chapter 28 the women gathered , drawn from every direction , migrating like the winds , calm winds , stillness and calm but thickas carrying something , like the congested wind of summer carrying pollenawareness : also aware , that they were coming to celebrate in terms of ritual , not as to happiness or sadness , though both would be there but to call each other forth , a gathering like at a church , as in the olden sylvan grove where the gods and goddesses gathered and gamboledbut now gathering alone ... without the gods ... here , tonight , celebrating the absence of one such godhim , her husband ... frank : disappeared .