All the young women of the village. That must be part of the rite of passage for women here. No one comes. At last, I force myself to climb onto the great stone altar and look inside the sacred cabin. The door swings open.
Strange objects hang on the walls.
I step in. I've been here before, solved it before. I can't see the answer, though I know it tells us where to go to solve the crisis. I let my instincts move me around the cabin, hoping unconscious memory will guide me to the right spot. A horizontal gray metal bar with upturned ends that are beveled inward, two lenses set in at a 45 degree angle, the whole thing looking like a phone with periscope lenses instead of speakers.