suddenly the little drums broke like a shower of hail on the air, and as suddenly ceased.
In low, deep, inward voices, the guard of Quetzalcoatl began to speak, in heavy unison:
“Oye! Oye! Oye! Oye!”
The small, inset door within the heavy doors of the church opened and Don Ramón stepped through. In his white clothes, wearing the Quetzalcoatl serape, he stood at the head of his two rows of guards, until there was a silence. Then he raised his naked right arm.
“What is God, we shall never know!” he said, in a strong voice, to all the people.
The Guard of Quetzalcoatl turned to the people, thrusting up their right arm.
“What is God, you shall never know!” they repeated.
Then again, in the crowd, the words were re-echoed by the Guard of Huitzilopochtli.
After which there fell a dead silence, in