Daughter of Fortune
“The Indians had come out of their hidden kiva and were dancing in the plaza to the slow beat of drums and the rattle of gourds. Their feathered headdresses swayed with a grace and beauty that made Maria catch her breath.
There was none of the smoke and the fear of the kiva where she had first seen Popeh. There was instead a terrifying majesty about the stately movements of the kachina dancers. Most of the men were painted white. They turned slowly and gracefully, naked except for their white cotton loincloths and enormous headdresses. They were like spirits rising from troubled graves on All Soul’s Eve, wheeling and spinning until Maria felt dizzy and disoriented. She was afraid to watch, afraid to look away.
Luz whimpered and slid toward Maria. She pulled the child closer, speaking softly in her ear. “All will be well, Luz, querida mia, my darling. Diego will not let anything happen to you.” Luz nestled closer and shut her eyes.
Diego remained on his horse, watching the dancers.
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