Dancer's been very quick to take on this task and is quite the negotiator."

There was one more important reason that brought Ms. Asuka to walk up to Kizu's house on the north shore of the Hollow. Among the people who registered were those with no previous or present connection with the church, she reported, but who were cancer patients or family members of those who were too ill to make the trip. They wanted to be cured by Patron-or at least have him agree to try-and also hoped to hear directly from Kizu about his miraculous experience.

It would be impossible to have Patron do anything like that while the conference was in session, and Kizu couldn't be asked to participate in all these small-group meetings. Patron wouldn't be participating in the press conference the following day, but could Kizu attend and say a few words?

He couldn't say no.

Ms. Asuka did everything with great enthusiasm. Undaunted by the heat, she was dressed in short-sleeved khaki work clothes and high laced shoes.

She also talked about how she'd been allowed to videotape the Fireflies' pro- cession scheduled for that evening.

"Asa-san told me that the Fireflies are children who carry lanterns with candles in them, and other children carry extra candles, and they all climb up into the woods with some object that a soul has been transferred into, which they lay at the base of a selected tree. These small lights moving through the forest are hard to see, and it would take a lot of time, so I'd given up on trying to film it.

"But what happened was the Maki police and fire department said they wouldn't allow children to play with fire like that, so Gii drew up a revised plan, and they were given the go-ahead. Which also made it possible to video- tape it. I can really see why Ikuo expects great things of Gii!"

The twilight sky was still brightly reflected on the lake's surface, though the woods were completely dark, when Kizu heard Dancer's voice from speakers on the island in the middle of the lake giving an explanation of the Young Fireflies. Kizu sprayed insect repellent all over his arms and legs, turned out the houselights, and sat down in front of the open window to watch the proceedings.

Before long, as the sky was just losing its reddish tint and the chapel, monastery, and dam sank into the gloom, two groups of children, one quite young, the other junior high age, appeared in front of the reviewing stands, where they put lighted candles inside lanterns. As they descended from the stands, illuminated by the lanterns, the bobbing lights flickered on the lake's surface, drawing a sigh of admiration from the crowds of onlookers on the darkened shores.

The two groups with their lanterns made it safely up the stairs from the dam. Just as they were about to step onto the flagstone path, though, the lan- tern lights disappointedly vanished. A sigh went up again from the crowd, along with laughter. A moment later, though, lights reappeared, the same lanterns as before, it seemed, on the slope in back at the same height as the chapel roof; they moved horizontally toward the east, dipping in and out of view in the thick foliage. As soon as it seemed they'd vanished completely in even denser foliage, they'd pop up a few moments later at the same height, farther along the course they were taking to the slopes of the east bank, like some persistent beast moving in the night.

Fellow Fireflies no doubt awaited them farther down the path they all followed in their morning training sessions. The leader of the whole proces- sion, situated in a spot where he could see all the proceedings-Gii, who had crossed over to the island with its cypress tree-would signal to all the kids on the ubiquitous beepers junior high school children all carried, and have them remove the covers from their lanterns and set off once again.

Kizu was interpreting the proceedings this way when the Fireflies pro- cession turned to the north slope and left his field of vision. He groped his way to the kitchen, opened the fridge, found a can of beer in the lighted inte- rior, popped it, and returned to his chair. As he drank, he waited for the pro- cession to arrive back at the dam and again make its way to the reviewing stands. Gii must have found it too simple to have them settle the soul at the base of a tree way up in the forest, everything taking place in the dark.

Even though the lanterns were far away, whenever they disappeared the dark forest and lake slipped back into monotony and the passage of time slowed down. As the crowd surrounding the lake looked up at the movement of the lanterns cutting across the north slope and descending ever lower, an occasional child's shout could be heard, but otherwise no loud voices at all.

The crowd of onlookers wasn't just being patient, but awaited further devel- opments with an air of great expectation.

High up on the eastern slope a cuckoo called out, and another cuckoo answered. A kyororon-kyororon melody of some other bird Kizu heard quite often recently-a call that reminded him of a Vivaldi guitar concerto- echoed loudly across the still lakeside.

Finally the lanterns began to ascend from the north corner of the dam.

The young children holding the lights, and the junior high school pupils with them, lantern light glittering in the high water along the shore, marched on toward the reviewing stands. They turned their backs on the lake as they began to climb up the wooden stairs above the reviewing stands, and after a moment of darkness, the space above the stands was filled with the light from all the lanterns held by this crowd of children. Right above them was a banner, illu- minated by their lanterns, that read: Church of the New Man.

Music came from the speakers on the island, a melody Kizu recognized as Morio's "Ascension," parts 1 and 2. The burst of applause of the onlookers at this display of light quickly faded out of respect for the subdued music.

Lights went on in the chapel and the monastery, and the lamppost outside went on as well. It was already past nine.

2

Friday night's Fireflies procession was a resounding success. From early Saturday morning on, the people who gathered around the Hollow were abuzz with talk of how much they'd enjoyed it.

Ogi was in charge of public relations for the conference, so he heard a lot of these opinions from people outside the church. One fiftyish man from the Old Town introduced himself, undaunted, as someone who'd been active in the movement opposing the move of the church to the Hollow, and came out with the following ambiguous words of praise: "I asked the deputy mayor why they allowed a procession like that carrying fire over such a wide area, and he said that although it was well planned by some young guy, the important thing was that one of the young people from the fire department was in charge, so they couldn't very well call a halt to it! You all are very calculating in what you do, which I find rather frightening!"

On Saturday at 9 A.M. a press conference was held in the dining hall of the monastery for all reporters, including foreign correspondents. Dancer got in touch with Ogi, underscoring her desire for all the leaders of the church, with the exception of Patron, to attend. Dancer herself would be busy at the office, responding to faxes and e-mails and anything unexpected that arose, and wouldn't be able to participate.

Ogi was to be the emcee at the press conference. The church represen- tatives all sat together, their backs to the window looking out on the lake. Ogi was in the middle, Kizu on his right, and next to him was Ikuo, thin and haggard, who sat with his chair pushed back a little. He looked as if he wasn't planning to make any comments but, if need be, was ready to help out.

Next to Ikuo sat Dr. Koga and Mr. Hanawa of the Technicians, while on Ogi's left sat Mr. Soda, Ms. Oyama of the Quiet Women, and finally Gii.