As the dance concluded, the pounding of feet and sonorous chanting gradually faded.
The people of the Wild Bull Tribe gathered around the roasted ox. Lulu stood before it, holding a small knife, and gently pressed it against the animal's belly.
Applying gentle pressure, he slowly slid the knife in. It sliced open the hide, and fat began to ooze down the blade, dripping into the fire pit below and sending up a few sparks.
With steady, practiced movements, Lulu widened the incision bit by bit until it was large enough to fit his hand.
Then, taking a deep breath, with a look of reverence in his eyes, he slowly reached his hand into the belly of the beast.
After rummaging around for a moment, he pulled out the roasted heart.
The heart was deep in color, glistening with a slight sheen of oil and emitting a tantalizing aroma.
