Topanashka arose and joined the dancers; the Tapop stood beside him, and both stamped along, keeping time as if they were young once more.

The singers were reinforced by several aged men with snow-white hair, three of whom wore dark wraps, sleeveless and covered with red embroidery.

These were the chief penitents; those without badges or distinctive dress, the principal shamans of the tribe.

A thrill of excitement ran through the spectators; children on the roofs gathered in groups, moving in harmony with the strong rhythmic noise below.

The jesters had become very quiet; they went about gravely keeping order, for the court was now filled with performers.