It was a cold night, but the fire on the hearth had almost completely subsided, only a few embers remaining.
Through the loophole in the wall an occasional draught of chilly air entered.

Say Koitza clung to her friend's shoulder, shivering and trembling from fear as well as from cold.
In the centre of the dark room Shotaye had placed a few ears of black corn, and on them two bundles of owl's feathers, each tied to a chip of obsidian.

She had also brought along some bark of the red willow; this she pulverized in the hand, and made into two cigarettes with corn husks.

At that time tobacco was unknown to the Pueblos, and red willow-bark was the only thing used for smoking, while smoking itself was not a relish but exclusively a sacrifice.
Handing one of the cigarettes to her friend, Shotaye directed her to light it and then puff the smoke successively to the six mythical regions.

After this she was to cast the glowing stub on the pile of corn and feathers.