The Voice: I know what you want, but are you disposed to serve me also?
The Man: Yes, command me what you want.
Voice: I am going to give you all that you want, but you must make all things that I want. Write your name in your own blood and put the paper in the jar.
The houngan, still chanting, pricks the man’s finger so sharply that he cries out. The blood flows and the supplicant dips a pen in it and writes his name and puts the paper in the jar. The houngan opens a bottle of rum and pours some in the jar. There is the gurgling sound of drinking.
