The sun peeped up behind the volcanic heights in the east, casting a glow over the summits and crests that rise above the Rio Grande in that direction.

The Tetilla stood out boldly, crowning the black ridges with its slender, graceful cone.
Shotaye strolled down the Rito.

A few people were about; but regardless of these and what they might think or say, she wandered along past the dwellings of the Eagle clan.

What if Tyope should see her?
"Let him see me," she thought; "let him become convinced that I know nothing, that I rest easy, without any suspicion whatever of the dreadful fate he has prepared for me.

Later on he may find out that his former wife is more than a match for him." She went on and on, and passed the big house.