Thenhavingbeencleansedandclothed，I
wasledintothesanctuaryofthegodQuetzalandstoodfacetofacewiththehideousimagethere，staringatthegoldencenserthatwastohavereceivedmyheartwhilethepriestsutteredprayers。
ThenceIwassupporteddownthewindingroadofthepyramidtillIcametoitsfoot，wheremycaptorthecaciquetookmebythehandandledmethroughthepeoplewho，itseemed，nowregardedmewithsomestrangeveneration。
ThefirstpersonthatI
sawwhenwereachedthehousewasMarina，wholookedatmeandmurmuredsomesoftwordsthatIcouldnotunderstand。