circle.
“I love that!” said Kate. “What is that for?”
“It is one of Ramón’s; they are Quetzalcoatl’s colours, the blue and white and natural black. But this one is for the day of the opening of the flowers, when he brings in the goddess who will come,” said Cipriano.
Kate was silent with fear.
There were two scarlet sarapes with a diamond at the centre, all black, and a border-pattern of black diamonds.
“Are these yours?”
“Well, they are for the messengers of Huitzilopochtli. Those are my colours: scarlet and black. But I myself have white as well, just as Ramón has a fringe of my scarlet.”
“Doesn’t it make you afraid?” she said to him, looking at him rather blenched.
“How make me afraid?”
“To do this. To be the living Huitzilopochtli,” she said.
“I am the living Huitzilopochtli,”