Part Three
TRIBAL MUSIC

The Entities gather around the chandelier to listen. All the musical instruments in the Shrine are considered sacred, but they relax a little on Saturday night, and a certain levity creeps into their playing.
The Juju Shaker starts with an inviting rattle of its seedpods, and the Shaman Whistle joins with a thematically related gavotte. The Bullroarer hums and whirs, the sacred Teponaxtli starts its elaborate drumroll, the two Ocarinas their courtly duo, the Didgeridoo’s deep notes are as dignified and aloof as the world’s oldest musical instrument should be, the Tcha Tcha, whose day job is to summon up spirits, begins a jig that has some of the nearby Saints tapping their feet, the Slit Gongs (the largest freestanding musical instruments on earth) make musical noises of a sort through the vertical slit in their bodies, though it can hurt like the devil. The Apache Rattle and the Tambor de Mina are—but who is this lurking between the two Slit Gongs?
No one notices at first because it looks like an evil spirit, and they are used to these, especially at night, but no, it is far worse than an evil spirit.
The Atheist is advancing, a determined look on his face.
One of the more highly-strung saints starts screaming.