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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?"
"Invisibility," Diana said, "or incognito?"
"Oh," Forrester said. Then he added: "You're asking me?"
"Of course I am, kid. Now, look: this is your celebration, remember? You're Dionysus. Got it? Even in my presence, you act the part now. You ought to know that."
"Well, sure, but--"
"Keep this in mind. These people haven't had a Sabbatical Bacchanal in seven years. Every seven years they get to see their God--and this year you're it. Right?"
"I guess so. But--"
"No buts," Diana said. "You're the boss and they're your worshippers. That's all there is to it. Now, you've got to make up your mind. What'll it be?"
Forrester thought. "Well," he said at last, "I guess it had better be incognito. With this crowd, there's too much likelihood of getting bumped into if we're invisible. Right?"
Diana grinned. "That's the boy! You're thinking straight now!"
Forrester had the sudden feeling that he had just passed another test. But he didn't quite dare ask about it "All right," he said instead. "Let's go."
He put his mind to work conce