Shotaye would not listen to refusal or excuse.

Now or never, she commanded.

She repeated her former assertion that the charm could not hurt Zashue as long as he was not guilty.

For a long while the women sat arguing the matter; at last Say Koitza yielded, and promised to comply.
Night came, and the people of the Rito went to rest.

The moon rose behind the lava-ridge of the Tetilla; the rocky battlements of the cliffs shone brightly above the gorge, whose depths rested in dark shadow.