"Please don't touch the altar--holy hands, only holy hands." Zaida was excited. Just being in the room brough her a deep sense of pleasure. "A temple is the place for reciting meaningless words to Odev who isn't listening anymore. Here is the place where the answer lies. In each one of us there is a god waiting to be set free. All we need is the key to the power." Zaida ran the back of her hand over the white linen cloth that covered the table and looked at Jack to see what response he would make.