She pointed toward the sun and counted on her fingers.
The premier holy man, satisfied that he understood Kathlyn's gestures, turned to the justly angered villagers and explained that with his aid their priestess would, in five suns, recreate Vishnu in all his beauty.
Instantly the villagers prostrated themselves.
"Poor things!" murmured Kathlyn.
The holy men sent the natives away, for it was not meet that they should witness magic in the making.

They then squatted in the clay court and curiously waited for her to begin.

There was a well in the inner shrine.

To this she went with caution.

The lion was evidently foraging in the jungle.