'It's obvious they've been renewing the garments and ornaments of the goddess, as they'd seen Bît-Yakin do. Doubtless there's a sealed chamber somewhere where the silks are kept from decay. They clothed the goddess and brought her back to the oracle room after Zargheba had stolen her. And by the way, they took off Zargheba's head and hung it in a thicket.' She shivered, yet at the same time breathed a sigh of relief. 'He'll never whip me again.' 'Not this side of hell,' agreed Conan. 'But come on. Gwarunga ruined m…