Chapter 2 Chapter two

No one gave him a straw mat.The jailer dropped a kettle and three boiled corn in a corner.For two days, he did not move.When Fat Rick came to see if he was still alive, he opened his eyes vaguely. "Lord Jia Boye?" "I'm here, Rick. At last I'm breathing..." "I'm sorry, that day..." Rick made a gesture of knocking on the gavel, indicating that Jia Boye's ankle was accidentally swollen that day.Jia Boye raised one hand, as if he didn't care, then coughed and laughed as if his throat had been torn. "It's just that I thought you were very sensitive. You didn't do it on purpose, did you?"

"No, no, no, Master Jia Boye, I assure you! I didn't even follow the words of Master Enando, so that you can't chew..." The jailer pointed at Shusbadou with his finger.In order to relieve the muscle pain, Jia Boye had already chewed all the coca leaves from his only small bag.In fact, Jia Boye chewed too long, and the coca leaves became a tasteless ball, as if he had an egg in his mouth. "Thank you, Rick. Let me have a rest." Jia Boye said weakly. The fat man propped his neck up and gave him something to drink.Jia Boye could feel his sweat and pungent body odor. It was strange to say that although he was extremely weak and powerless, being so close to people made him feel miraculously real, and he was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes .

He was alone again. He let himself lie down, and the tiredness gradually eased, replaced by bouts of lingering nausea.His whole body was scorching hot, which caused his stomach to vomit again and again, making him tremble continuously, curled up and shrank in the corner, his fingers clenched the iron chain desperately, as if the iron chain could prevent him from disappearing invisible. He was afraid that he would fall asleep.But his body was like a stone tied by a rope, swinging back and forth non-stop, as if some strange imagination tied him, swinging back and forth.The image always followed him, but it was so real, as if he could reach out, making him unable to believe that he was in a dream.

He vaguely saw the red and brown horse stepping into a hole in the desert, which was whiter than cotton cloth, but he just couldn't remember the name of the place.Water kept gushing from the red-brown horse's iron hooves and broken bones.The red and brown horse stared at him imploringly with wide open eyes.He saw himself for a long time, motionless, holding its head tightly with his hands, and the hot sun was scorching him.Then he took out the knife and thrust it into its throat. The blood flowed profusely, so much blood, more blood than any animal's blood, so constant that not even the sun could freeze the sudden gush of blood.A lot of blood flowed out, as if to drown everything.

The sun is so big and big now, standing above the horizon, there is not even a shadow under the sun.Jia Boye wanted to find something to block the sun, so he looked for the horse.But when he cut open the red and brown horse's belly like cutting fruit, he found that he also became a beast that could jump and escape from this place of death. Crazy dreams brought him endless joy.What he lived and saw no longer had any connection with reason.The sun was far away again, softened.The desert is gone. Every time he jumped up, the infinite joy that belonged to his childhood filled his heart.He watched his beautiful cat-like figure bigger than a cat, gliding across the rolling fields and flying over the dusty road.The thick short hair on his sides split the leaves of the tall trees, and he braced himself on the rocks, the huge rocks gently meeting his claws.It's all as if he were a bird and the breeze was his friend, taking him flying.

In this way, he leaped until he reached the blue lake of Lake Titicaca.He lay on his side on the lake and listened to the teaching of the stone god.He saw himself throwing small stones into the air and playing.Jia Boye was shocked to find that the small stone stopped in the air, as light as a feather.The stone god smiled at him.It was a smile that was both welcoming and sad. Jia Boye guessed that there was some kind of expectation in that smile, but the stone god didn't say anything. Then he heard laughter. Anna Maya appeared in all white attire, holding the golden figure in her hands so lifelike, it was almost as if she had come to her side.Ana Maya reached out to him and called to him.

"Jia Boye!" Jia Boye couldn't resist the affectionate shout like singing.Though now a beast, he turned toward her. When he lay down next to her, he realized that the golden statue had long since disappeared.But at this time, Anna Maya was naked, looking beautiful and fragile.He wanted her as much as she would give it to him.She was not afraid of him at all, she put her arms around his neck and kissed his nose and chin, even though he could have eaten her with one bite.She didn't feel uncomfortable when he rested his paws on her. After a long time, they have been immersed in pure happiness and peace, until he found a golden man shining all over his body, like a shining star in the night sky, watching them both in the dark.

Without even moving his lips, he communicated what he saw to Anna Maya.She didn't hesitate for a moment, and disappeared in an instant, leaving him.She won't come back, she can't hear his hoarse shouts, can't hear his heart-piercing howls like a beast, echoing in the valley for a long time. He yelled endlessly tearing at his throat, and suddenly he opened his eyes. Sweat made his tattered clothes cling to his chest.Sour saliva stuck to his mouth.The few kicks he was assassinated in the Gonzalo Square Courtyard had already caused him pain in the forehead, but now it was so severe that he couldn't bear the pain.

After a while, he felt a bone-chilling cold. He didn't know whether it was a dream or he was crazy, but now he actually had the strength to pray to God, praying that he could sleep peacefully before dying. In the morning light, the strong wind brought the coldness of the morning, which really woke him up.Frost fell on the small skylight, announcing the arrival of winter. In the twilight of the morning before daylight, Jia Boye realized that the environment he was in was so unbearable.His gown was dirty and smelly, and was already in tatters, almost barely covering his body.He was in pain all over his body from head to toe.He touched his swollen face with his fingers.The ankles tied by iron chains were torn apart.Although the vomiting has gradually improved, his head is still rumbling, as if his heart is a drum, getting more and more excited with the rhythm.

Jia Boye carefully dipped some water from the kettle on his swollen lips, and finally quenched his thirst.The corn brought in by the jailer two days ago had turned into dried corn.The hunger was so tormenting him that he could hardly restrain the urge to swallow the jerky. It was only then that he discovered that the knocking sound he had heard so far did not actually originate from his forehead, nor did it come from his scarred body.It's the real sound of gongs and drums, and it's getting louder and closer. Consciousness regained consciousness immediately, he opened his ears wide, and grasped the iron chain tightly so that he could lean against the skylight.Just about to find out, I heard the Spaniard outside the prison shouting:

"The Incas! The Incas!" The sunroof is too narrow and the view is limited.At first he saw nothing.Then, frantic shouts rose and fell from time to time.The gloomy morning light outside the window enveloped the entire city in darkness. "The Incas! The Incas!" But standing on the hill to the east of the city, the deafening sound of drums, shouts and roars caught Jia Boye's attention.He saw a piece of ice and snow, and the cold whistling wind was blowing on his face. He believed that the fence or the bushes must have been blown to one side or another by the strong wind, but behind the dense bushes, there must be hidden arms, spears, and square king's banners.The white belly of the sky should have already reflected the figures of thousands of people. The grand Inca team surrounded Cusco, spread over the entire mountain, winding like a python.All night, the wind blew the trees on the highest terrace, revealing the colorful and hissing soldiers behind the trees.The percussion of gongs and drums and the low-pitched music of horns became more and more passionate.The embattled atmosphere caused the Spaniards to flee in panic in all directions in the street. Jia Boye shuddered all over, he had to admire this thrilling scene.Ana Maya and Manco really put the plan into practice.The thrill of revenge warmed his heart.For a while, he completely forgot the threat of the Incas to him, and also forgot the hundreds of Spaniards stationed in Cusco. To be honest, it is an honor to be killed in such a massacre!He would rather die at the hands of soldiers led by Ana Maya than let himself be buried in the plots of the evil Enando and Gonzalo. For hours he did not leave the skylight.He waited minute by minute for the attack that should be about to launch, and he believed without any doubt that it would be a brutal and ferocious encounter. To his surprise, the Inca troops did not attack the city until noon. There seemed to be more and more ranks of Inca warriors, because he could no longer clearly see the colorful gowns, but instead it was a dense and dark mass.The drumming and shouting continued.On the contrary, Jia Boye never heard the shouts around the prison, not even a little movement.Cusco seemed like a deserted ruin. Because of this, when he heard someone move the cross bar of the door, he could not help first froze with fright, and then clung to the chain. It turned out to be a fat jailer, holding a gourd shell in one hand and a mandala in the other, with some corn tortillas and boiled potatoes inside. "Rick!" "Master Jia Boye, please don't welcome me so warmly! I don't deserve your gratitude." "My good Rick, listen, even if it's a demon, I'll treat him well. Because I've never known a man who had to rely on someone else's existence to justify his own existence." "Master Jia Boye, don't talk about philosophy with me. At this time, I can't understand anything. Maybe it will never be possible." Only then did Jia Boye notice the fearful look on his face.Rick checked every nook and cranny of the room, as if any corner might hide an Indian troop.Then he put the things in his hand at Jia Boye's feet. "This should last you for a while!" Rick muttered, "I'm sorry, this is all the food I can find." Jia Boye protested and said: "What! They should try me, not starve me to death!" The nice gentleman is not smiling at all: "You heard it as we did, the natives are coming. You should be glad, because I thought of you before I ran away!" "Are you fleeing? The Spaniards have abandoned the city?" "Oh! Of course not. No one wants to escape, it's too late. But I know there's a place where the Incas can't find me, and I'm going to hide myself!" The fat man approached the skylight and looked over the hill. "Can't see anything from here. Their men are everywhere, and on the plains to the south. They have caught two horsemen trying to cross the line. They have cut off the horse's hooves and the horsemen's heads. It's over!" So Jia Boye thought that Anando was blinded by his own arrogance and contempt for the Inca. "The strange thing is that they haven't attacked at all." The fat man turned around and came down while talking. "As far as I can see, they have other purposes. In short, when they want to attack, it's best not to get in their way." "Rick, something weird happened to me." "What's up?" "I don't want to die that much anymore." The jailer eyed him with astonishment. "Then what can I do? I gave you everything. Don't be angry. What I prepared for you should be enough for you to eat until they attack here. At that time, I said, the one who tortured you should not be It's a matter of being hungry." "So, thank you, Rick." Fat Rick was once again surprised by Jia Boye's calmness and resignation, and his small black eyes were round. "Don't thank me all the time, it's more embarrassing to me than you scolding me. Here you go." He took out a package of things from his dirty jacket and put it in Jia Boye's hand. It was a thick slice of ham wrapped in pigskin.Seeing the oily shine on his hands, Jia Boye salivated.He was about to approach the jailer, but the jailer retreated to the door and turned around. "You're going to thank me again." Rick muttered. "I just want to pray for you, that you are safe and well." The man didn't turn around. "Lord Jia Boye, someone told me that you don't believe in God." "I believe enough to pray for you." When the door was closed again, Jia Boye was left alone again, and his whole body froze. Even when fear seized his limbs, he held the thick slice of ham and murmured something—a prayer, perhaps!

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