The Chappa'ai whooshed open. Wandering villagers jumped back in surprise. The ring of the Gods rarely opened unless a God was coming, but no Jaffa stepped out. Old women muttered that trouble was afoot. A young boy, approximately fourteen, dropped his bag of manure, stood in front of the portal and stared.
Nothing happened. No one moved. No one spoke.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. And then...
A small white ball shot through the shimmery surface and struck him squarely on the forehead. He wobbled a moment then fell backwards.
Later, the villagers would swear they heard a distant cry of 'fore'.