The children held their breath, for the bulls looked dangerous, and the great horned heads were swinging more and more wildly.
Anthea did not like looking at the bulls.

She looked about the gallery, and noticed that another staircase led up from it to a still higher storey; also that a door led out into the open air, where there seemed to be a balcony.
So that when a shout went up and Robert whispered, 'Got him,' and she looked down and saw the herd of bulls being driven out of the Temple by whips, and the ten Kings following, one of them spurring with his stick a black bull that writhed and fought in the grip of a lasso, she answered the boy's agitated, 'Now we shan't see anything more,' with-- 'Yes we can, there's an outside balcony.' So they crowded out.
But very soon the girls crept back.
'I don't like sacrifices,' Jane said.

So she and Anthea went and talked to the priest, who was no longer lying on his face, but sitting on the top step mopping his forehead with his robe, for it was a hot day.
'It's a special sacrifice,' he said; 'usually it's only done on the justice days every five years and six years alternately.

And then they drink the cup of wine with some of the bull's blood in it, and swear to judge truly.

And they wear the sacred blue robe, and put out all the Temple fires.