“Where was I?” came Carlota’s voice.
“Perhaps the sun gave you a touch of sunstroke,” said Kate.
Carlota closed her eyes.
Then suddenly outside the noise of drums rolled again, a powerful sound. And outside in the sunshine life seemed to be rolling in powerful waves.
Carlota started, and opened her eyes.
“What is that noise?”
“It is a fiesta,” said Kate.
“Ramón, he’s murdered me, and lost his own soul,” said Carlota. “He has murdered me, and lost his own soul. He is a murderer, and one of the damned. The man I married! The man I married! A murderer among the damned!”
It was evident she no longer heard the sounds outside.
Cipriano could not bear the sound of her voice. He came quickly to the side of the bed.