But, Zinita, I do not believe it.

Death chiefly loves the weak, and if he falls it will be on the Flower, not on the Slayer of Men," and she slipped past Zinita and went on, singing no more.
Zinita watched her till she was over the ridge, and her face grew evil as she watched.

Then she returned to the women.
"The Lily flouts us all, my sisters," she said.

"Now listen: my counsel is that we declare a feast of women to be held at the new moon in a secret place far away.

All the women and the children shall come to it except Nada, who will not leave her lover, and if there be any man whom a woman loves, perhaps, my sisters, that man would do well to go on a journey about the time of the new moon, for evil things may happen at the town of the People of the Axe while we are away celebrating our feast." "What, then, shall befall, my sister ?" asked one.
"Nay, how can I tell ?" she answered.