Sixty silent seconds passed and then the watching priest chanted: "Lo, the Lord of Day passeth." Suddenly from the temple doorway into the full radiance of the setting sun, now gilding the brilliant company gathered on the pyramid's summit, stepped the new ruler, resplendent in the flashing green of jade against his crimson body, his cloak of glossy jaguar skin gleaming in the sun, his form swathed in a shimmering mist of green, the swirling tendrils of quetzal hanging from his headdress.
