It seemed that the murderers would keep them till the end of the feast, indeed I discovered that they were to be offered up at the rising of the sun.

How could I save them, I wondered.

My power was gone.

The women could not be moved from their work of vengeance; they were mad with their sufferings.

As well might a man try to snatch her prey from a puma robbed of her whelps, as to turn them from their purpose.