She had thrown back the hood of Marcos' military cloak and now set her mantilla in order.

Which was all the preparation this light-hearted bride made for the supreme moment.

And perhaps she never knew all that she had missed.
"I see no church and no houses," said Juanita to Marcos.

"Where are we ?" "The chapel is above us in the darkness," replied Marcos.

And he led the way up a winding path.
The little chapel stood on a sort of table-land looking out over the plain that lay to the south of it.