After a time another door opened, and a good-natured-looking friar came in with a lamp in his hand, and conducted us upstairs to his cell.

I think our friend was the sub-prior of the convent.

His cell was a very comfortable bachelor's apartment, in a plain way, vaulted and whitewashed, with good chairs and a table and a very comfortable-looking bed.
We sat talking with him for a long while, and heard that the fair next day would be attended by numbers of Indians from remote places among the mountains, and that at noon there would be an Indian dance in the church.

It is not the great festival, however, he said.

That is once a year; and then the Indians come from fifty miles round, and stay here several days, living in the caves in the rock just by the town, buying and selling in the fair, attending mass, and having solemn dances in the church.