No; not yet!" She raised her hands, and pressed her fingers against her temples.

"But I feel her--I feel her coming! Not yet, Kamaiakan! not so soon!--Do you know him ?" she suddenly asked, throwing back her hair, and fixing an eager gaze on Grace.
"Know who?
Kamaiakan?
Why, yes----" "No, not him! The youth,--the blue-eyed,--the fair beard above his lips----" "What are you talking about?
Not Harvey Freeman!" "Harvey Freeman! Ah, how sweet a name! Harvey Freeman! I shall know it now!--Tell him," she went on, laying her hand majestically upon Grace's shoulder, and speaking with an impressive earnestness, "that Semitzin loves him!" "Semitzin ?" repeated Grace, puzzled, and beginning to feel scared.
"Semitzin!" the other said, pointing to her own heart.

"She loves him: not as the child Miriam loves, but with the heart and soul of a mighty princess.

When he knows Semitzin, he will think of Miriam no more." "But who is Semitzin ?" inquired Grace, with a fearful curiosity.
"The Princess of Tenochtitlan, and the guardian of the great treasure," was the reply.
"Good gracious! what treasure ?" "The treasure of gold and precious stones hidden in the gorge of the desert hills.

None knows the place of it but I; and I will give it to none but him I love." "But you said that...