There the waters rise, There the winds are born.
But also, sudden touches of passionate warmth and the peculiarselfless generosity of
the natives.
The Indians had come in from all the villages, and
from far acrossthe lake. Kate paid her boatmen and shook hands
withthem.
Butthe pavement was still good, and the benches
were still more-or-less sound.
My Mother is old like a sinkingmoon, the old bone
of her can weep no more.
She was suitably impressed, for it was a
new-looking, imposingstructure. We are the Treewith the fruit forever upon
it.
Only, perhaps, a little smoother, heavier, softer
than theshoulders of the younger men. More and more men were drifting in from the
plaza.
Shetook food from the basket, and ate a little
lunch, and dozed. Then the dark sun reached an arm, and lifted Quetzalcoatl into
thesky.
And they both will recover fromdeath, during the
long long sleep.
It wasplaying again and again the peculiar melody
Kate had heard atfirst. All was still and motionlessin the light.
Kate could seenothing for the mass of men in big
hats.
Sometimes on the little bare patches high up on
thedry hills were white specks; birds? It isnt broken, but it is rather out of
repair. But it was her soul more than herbody that knew fear.
Beside him stood another man holding a banner that
hung from alight rod.
Near the wall was a clear circle, with the drum in
the centre.
Jesus is going home, to the Father, and Mary is
going back, tosleep in the belly of the Father. And yet, Kate told herself, both
these men were manly fellows. They were passing the island, with its ruins of
fortress andprison. With the house went a Mexican Juana with two thick-haired
daughtersand one son. Till I saw beneath me White breast-tips of my Mexico My bride.
In Mexico you do not run into people accidentally. And theylooked at her with a
touch of regret as they left. Fifis far more ladylike than the reckless flappers;
andfar more nervous, wincing.
No, men in their white cotton,peons hoeing. There
were manyterrors, but the two regnant were bandits and bolshevists. Handsome, he
was, and quiet and seemingly self-contained.
It was of thedark, strong, unbroken blood, the
flowering of the soul. And now she realized as plainlyas if she had turned into a
new being, that this was not so. She will give you drink, and heal you, and lead you
to theland of God.
It is in contact with the world, but the world has
got a very weakgrip on it.
When the snake of your bodylifts its head, beware!
And now theplace was a ruin, repellent, full of scorpions, and otherwise emptyof
life.
The Indians had come in from all the villages, and
from far acrossthe lake.
Juana was obstinate and reckless; she had not been
treated verywell by the world.