Up among the Ossetians on the high saddles you'll find true Pagans who worship trees, sacrifice blood, and offer bread and salt to the nature-deities." "Still?" asked O'Malley, sipping his wine. "Still," replied Stahl, following his example. Over the glasses' rims their eyes met. Both smiled, though neither quite knew why.
Whether he slept with the Aryan Ossetians upon the high ridges of the central range, or shared the stone huts of the mountain Jews, unchanged since Bible days, beyond the Suram heights, there came to all his senses the message of that Golden Age his longings ever sought the rush and murmur of the Urwelt calling.