They stole a bull from the white man Rabie. The bull's name was Rooiland. They slaughtered Rooiland for a great feast. They drank from the horns: Kilikijan the blood, Nongoloza the gall. They made a print of the law on the hide. On Rooiland's. That's the law. And that law survived, even when heaven and earth split - when Kilikijan smashed the stone tablets and the 27's walked one path and the 28's another.
A prison cell. Four prisoners. A fluid, inchoate world. A ritual of blood and sacrifice. Everyday prison violence inflates to a conflict over universal issues.