She wore a bright-colored, loosely-fitting bodice, a skirt to match, and sandals.

Her long black hair was arranged in tails, of which there were seven on each side of her face.
She was short and stout, and perhaps thirty years old, and though in early youth she might have been well favored, her countenance now bore the impress of evil passions, and the sodden look of it, as also the blood-streaks in her eyes, showed that her drink was not always water.

At the same time, it was a powerful face, indicative of a strong character and a resolute will.

Her complexion was bright cinnamon, and the three or four women by whom she was attended were costumed like herself.
On entering the room the three caciques went on their knees, and after a moment's hesitation Gahra followed their example.

I thought it quite enough to make my best bow.