No clothing hid from us any frame.

The cacique had about his middle a girdle of wrought cotton with worked ends and some of the women wore as slight a dress, but that was all.

They were formed well, all of them, lithe and slender, not lacking either in sinew and muscle, but it was sinew and muscle of the free, graceful, wild world, not brawn of bowman and pikeman and swordman and knight with his heavy lance.

In something they might be like the Moor when one saw him naked, but the Moor, too, was perfected in arms, and so they were not like.
We did not know as yet if ever there were winter in this land.

It seemed perpetual, serene and perfect summer.