“I am alone,” she said to Don Ruy. “The others feast this day. I know your words. I come alone; maybe you want that I talk for you.”
“It is true that we all want much talk from you––and perhaps some smiles––eh? But give not another to Juan Gonzalvo––he looks like a mooing calf from the last one he got,––and I warn you that such special happiness––”
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“Peace!” said the padre with impatient authority. “The girl has understanding, and it is best to move warily when the ground is new. Are you the only one who speaks Castilian?”
“No––two more. Ka-yemo the chief of war––He is of my clan. He learn it with Capitan Coronado.”
The men closed around listening––this was the man they had heard of at Ah-ko and at Kat-yi-ti.
“He is the shaman who learned with Fray Luis,” said the padre. “We have heard of him, and of his unsanctified devotion to the false gods. We have come to save such souls for the true faith. And he is now Capitan––eh?”