A tremendous shout sounded from the outer entrance to the gallery leading into the court-yard of the great house.

The chant arose stronger and louder than ever before, and several drums rumbled at once.

Again were the terraces filled with people, the walls below lined with spectators.

Topanashka sat on the roof, cold and impassable.

Say Koitza leaned in the doorway of her home, with a quiet, almost smiling, countenance.
A long array of couples, dressed as before but painted red, opened the procession; then came the Cuirana, and last the Koshare.