The lurid glow of the sky was overcast and haste was needed ere the night and perhaps the storm, came. Since it was voted that Pu-yé be the shelter, Tahn-té exacted that only the north dwellings be used––the more sacred places were not to be peered into by strange eyes!
A Te-hua guard was stationed at the ancient dwelling of the Po-Ahtun. Near there alien feet must not pass. Where the ruins of ancient walls reached from edge to edge of the mesa’s summit, there Te-hua guards would watch through the night, and signal fires on Shufinne mesa would carry the word quickly if help was needed.
A Navahu captive from Kah-po came with men of Kah-po, and was left at Pu-yé. Juan Gonzalvo 257 stationed his own guards, having no fancy for sleep with only painted savages between his troop and danger. Ka-yemo for no stated reason lingered near, and watched the Castilians, and watched Yahn Tsyn-deh;––so sullen and strong had grown his jealousy that here in the hills––apart from the padre, he dared think what could be made happen to the little cluster of white men if the Kah-po men would join Povi-whah for battle,––and if––
Under the eyes of Padre Vicente no such thought would have dared come to him,––but he had brief wild desires to win by some stroke, a power such as Tahn-té held without question. Let the Castilian whisper “sorcerer” ever so loudly, yet the old men of Te-hua would give no heed without proofs––and who could make proofs against Tahn-té?
The words of the governor had cut deep––and Yahn who was of the Tain-tsain clan, would rage if the clan gained not credit by the war chief,––and Gonzalvo the man of iron,––would then take her to himself––and––He walked apart in rage. From the ancient dwelling of the Po-Ahtun he could hear the chanting of a war song. Tahn-té was invoking the spirits of battle––Tahn-té it was who had seen the vision of warriors and started scouts to the hills;––on every side was he reminded that Tahn-té the priest––was looked upon as Tahn-té the warrior heart!
The Castilians would go back to their own land with that word to their people, and to their king;––and he, Ka-yemo,––would have no mention unless it should be of the weeds pulled in the corn!
His heart was so sick and so angry that he could almost hear the laughter if he returned without honors:––but one man should not laugh!––He did not know how it would happen that he could have the Capitan Gonzalvo killed––but that man should not laugh with Yahn Tsyn-deh!
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