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EE A — LavugHING Boy 2493 with his right hand, to show the four-ocinzs with-three-points design. But it was not thas Ze sign, it was not the bow-guard he made at T'- Tlakai, it was that one he made at their ho ogahn. the one with stars-following. He said out loud, ‘This is the one I made when she was weaving. I will not sell it.’ He felt the thing on his right wrist; it was the thin, gold circlet. He saw her hand and arm under the blankets, he saw the tomb in the dusk, and her face as he bent over it, so still. His in- turned torment was obliterated by the memory of that exalted agony. He remembered her last kiss, and her voice, and the mound of her blankets and jewels above her. His arms clutched about his knees, his left hand closed around the foreign bracelet, and he began to weep, tears pouring plenteously. As though they were rain on the desert, a coolness spread through him, a sense of majestic beauty. He threw his arms wide, looked up, and began to pray, ‘House made of dawn light, House made of evening light, House made of dark cloud, House made of he-rain...’ The old man was gone, and the Hunger People and all the rest. He stood up, stepping back from