Terra Nostra - pg. 345

poor solitary and defeated Senora, she seems to be following the road of all our Queens: to be devoured by a Time with a body, a gullet, teeth, claws, scruffy hide, and hunger; they're opening a path for him now, Senor; he's guided by eyes that can see and by his own divining hands, Senor; here comes the flautist, no, no one knows where he came from, or when, or how, or why, only that the page deems him indispensable for the incomprehensible ceremony taking place upon the bed where our Senor has in the past been treated by Guzman for all his premature ills, and where ill, unmoving, he has been able to watch other ceremonies, divine ceremonies, ...