Blood, water of life,
Give it to drink again—
For the red field is dry
And nothing grows.”
As he rubbed and sang the maiden stirred and moved and sat up. And taking the third arrow he put the notch to his lips and the barb to her side and drew with a strong breath, and the buried shaft grew long and longer from her side, until it fell upon the ground. So he drew the second shaft, and it, too, came away and left her.[36] Then he laid the arrow of power against her side and the wounds were no more there; and she rose and took the hand of Pablo to her little mouth and breathed on it, and looked up at him with timid eyes, but Pablo sank down and knew nothing, for his strength was done.
When he woke, the Sun-Father was high over the gray ruins. Pablo found himself upon a bed of dry grass, in the shadow of the wall; and near him sat the old man who was last of the Hoo-máh-no, watching him with clear eyes. A low, sweet voice was crooning a sleep-song in his own tongue; and from behind a jutting wall peeped forth a little moccasined foot.
“Sleep! Sleep! It is good!
Sleep the Moon-Mother gave—
She that bought us the night,
Paying her sight to buy!