art thou, bright watchman? And the down-star answering: It is I, the Morning Star, who in Mexico was Quetzalcoatl. It is I, who look at the yellow sun from behind, have my eye on the unseen side of the moon. It is I, the star, midway between the darkness and the rolling of the sun. I, called Quetzalcoatl, waiting in the strength of my days.
“The Father answered: It is well. It is well. And again: It is time.
“Thus the big word was spoken behind the back of the world. The Nameless said: It is time.
“Once more the word has been spoken: It is time.
“Listen, men, and the women of men: It is time. Know now it is time. Those that left us are coming back. Those that came are leaving again. Say welcome, and then farewell!
“Welcome! Farewell!”
The old man ended with a strong, suppressed cry, as if really calling to the gods:
“Bienvenido! Bienvenido! Adios! Adios!”