Chapter 8 chapter eight

Jia Boye's hands were tied behind his back, and his feet were tied with a thick agave rope, which made it difficult for him to move. At the same time, there were more than a dozen soldiers guarding him day and night.He has been walking like this for about three days. After being arrested, Jia Boye was first taken to a smoky and overgrown mountain, where there was a small village with only a few simple houses built of soil blocks, where he was imprisoned for more than a month.An old woman fed him, but neither the old woman nor the guards who watched over him answered any of his inquiries.As the days went by, he lessened his attempts to escape, and bit by bit he sank into numb indifference through the frenzy of battle.His fate is now the same as before, it is beyond his control, he no longer fights against fate, he has almost expected that the result of his acceptance of fate will be a dead end.It's not that he didn't think that they should have killed him long ago, but they didn't seem to care much about driving him along the road.

They had come to him at dawn three days ago, and signaled that it was time to go.The guards looked at him, showing a kind of indifference, but there was curiosity about him hidden in it, and there was no doubt fear. Jia Boye could hardly talk to them.At sunset, he heard them talking in low voices, but he was so exhausted that he didn't have the energy to hear what they were saying. He seemed to wake up from a dream. In the past days, he seemed to be possessed by the devil and lived: he wholeheartedly sought revenge from Gonzalo, then the prison caught fire, then the miracle of invulnerability, and then the capture of the tower... The past events are vivid in his memory, And won the admiration and admiration of his compatriots, but he felt that all this seemed like an imaginary plot, as if he had participated in a theatrical performance, and the protagonist of the performance happened to wear his mask and play his role.He himself seemed to disappear during this time, not even a shadow.When he is now walking with his hands tied behind his back, unable to walk along the valley of the mountain pass, he finally returns to his true self, but it doesn't feel good.

If Jia Boye couldn’t see the strong, intertwined muscles on the calves walking ahead, let alone the porter who disappeared among the bundles of Kinuya further ahead.It seems that the original wide road of the Inca has suddenly turned into waves of pastoral fields under the howling wind.Jia Boye pretended to exhale air from his lungs, blowing the bunches of Kinuya up and down; Jia Boye blew again, and the Kinuya formed another wave.His way was both sudden and absurd, and he just wanted to laugh. "I am the master of Chinua!" he shouted in Spanish. "I am the owner of the golden corn!" Then he blew on the corn again, blowing hard, as if his lungs were a big sheepskin bellows.The Inca soldiers looked at him, gripped their spears, gripped their slings, and thought: Is this prisoner crazy?Only then did Jia Boye stop his absurd behavior, seeing them laughing and coughing non-stop.

Along the river valley, the river bed is getting narrower and narrower, with a cliff on the left and right, and the fortifications at the foot of the cliff have been completed.The river twisted and twisted from one cliff to the other, from one fort to another.Hundreds or thousands of people in race shorts were fortifying the fortifications.Men in the first few rows carried huge stone blocks, while other teams moved up walls and skeletons in an apparently organized manner. But when the soldiers pushed Jia Boye across the shallow water to cross the river, Jia Boye caught a glimpse of a magnificent terraced field, and on the terraced field stood a majestic building that could not be called a castle or a temple. Without diminishing its attractive charm.He knew now that to the Incas it made no difference whether it was a temple or a castle.

He watched with bated breath. Yet at the same time, out of nowhere, there was a certainty, mixed with excitement and painfully, that he was going to see her soon. At sunset, the wind picked up and brought a cool breeze.Passing through a series of square roads with neatly arranged stone blocks, the gate leading to the courtyard along the road is tall and narrow, and the gate is covered with a very steep roof made of thatch. Seeing such a bustling scene, Jia Boye couldn't help but feel dark. surprised. This is a city that is still under construction, and everyone is busy working diligently. When they talk, they use the Kaiqie language that Jia Boye has mastered quite well, but occasionally mix it with Chari and Puccina. Of the two dialects, Jia Boye could only tell which language it was.Many of these people have never seen a foreigner, so when they saw Jia Boye's messy blond hair and the beard that had not been shaved for several weeks after the war and captivity, they tried their best to restrain their surprise , does not show up.Ever since the soldiers escorted Jia Boye into the urban area, they held onto him tightly, preventing him from escaping from the crowd.

They stopped at the gate of a quadrangle guarded by two Inca guards wearing earrings.Just as the Spaniards used to designate Inca nobles to guard the door, these nobles wore huge earrings, which were usually made of gold in the past. Since the defeat of the Spaniards, most of the earrings have been replaced by wooden products. He was roughly pushed into this house that looked like a private house.The inner courtyard was full of soldiers, and women stood behind them, some of them busy cooking, and some clustered at the bottom of the inner courtyard, near another staircase leading to the next courtyard.In the middle of the inner courtyard, he quickly recognized Manco; he was sitting on Diana.Beside Manco, the bony, thin-lipped Vera Omar sat on a stool slightly lower than the king's seat.Although the ostentation was not more grand than before, the young king exuded authority and solemnity. However, his temperament was not exuded because he was once crowned in Okepata Square in Cusco.Jia Boye couldn't help being awed by Manco's gloomy and strong willpower.The puppet king who was supported by Francisco in the past has taken on a completely new look.Manco was facing Jaber Ye, the fighter who had nearly captured the Temple of Sacsayhuaman, and the army he belonged to was gradually taking Cuzco.But Jia Boye did not see Anna Maya.

There was a heavy silence all around. Jia Boye's eyes wandered from the Inca wise man to the Inca king, and then from the Inca king to the Inca wise man.He himself had learned not to break the silence too quickly, and he tried to read the messages from the faces instead of preempting them.Finally, Vera Omar was the first to break the silence. "Damn this foreigner!" he said loudly, standing up from his status stool. He spit out phlegm calmly and said this sentence.All the people present were too frightened to move rashly. "It was he who ordered the attack on Saksay Huaman, and because of this guy, many of our fighters died on the battlefield. It was because of him that the royal family of Kuji Valpa died. Foreigners claim that their magic is higher than all of us God of God, and their God bless him... all monsters! Let's dismember him, send him back with his head, and skin him to make a human drum, and let them know we God is more powerful than their so-called God! We should have killed him a long time ago, but it was because of our cowardice that we failed to do so..."

Vera Omar turned to face Manco, obviously pouring out the resentment that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time, and continued his unfinished words: "...It's this cowardice that made us lose our chance. We must beat these bastard foreigners all over the place!" No one had ever dared to speak so publicly in front of Manco.Jia Boye knew that this was an insult to him, but the strange thing was that when his life became the subject of a quarrel, he felt a sense of relief in his heart, and he seemed to be just a bystander of his own fate.His tone was calm, his eyes fixed on Manco, completely ignoring the wise man, Jia Boye replied:

"I care less about my life than you do. My people have long wanted my life, but God, or should I say luck, let me escape... You want to kill me because I have done The same thing as these soldiers? Then kill me! I have no right to say that this decision is wise, or cruel and unreasonable, because my statement will offend your gods and our gods!" Manco never spoke.He seemed almost out of it, lost in his own thoughts.Vera Omar continued to curse: "Brother Manco! Let us deal with him! Herald to our people and our gods the long-awaited and glorious victory!" "This man can't die."

Manco said it word by word, and no one looked at it.Vera Omar seemed to get angry for a moment, and had no time to react.After a moment, he raised his arm and pointed at Manco.But before he opened his mouth to insult the Inca king, a group of people had gathered at the gate of the quadrangle.At this time, two messengers ran across the inner courtyard, sweating, and kowtowed in front of Manco. Inca king said: "you say." The older of the two messengers reported to the Inca king without looking up: "One and only lord, we have come to report to you the good news of our victory. We have annihilated a foreign support force which their generals sent to support the foreigners who were besieged by us in Cusco, but we succeeded slew many of their men and horses, and captured their arms and horses. Sole King, these tributes are about to be delivered, to the glory of your greatness!"

Manco remained calm until Jia Boye walked into the gate of the square courtyard. At this moment, Manco finally spoke slowly: "Vera Omar wise man, by now you know that you can win without violence." Vera Omar's face was as livid as the coca leaf juice dripping from the corner of his mouth, but he said nothing more.He didn't ask the Inca king to leave the table, he walked past the stunned soldiers, pushed away the women who blocked his way, and quickly climbed up the stairs leading to the courtyard next door. When he reached the last step, He wrapped his body tightly in a long gown, turned around and said: "Manco, I will not forget that we all come from the great father, King Vanya Capac, and we are all his people. I will not forget that you are the son of the sun. Andy, he dutifully shines the sun on us every day. But are you determined to let night hang over each of us?" At his defiant insult, the soldiers were about to step forward, but Manco stopped them with a gesture, and said: "Let him go! The wise man is no longer a wise man, he is dizzy with anger and hatred, and what he says are nothing but noises from his mouth! So am I," he continued, looking at Jia Boye, "Foreigners let I was humiliated, they wanted to rape my wife, they treated me like a slave, no more than a dog...but I remained silent, helped by the secrets hidden in the mountain gods and our gods, I Waiting for it, to fight this decisive battle that must be won..." Manco's voice became louder and louder as he spoke. Everyone started talking, and soon the noise became louder and louder, echoing throughout the courtyard. After everyone calmed down, Manco said, "Let me be alone with this foreigner now." He stood up abruptly, and some maidservants hurried forward to sweep the floor in front of the king's feet. Manco pushed them away, approached Jiaboye, and took his arm.The people present couldn't help screaming, but the Inca king remained unmoved.He dragged Jia Boye into the room with the largest space and extraordinarily gorgeous decoration. Except for the entrance, no sunlight came in.The walls were inlaid with niches containing animal figures of gold or copper. "You know why I am so lenient to you?" Manco said coldly. Jia Boye did not hide his surprise: "No, King Manco." "However, her name will always make you unforgettable." In the dim light, Jia Boye saw the flames in Manco's eyes... For a while, the Inca king seemed to be full of intelligent silence, but at this moment, there was a little bit of anger and resentment in his eyes.Manco continued: "Anna Maya is your life. If I didn't know how important you are to her, you would have no chance to approach me. You would have been reduced to ashes long ago, nourishing the fertile land of our country..." "I understand, King Manco, but I know that what you said to Vera Omar was from your heart! You can hate me, but you can't stop me from admiring you." "Foreigner, listen up, I am the king of the Inca! You'd better not forget that unless there is my will, you won't even have the chance to see me... Even your feelings are controlled by me!" Jia Boye tried not to let himself tremble, and said slowly: "Then you at least let me keep the one thing you can't take from me: silence." Manco didn't answer.Immediately he turned and left, and when he was passing through the door curtain, he looked back at Jia Boye for the last time, and said: "Puma!" Jia Boye felt his disdainful tone, "Now, here comes a puma!"

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