By twelve midnight, the voice of the priest was heard.........Abaga had put out his light like other neighbors. He sat quietly and awaited further development.
Keep indoors, the scared calabash is going to its forest grove. If you spy it, you will die suddenly, if you doubt it is good luck to you.The earth and heaven will merge tonight. Your life is precious if you respect it.
It may be a sacrifice to the calabash if you try any tricks, concluded the priest.
Abaga shivered and remained still at his shout. He had opened his eyes wide before but when he heard the shout of the priest, he closed them.
He did not have the courage to look at the worshipers from the little opening on the roof of his kitchen. The priests and his men left and Abaga came down from his hiding place and went to his sitting room.
Thereafter, he regained his confidence and was angry with himself.
Why did I not look at the thing? It is this self-made fear that is responsible for the stories and imaginary powers of the calabash. I must see it next year, he talked to himself.