Then she seemed to reflect, and stayed it in mid air, so that it pointed at the Khania.

She did not move, she made no sound, only she pointed, and, the angry words died upon Atene's lips, the fury left her eyes, and the colour her face.

Yes, she grew white and silent as the corpse upon the bier behind her.

Then, cowed by that invisible power, she struck her horse so fiercely that it bounded by us onward towards the village, at which the funeral company were to rest awhile.
As the Shaman Simbri followed the Khania, the priest Oros caught his horse's bridle and said to him--"Magician, we have met before, for instance, when your lady's father was brought to his funeral.

Warn her, then, you that know something of the truth and of her power to speak more gently of the ruler of this land.