“Now the bird,” said Ramón.
The man quickly took the long piece of iron: it was the rudimentary form of a bird, with two feet, but as yet without wings. He placed it in the centre of the inner circle, so that the feet touched the circle and the crest of the head touched opposite.
“So! It fits,” said the man.
Ramón stood looking at the big iron symbol on the ground. He heard the doors of the inner entrance: Kate and Carlota walking across the courtyard.
“I take it away?” asked the workman quickly.
“Never mind,” Ramón answered quietly.
Kate stood and stared at the great wreath of iron on the ground.
“What is it?” she asked brightly.
“The bird within the sun.”
“Is that a bird?”