"She won't bite you she's stone," Francis laughed at him in Spanish.
"The Maya gods are never stone," the old man reproved him. "They seem to be stone, but they are alive, and ever alive, and under the stone, and through the stone, and by the stone, as always, work their everlasting will."
Leoncia shuddered away from him and clung against Francis, her hand on his arm, as if for protection.
"I know that something terrible is going to happen," she gasped. "I don't like this place in the heart of a mountain among all these dead old things. I like the blue of the sky and the balm of the sunshine, and the wide-spreading sea. Something terrible is going to happen. I know that something terrible is going to happen."
While Francis reassured her, the last seconds of the last minute for the peon were ticking off. And when, summoning all his courage, he thrust his hand into the mouth of the goddess, the last second ticked and the clock struck. With a scream of terror he pulled back his hand and gazed at the wrist where a tiny drop of blood exuded directly above an artery. The mottled head of a snake thrust forth like a mocking, derisive tongue and drew back and disappeared in the darkness of the mouth of the goddess.
"A viperine!" screamed Leoncia, recognising the reptile.
And the peon, likewise recognising the viperine and knowing his certain death by it, recoiled backward in horror, stepped into the hole, and vanished down the nothingness which Chia had guarded with her feet for so many centuries.
For a full minute nobody spoke, then the old priest said: "I have angered Chia, and she has slain my son."
"Nonsense," Francis was comforting Leoncia. "The whole thing is natural and explainable. What more natural than that a viperine should choose a hole in a rock for a lair? It is the way of snakes. What more natural than that a man, bitten by a viperine, should step backward? And what more natural, with a hole behind him, than that he should fall into it-"
"That is then just natural!" she cried, pointing to a stream of crystal water which boiled up over the lips of the hole and fountained up in the air like a geyser. "He is right. Through stone itself the gods work their everlasting will. He warned us. He knew from reading the knots of the sacred tassel."