Resolutely she went at her task.
Taking a bundle of owl's feathers from her wrap, she presented it successively to the six regions, and then buried it carefully in the sand, below where the first cross-beam traversed the fissure.

Again she listened and spied, and creeping forward concealed the second bunch in another place near by.

Then she whispered the sinister prayer which was to give to the feathers the power to do harm.

At the close the drum rumbled again within the cliffs above her, and the chant rose strong and rude.

Covering her head, shaking and shivering with sudden fear, Say Koitza rushed from the spot.