Taking no heed of what had happened, NYA walked on into the forest.
NYA heard her story, weighing every word of it but saying nothing.
NYA did not stay to listen to them, but walked up the cave and sat herself down upon her mat.
NYA told me, NYA told me—they die as their Tree dies, by fire.
"The burying-place of the Ghost-priests, Lady," said NYA, nodding at the hillocks.
Thus the Indians of Costa Rica hold that there are two kinds of ceremonial uncleanness, NYA and bu-ku-rú.
NYA sent her into no more trances, and to all outward seeming nothing happened.
The ruins of some of the bastions of NYA was made use of for the first stones of the foundation.
"No, do not begin to laugh and cry; it was otherwise fated," and bending down she whispered something into NYA's ear.
So they laid themselves down and slept, but the old witch-wife, NYA, sat waiting and watched them.