Darkness enveloped the valley and oil lamps were lit one by one in wooden houses. Stars dotted the sky, twinkling in the night sky and dancing soundlessly like fairies in the dark. It was quiet all around except for Szlamy’s house. A large group of women surrounded her wooden house, at the door, at the windows and behind the house. 

The women peeked through the cracks in the door, the walls and wormholes, pushing and shoving each other. It was a lively and hilarious scene, and sounds came continuously from the house they surrounded. Szlamy’s voice and the sound of leather slapping on a backside rang out. Szlamy’s noises were erratic - sometimes praising, sometimes begging for mercy, sometimes encouraging, sometimes gibberish and sometimes letting out a cat-like yowl… 

“Amazing!” A young tribes-woman had a shocked look on her face. “It’s been an hour and it’s not finished yet!” 

“Szlamy must be so blissful. I have five husbands but none can compare to her man.” A middle-aged woman had a look on envy on her face. 

“Didn’t Chieftain...