NAKED but for a G-string, rough sandals, a bit of hide and a buffalo headress, a savagewarrior leaped and danced to the beating of drums. Encircling fires, woman-tended, sentup curling tongues of flame, lighting, fitfully, sweat- glistening shoulders, naked arms andlegs.Distorted shadows, grotesque, mimicking, danced with the savage and his fellows. Abovethem, dark and mysterious and weirdly exaggerated by the night, loomed the GrampianHills.