Hilola was chosen as one of three to participate in this ceremony. This was a great honor. One woman was quite old, Hilola apparently represented the middle-aged, and a young girl, representing youth, made up the trio. All had a cincture of woven cloth covering their pubic region, otherwise they were nude. Ramon felt that his heart would explode. The idea of Hilola bared for all to see made him feel, not jealous or even embarrassed, but proud. She was stunning, with skin bronzed to nearly the color of her Indian companions, her golden locks tied in the custom of the maidens, with great blonde rings of plaited hair resting on either side of her head. She stood solemnly, without her usual ubiquitous smirk, as she copied the solemnity of her female companions. She was offering the respect due the situation at hand.
They eventually stood in a line, in a corner of the kiva, after much singing and dancing and recitation by the shaman. The bald priest approached each one. Taking in a mouthful of water colored with yellow pigment, he blew a fine mist over the face, neck, shoulders, and breasts of each woman. He then grabbed up more pigments of many colors and, with his fingers, decorated them over the yellow groundwork he’d previously applied by mouth.
For the rest of the night, the three women stayed with the shamans and Ramon, dancing as the men chanted and sang. It was exhausting and exhilarating. The fatigue caused by the constant utterances and dancing put them all in a dreamlike state and only after the sun came up were the two lovers finally reunited in Ramon’s apartment. Allingham: Desperate Ride