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At noon Ama sent for us three and when we arrived at her pavilion we found her pale and distressed.
"The Sun-God is angry with my people," she said, "because the sacrifice yesterday was violent and destroyed three faithful priests. A new sacrifice is called for, to placate the terrible deity who rules the heavens and the earth."
We stared at her aghast.
"The Sun-God is angry because you sacrificed to him a helpless stranger, who worshipped a far greater God than your sun," I said sternly. "Listen, Ama: if more of our comrades are sacrificed, far greater harm will befall the Tcha."
She regarded me half fearfully for a moment; then her sweetest smile swept over her lovely face.
"Samsteele," said she, "the Tcha have sacrificed to the great Sun-God for thousands of years, and he has kept the nation prosperous and happy in return. There is no power equal to the power of the glorious Sun, and the Tcha are his favored children. " Her voice softened a little as she added: "If I could favor you, my friends, I would not send your comrades to the sacrifice; but the laws of my land and the jealousy of our great god will not allow me to save them. Shall I peril the welfare of all my people for the sake of a few strangers? Impossible! The customs of seven thousand years must be adhered to; the majesty of our god must be sustained and his just wrath appeased. I cannot help your friends. The sacrifice must take place."
"When? " asked Paul, looking at her with pleading eyes until her own dropped.
"At sunset," she whispered.
"To-day!"
"Yes."
"And who is to be chosen? " I inquired anxiously.
"The two big black men. My priests think they will be more acceptable to our god than the whites. Always when we have sacrificed any of the Itzaex the mighty Sun has smiled upon us."
I drew a long breath.
"Ama," said I, "we will not permit this. The sacrifice shall not take place."
She sprang to her feet, tense and white with anger.
"Shall not? " she cried: "aye, but it _shall_ take place-at sunset this day! I, the High Priestess of the Sun, have proclaimed it, and in the Vale of Tcha there is no appeal from my edict."
She was magnificent in her defiance, but I had no heart to admire her just then.
"If you murder those poor fellows their God-far mightier than yours-will have revenge," I said, trembling between fear and rage, for Nux and Bryonia were very dear to me.
She drew herself up to her full height and pointed at us a slender finger.
"Go! " she said imperiously.