Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven

"Sometimes, I feel like Kadari throws a stone again, making time stop." Jaboye said. "Who told you he wouldn't do that?" They laughed at the same time, Anna Maya's palm slipped over Jia Boye's.In front of other people, that is to say, except at night, they have to carefully avoid contact all the time, but sometimes she likes to catch him unexpectedly, causing him an unexpected pain, and a flash of trembling all over his body.In this world, they walked through one rock after another every day, like going to a cool spring, to the temple of the twin brothers, or shuttling through the straight rows of Kelegah barns.

In fact, it is their footsteps that lead them where they are going, because wherever they go, their love is everywhere and it grows every day. Jia Boye was fascinated by these days. Some days are like staying in a quiet church, quietly admiring the pure beauty, looking at the blue sky, and listening to the sound of the wind.Some days, on the contrary, they talk incessantly, pouring out everything, everything... They switch from one language to the other with ease, without knowing it, intoxicated by each other's words. Yet, whether in silence or in conversation, he felt his heart expand day by day.

Of course, in her blue eyes, there is always a secret that he does not know. Sometimes, her eyes will pass a melancholy cloud for no reason, hiding a secret.But he didn't ask anything, just to understand the deep meaning in her words; he was no longer that jealous and suspicious lover, not that innocent soldier.Yes, he felt that he had become a man—not that he became wiser overnight, but that no matter what the situation, he became much calmer.He searched for an exact word to describe it, and to his surprise, the word that slipped across his lips was "happiness". Fragments of his past life beat him like waves: an abandoned childhood, a hot-blooded teenager, Mrs. Fang Sijia, being in prison...freedom, dreams of glory, the desire to be famous...he found that he had never let " The thought of happiness" touched his heart.However, to him, the dream of happiness seemed too fragile to be fully believed.Only when he closed his eyes, bathed in the warm sunshine, and enjoyed the moment of Anna Maya's company, did he feel that all this was much more beautiful than the meager dreams he had in the past.

"Cougar, are you dreaming?" "No matter which of us is dreaming, the other must be in the dream." They were halfway up the hillside, and under their feet was a flat and long trapezoid formed by connecting square courtyards in the city. On a higher place, there was a whole row of quarries and the site where the great temple was built. Since the last time, Jia Boye has often seen Great Temple, always think of the far-reaching words Kadari said to him.Directly opposite was the portrait mountain, the mountain he had discovered at sunrise the day he was with her.He often came to this mountain to understand its mystery.Because Ana Maya didn't tell him all the stories about her, and he didn't know that she had been with the Inca king at his deathbed, and her lips were always tightly pressed whenever she touched the secret hidden in her heart.Because of the thoughtfulness born of loving her (maybe it's just an illusion), Jia Boye doesn't bother her with problems.

"Close your eyes," she said. He obediently obeyed like a child.While Anna Maya gently caressed his hand, she silently asked him to forget all about the war through telepathy, and followed her to a place beyond desire and senses, into the world of water and rocks.His body relaxed and she felt him giving himself completely to her. There was so little she could say...he had to go through the journey himself, there was no other way.When he reaches the finish line, he will know what she knows, and when the time comes, those answers will be for him to say.But before, she could only point out to him the rising and setting of the sun and the positions of the stars, hoping that he would be able to fly with the wind and flow with the water.

"Now, open your eyes." Jia Boye rubbed his eyes, as if he came to the world for the first time. "So, what do you see?" A childish smile bloomed in Jia Boye's eyes. "I see that I love you, my love, love so much, love you so much!" "Don't be naughty, cougar! Be serious and tell me what you see?" "What I see is what I would see with my eyes closed: dancing spots of various colors, approaching the light source of the sun, a stronger light, very hot...Although you told me not to think about anything, but I I saw myself riding on a white horse, and felt stones, bows and arrows whistling past me..."

Anna Maya's heart was pounding. "Someone picked me, didn't I? Is that what you want me to believe?" "I can't give you any answers right now, Cougar. When the answers are in your heart, you know everything you need to know." "What kind of riddle are you talking about!" "What I know is also understood through the mystery. And it is myself, flying my body to thousands of things, to sort out the mysterious truth..." "Then take your body," Jia Boye said while suppressing a smile, "come to me, then you will find..."

Anna Maya gently leaned her lithe body against him.He closed his eyes again, but this time the pure happiness would not be fleeting, he felt her dependence, her reserve and her enthusiasm.All he could think about was love.He threw his arms around her quickly, but she jumped away. She stood and turned to look at the Kelega barn, watching the porters unloading the mandala filled with green and golden corn. "This morning, Vera Omar had another conflict with Manco..." Jia Boye's face sank.War... They rarely talked about war, but they couldn't pretend that things didn't exist. It was this war that made it almost impossible for them to see each other again. It was this war that he didn't dare to ask about the war, and he even Feel free to fantasize about one morning when the news of the end of the war comes and everyone dances around Okepata Square...

"Does he still want to make me a human skin drum?" "He accused Manco of not ordering the capture of Cusco earlier, and of not concentrating on attacking Cusco, but sending troops to attack your Pizarro's reinforcements. In the end, Pizarro's support was successful... He said, unless there is a last stand, This battle is about to be lost.” "What about Manco? What did he say?" "Manco is a fighter. Although Gonzalo humiliated him, he did not dampen his ambition at all..." "But that doesn't mean he can win the war." "He will fight to the end, even if he is doomed to lose."

"Then you, what do you think?" Anna Maya avoided Jia Boye's eyes and looked into the distance. "I believe the war will end one day." A slight wry smile appeared on Jia Boye's face. "Even if I don't know any secrets at all, I also know that the war will always end." "Even I, keeping these secrets, am the most ignorant of men. Cougar, but I know that the end of the war will set us both free. Though it may be a long, long time..." Anamaya crouched down beside him, snuggling herself up against him, resting her head on his neck. "Shh, stop it," he whispered.

A row of quarry workers passed in front of them. Although these quarry workers were very shy, Jia Boye still felt that they were watching him and Anna Maya.When he was about to get up, Anna Maya held him down and stopped him. Yes, Kadari did throw the stone and stop time; but she saw the stone fall, too fast to the ground. Before the heralds arrived to report to Manco, the one and only king, the news had already traveled across the mountains, like the rolling waters of the Wilcamayor River, and spread throughout the valley. Some of the soldiers of General Gino Ubunche's army, under the command of the proud App Kisby, returned triumphantly with spoils so numerous and dizzying: Spaniards' weapons, clothing, and even their horses... …the captured captives will also arrive in a few days. Songs, drums and bugles sounded to celebrate victory throughout the valley.All the workers stopped their work to witness the grand occasion of the victor's arrival.No one dared to touch the mountains of weapons carried on the shoulders of the porters without authorization. They looked sacred, as if they were the sedan chairs of the Inca king. There were a dozen or so horses, surrounded by twenty or so terrified soldiers, who seemed to be surrounded by a rope made of human flesh to restrain their direction. When the news reached Manco, he wanted to meet the returning army with several palace ministers in person; he also asked Jia Boye to accompany him in the imperial sedan chair, and Jia Boye followed the imperial sedan chair without realizing it. What an honor Manco bestowed upon him. They came to the walls of the castle of Shucanna, and waited for the army to come.Even Vera Omar had arrived, but he stood far behind, silently, with hostility and contempt in his heart. "I want to check the usage of these things with you," Manco got off the sedan chair, and said to Jia Boye with a smile, "I want to know the way your people live." "Lord Manco, I'm not sure if these things are useful to you." He finally said something. "As far as I am concerned, I think these things should be quite useful to me. I don't quite understand what you mean, maybe you can explain..." Fortunately, just as Jia Boye was feeling very embarrassed, the noise of the army had already approached from far away. When Apu Kisby bowed his head at Manco's feet, all the court ministers quietly approached the spoils on the stretcher: there were long swords, shields, spears, high helmets, iron shirts, leather corsets, There are even artillery...everything startled Jia Boye and recalled the chaotic fragments of war in his deep memory.If he had ever forgotten how long the war lasted, this time it all jumped out of his memory vividly. After the army, came the porters on foot, unpacking their packs, and two stretchers of all sorts of grotesque but vain treasures, which had been transported across the sea from Spain for two years: brocades , silk, high-grade woolen cloth, in addition to wine jars, canned food, and other food.There are even live pigs. Their stern screams and faces made the Indians look disgusted, but they still tried to pretend to be indifferent. The most amazing thing for everyone is the horses.Jia Boye still remembered that not long ago, some people guessed with doubts and doubts that the knight and the mount were one body, and they could go to the world and charge into battle.He recalled the fear in the hearts of the people of Atahualpa and the fear of the Inca kings in Cajamar... Most of the Indians here did not have the opportunity to approach the horses, because the Spaniards strictly prohibited them from approaching the horses, just like those They are not allowed to approach steel weapons, otherwise they will be punished with death.Therefore, being able to capture a few horses was a great victory for them and something to be proud of. "What did you say?" Manco asked. "Although it is not enough to pay for Atahualpa's sacrifice," Jia Boye said objectively, "but you should be satisfied." Manco could not help smiling at the conqueror's cautious speech, then turned away, motioning the general to his feet. "Apu Kisbi, tell us about this victory, and say it loudly, so that everyone present can hear clearly the glorious deeds of our Inca soldiers." "The army led by the loyal General Geno Ubunche of the sole king encountered some seventy foreigners, both cavalry and infantry. They were fully armed and were ordered to support Cuzco. We followed them For several days, they didn't notice. After the foreigners crossed the high desert of Huetala, we waited for them at the pass where the Pompa River flows through the two mountains. Then we threw stones at them, and most of them were not dead. To die is to be wounded. Those who are not dead are captured. We escorted them here, as well as the horses. This is what everyone sees.” The soldier was inarticulate, his words faltered and stuttered, his hoarse voice had no lingering effect, and he never took his eyes off the shoes on his feet. "Vera Omar, did you hear that?" Manco asked, obviously very happy. The wise man didn't say a word. "There's other good news," the man added. "Say!" The man panicked and hesitated. "The only king's general, Geno Ubangchi, has learned that another Spanish army is approaching. With the help of Andi, the general is also planning to annihilate them in one fell swoop. But we also learned news from the south..." Manco's eyes lit up.The south, that is the army led by his brother Paul, under the pretext of supporting the direction of the one-eyed Dick de Almagro's southward march.Manco thought that his younger brother should have heard the news of the attack on Cusco, and was killing his "new friends" at lightning speed, returning to the Inca capital to participate in the war of the general uprising. "Is my brother coming to join me?" "Yes, the only king. But..." "But?" "...But he has been following Almagro's army, and since he left, he has continued to give Almagro's army all assistance. In addition, although several battles on the way have the opportunity to give foreigners Hit, not only did he not order it, he even colluded with them." "Collusion? My brother? If you hadn't brought the good news of Keno's victory, I would have cut off your lips and cut off your tongue. Let's see if you dare to say such insulting words!" "I see, you'll have to cut off the lips and tongues of many generals, Manco!" Vera Omar's words caused quite a commotion, and they were both direct and angry. "We all know that the agreement between you and Paul exists only in your imagination..." "It's absolutely impossible, my brother can't betray me!" "Manco, you are right. He doesn't need to betray you at all, because he has long since ignored you. It's just your own innocence and cowardice that prevent you from seeing the truth clearly." Manco trembled with anger. "Shut up, you deceitful wise man. I'll spare you for the sake of my father, King Wanya Kapac, and what you've done for me in the past, or I'll crush you with my own hands because of your bad words. Dead bodies." Vera Omar didn't say a word, but kept his eyes on Manco.Jia Boye's heart beat faster.This was the first time he had witnessed a violent conflict between the Incas, and he felt that their confrontation with each other was not good for the future of the Incas.The war came to him earlier than he thought, and he felt that the war never let him go. In a rage, Manco walked to the first few stretchers piled with weapons.Takes a sword from it and swings it freely: "I've heard, Vera Omar, I've heard stories of massacres. I also know that when we let them kill us, we're like unarmed children. I've also heard of Atahualpa and Huascar I swore that it would never happen again. Before my brother Paul and the one-eyed man left, we made a bond of blood and swore that this would never happen between us. Happened... Now that we have captured their arms for the first time, surrounded them in war for the first time, will defeat them, we see the fear in their eyes, the real fear, and at this time, you are here with I talked about my cowardice and even fabricated rumors about my brother!" Manco twirled the sword in the air and pointed it at the sun. "With our swords, and theirs, I will strike them down. I will beat them to pieces in the woods, on the plains, on the rocks and in the salt water, and I will Defeat them and annihilate them in one fell swoop, I will offer them as sacrifices to our gods, so that our land can regain peace and revive its former glory!" Manco said nothing more.After a moment of silence, the crowd began to whisper.Manco put down his weapon and walked over to the horse.Those people immediately dispersed and fell to the ground. "I want to ride their horses," Manco said in a suddenly calm tone. "Who will teach you?" Jia Boye asked. "you."