He had never forgiven the Shaman, you see, for that old story about the Corn Maiden.
She put on her Shaman's dress and about the middle of the day the Cacique of the Sun sent for them.
He was older than I, but he was also fat, and for all his Shaman's dress I was not frightened.
I had the power of a Shaman, though the Holder of the Heavens had not yet spoken to me.
All this, ...