Sybella as soon as the curtain fell behind her began a monotonous chant. Moving slowly with shuffling side-long steps around the cradle, sang:
“Awake, my Tu Konk, awake and listen;
Hear my story;
My blood long gone to white dogs;
Daughter, granddaughter, all gone to white dogs;
One drop left to me now gone to white cow;
Tu Konk, Tu Konk, awake and avenge me.”
Manuel saw something move beneath the covering in the cradle.
“Awake, Oh! my Tu Konk;
Awake and avenge me!”