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Scienti Snaps, v. 1, issue 1, January 1938
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THE LIVING IDOL By Henry Haskel Hunter "Oh great Akha, lord of life, master of death, accept this sacrifice in the name of ....." Stima, brawny fighting-man of Babylonia, stared with contempt at several prostrate figures mumbling strange incantations before their hideous god. As his eyes lifted, became fixed upon the idol above them. he suddered involuntarily. The bloated figure seemed almost alive crouching there. Its eyes seem to gloat over its worshipers, gloat as a man would over a tasty dish. Stima turned toward the door. His curiosity appeased, he desired to stay no longer. As he passed through the great entrance arch, his eyes fell by chance on a girl, a priestess, hurrying into the temple. "By Molach!" he breathed. "Never have I seen such a woman." He stopped, followed her with his eyes into the chamber of Akha. Shrugging his shoulders he walked down the broad stairway, muttering softly to himself. "Won't do to get mixed up with a priestess." Several beggers turned to stare at the strange fool who talked to himself. Stima paid them no heed. He strode on slowly thinking of many things, his thoughts constantly returning to the beautiful girl-priestess. 6
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THE LIVING IDOL By Henry Haskel Hunter "Oh great Akha, lord of life, master of death, accept this sacrifice in the name of ....." Stima, brawny fighting-man of Babylonia, stared with contempt at several prostrate figures mumbling strange incantations before their hideous god. As his eyes lifted, became fixed upon the idol above them. he suddered involuntarily. The bloated figure seemed almost alive crouching there. Its eyes seem to gloat over its worshipers, gloat as a man would over a tasty dish. Stima turned toward the door. His curiosity appeased, he desired to stay no longer. As he passed through the great entrance arch, his eyes fell by chance on a girl, a priestess, hurrying into the temple. "By Molach!" he breathed. "Never have I seen such a woman." He stopped, followed her with his eyes into the chamber of Akha. Shrugging his shoulders he walked down the broad stairway, muttering softly to himself. "Won't do to get mixed up with a priestess." Several beggers turned to stare at the strange fool who talked to himself. Stima paid them no heed. He strode on slowly thinking of many things, his thoughts constantly returning to the beautiful girl-priestess. 6
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