and gayer and more cruel.

Ever when it passed with its prey toward the pool, the _Taithu_ who watched felt a swift, strong intoxication, a drunkenness of spirit, streaming from it to them.