Markus wasn't alone when he entered the pub. With him where F.C. and Lydia. They had finished the excavations and wanted to celebrate them with a pint of Village Lager... And a coke for Markus, for although adventurous, F.C. did not want to get into trouble with Kirsten. Besides, Fred cast a don't-you-dare look at Tanya before she walked to their table, and there was no chance of Markus getting a single drop of alcohol in this pub before his eightteenth birthday.

The three talked about the old Lord, and the upcoming exhibition at the Town Museum. Yet then Lydia mentioned the stone circles.

" Ah yes. I got to see those. I can't tell them I have worked in the Village and skipped the stone circles, can I?", F.C. said, " How far are they from here?".
Lydia shrugged.
" Two miles or less, I'd say. It's not a tremendously long walk."
" Shall we go there?"
" Now? The sun is about to set..."
" It's probably the last day I'm here, so I'm going anyhow."
" Allright then. Do you come with us, Markus?"

Half an hour later, the three of them approached the hill where the Village's only tourist attraction had been for ages. Ancient stones stood black against the red sky, while the sun was sinking behind the hills.
" Do you know more about them, F.C.?", Lydia asked.
" Built in the neolithicum, the stones apparently come from Wales, and no-one knows how they got here. Professor Brown had his theories, but they still have to be investigated. And of course there are the myths, involving giants, elves and what have you, but I supose you know these better than I do..."
" Mysterious, aren't they. What do you think Markus?"
" They're cool."

They came closer and saw they were not alone. A small group of people, dressed in white gowns stood in the middle of the circle, chanting in something which sounded like Anglo-Saxon.
" Oh, great...", F.C. muttered.
" Not a fan of them then?", Lydia asked.
" Well, it's a free country. You won't see me wearing a bedsheet and wreith of daisies though..."
" I think they're pretty cool", Markus remarked.
" Tastes differ. But wait. What are they singing?"
F.C. seemed to listen carefully to the old fashioned tongue.
" Something about the earth goddess and the king marrying", Lydia said.
F.C. frowned.
" Let's hope not! ****. Markus turn around."

Markus didn't seem to have any intention of doing so however, as he stared at one of the pagan women who slowly unwrapped her bedsheet, until she stood completely naked at the centre of the stone circle.

" Are they going to sacrifice her?", he asked.
" I wouldn't call it that."

A man, apparently the leader of the group stepped into the circle too now, raised his hands and began to sing.

But his chant was rudely interrupted, as sergeant Bagheera came running up the hill.
" Now I've got you hippies!", he cried, and he waved his baton around fiercely...