She wore only a narrow sporran of blue-birds' feathers to her knees, glistening blue moccasins of the same plumage, and a feathered head dress of the scarlet fire-bird.

Behind her filed the Cat-People, Amochol's hideous acolytes, each wearing the Nez Perce ridge of porcupine-like hair, the lynx-skin cloak and necklace of claws; and all howling to the measure of the little painted drum.

I could feel Mayaro beside me, quivering with eagerness and fury; but the time was not yet, and he knew it, as did his enraged comrades.
For behind the Eries, moving slowly, came a slender shape, shrouded in white.

Her head was bent in the shadow of her cowl; her white wool vestments trailed behind her.

Both hands were clasped together under her loose robe.