Chapter 2 Chapter One
"I love you!" Annamaya whispered into the gray morning light of Cajamar.The night has not yet left, but the smoke curling from the thatched roofs has turned blue.
Anna Maya was alone.
She walked lightly and left the palace where Atahualpa was imprisoned.She drifted away, like a black shadow, into the narrow path that wound in the crest of the slope above the square.In no time she was at the river and the path leading to the Royal Mile.
"I love you!" She repeated in the Spanish that Jia Boye taught her: "I love you!"
The ease with which she learned the languages spoken by the Spaniards amazed everyone, rulers and Indians alike!However, in the eyes of Anna Maya's tribe, this move caused everyone to doubt her past.Everyone was talking behind her back again.
It doesn't matter!
She ran half-dodged along the houses, against the dark walls, dodging the guards watching the palace of Atahualpa and the ransom room full of gold, silver and jewels.
Just looking at these precious treasures seems to be enough to intoxicate those who won the Battle of Cajamar, and even dared to arrest King Atahualpa.As if gold could give them power they never had!
For Anna Maya, such predatory behavior only left a deep, unspeakable pain in her heart.
But they are greedy.In order to fill up the huge ransom room, Mr. Enando Pizarro even searched for the Pasha Kamak Temple, which is located far away by the South Sea.Because of his delay in returning, Governor Francisco Pizarro sent Jia Boye and several cronies to search for his brother's footprints.
Jia Boye... She let his name echo in her heart, the echo was so strange and gentle... She remembered the face of this foreigner.His hair is as soft as light, his skin is very fair, and there is a mark on his shoulder that looks like a puma. This mark connects the relationship between the two, and one day she will tell him about this mysterious relationship.
Jia Boye is not greedy for gold.More than once, she saw him indifferent to the gold in front of him, and even hated the ecstatic expressions of his companions when they touched the gold leaf.
Jia Boye couldn't bear the fact that his companions beat up the Indians indiscriminately, or tied them up and killed them for trivial matters.
Jia Boye once rescued the only king from the knife.
Ana Maya recalled what Atahualpa had said when he still had the authority of the sole king.On the eve of the great battle, when he saw the foreigners for the first time, he murmured to himself: "I like their hair, but I don't know what they are like."
She could also say as he did: "I like one of them, the one who came across the ocean for me. But who they are, I don't know."
She climbed the first few slopes of the Royal Mile and then slackened her pace after clearing the high walls of Cajamar.Those houses with earthen walls appeared intermittently.At this time the first rays of dawn shone on the slopes of the hills, awakening the fields of corn and wheat, swaying gently in the morning breeze.Occasionally, the figure of a farmer can be seen, and his body is already covered with crops, which are clearly reflected in the gradually whitening sun.Anna Maya's heart was full of reluctance and tenderness.She almost impulsively wanted to rush to the man's side and share the weight on his back.She thought about the pain her people had endured.
Her people!Now, that strange child with blue eyes for a long time, that little girl who is too tall and too thin, finally understands that all the people living in the Inca kingdom are her "clan".They spoke different languages, dressed very differently, and ostensibly worshiped the same gods.They often fight each other, and they still have the fighting spirit in them.However, in her heart, Anna Maya still regards them as brothers of the same blood.
By the time she climbed to the top of the mountain, the sun was already high in the sky.The sun reflects off the swamp, slowly moving towards the endless grasslands, and then climbs up the hilly land that hides the trail to Cuzco.
Every time she returns to this place, Anna Maya can't help recalling a string of memories.At that time—not so long ago—the whole steppe was covered with the white tents of Atahualpa's invincible army.The only king, defeated his inhumane brother, Huascar, known as the madman of Cuzco.
Over there, on the other side of the slope she was on, was the heat of the hot springs.In this hot spring, she once rested and fasted for a long time to thank her heavenly father Anti.Ana Maya was short of breath, her heart clenched, recalling—as if these memories stayed in her skin from the beginning to the end—the invisible time that announced the imminent arrival of foreigners.In those few days, everyone laughed at her, and in those few days, her worries and fears grew day by day.Then, that evening he appeared, without warning, he, Jia Boye.Handsome, unbelievably charming!
She didn't want to think about other things.The only king, Atahualpa, is now imprisoned in his palace like a ghostly shadow, and all the temples have been destroyed.
This is the will of the sun god.
These were the terrible last words of the late Inca Vanya Kapac, who came to meet her in the form of a child:
The old will be destroyed, the big will be broken, and the strong will no longer be strong—this is Pashaguti. ...some will die, and some will grow.Don't you worry about yourself... you should be yourself.Don't be afraid, in the years to come, the puma will always be by your side!
In this way, from the underworld, the old Inca king announced to her the demise of Atahualpa and the arrival of Jaboye at the same time!
In fact, ever since Anna Maya kissed Jia Boye's lips, ever since she kissed the strange mark on his shoulder, there were many things that puzzled her.Many feelings, many emotions are flowing through her body at this moment!Despite the struggle, it still hurts, like a living mountain lion tearing at her heart with its claws.
For example, the meaning of "I love you"; Jia Boye insisted on teaching her to say this sentence, and even got angry because she always listened carefully and smiled, but refused to repeat it after him!
And the secret: how could one of these foreigners, an enemy, be the puma who would always be by her side?
Anna Maya walked slowly towards the end of the vast plateau on the hilltop.Standing on a stable slope, she wrapped her body in a cloak and lay flat on the still wet grass.She turned her eyes to the peaks of the high mountains in the east, gazing at the rays of the rising sun.
Ana Maya closed her eyes, letting the sun caress her lids and wipe away the tears that flowed from her eyes.Just as the sun scorched her cheeks, what her eyelids saw under the stimulation of the strong light was Jia Boye, that very handsome foreigner, with fiery eyes, a childlike smile and gentle demeanor.
Those words were still on her lips.She whispered in his ear, like a pair of hummingbirds, they could fly off the ground at the same time: "I love you!"
When approaching Kahamar, Jia Boye couldn't help sprinting with all his strength, stabbing the horse with spurs desperately.He rode fast and was at the forefront of the team.His heart was boiling with excitement.Since the dispute with Anando, he has not closed his eyes for three nights.He gazed at the stars for three nights, or stayed up all night with the sentinels who guarded the camp or the halfway station.But today, it will all end.
He will join her.
After a while, he can stand in front of her blue sky-like eyes, and touch her lips that are sweet and soft enough to melt him, forgetting all the troubles in the world.In eight kilometers, he could see her tall and thin back, which was unique among Indian women.The thought of all this made him very excited.
He also hoped that she would be safe during his absence.When he left Cajamar, it was rumored that Mr. Francisco's old partner, Almagro, was coming, with horses and retinue...
He shivered with joy, but if he had been more daring he would have yelled away his fear.
He passed the stretchers carried by the Indians, on which were some of the heaviest things, including large gold vases, gold statues, gold chairs, and gold temple walls.Gold, gold!Gold everywhere you look, in wicker baskets, animal skin bags, and pack saddles wrapped in blankets!All the porters were crushed in two by the heavy loads on their backs, and the llamas were also crushed by the gold and silver treasures.The whole team walked slower and slower, as if starting from Jauha, all the teams were crushed by Peruvian gold and silver...
Some people say that these are just some of the selections: it is rumored that these treasures are nothing compared to those that are about to be transported back from Cusco. Meng Ge, went to this place to perform a survey mission.
All the time, these Spanish cavalry are always watching.Their faces were tense, their black eyes were wide open, and although the Indians obeyed, they still did not let go of any commotion.Jia Boye didn't know them very well, because they were all Ainanduo's henchmen.The hatred between him and the governor's brother has long been an indisputable fact...the mutual confrontation locked him in the cold hatred.The elder brother of the governor with a red feather on his head, used his scheming more than his wisdom to try his best to kick Jia Boye away.
When he walked to the sedan chair of the two high priests of the Pasha Kamak Temple, Anando thought he had completely controlled them, and a familiar voice said to him:
"Is it urgent, my lord?"
Jia Boye immediately tightened the reins.Turning around obediently and gracefully, his horse leaned against Sai Batian.This tall black man has become his only and trustworthy friend from the moment they created great deeds together.After twenty days of walking, the horses were not only a rarity, especially since Enando had forbidden him to lend their mounts to a terminally ill Indian who had died only two days before they left Pasha Camac.
The insults continued in the ears of the pair of friends: "Hey, nigger! What's wrong with you? Did you forget that only men with swords are eligible to ride horses? Don't think you kicked Indian's ass, you You have the right to consider yourself elevated to a human!"
Jia Boye knelt down in front of the horse's neck, holding the warm palm that Sai Batian stretched out to him.Although the black giant has no horse to ride, he has a brand new leather coat that is as soft as his second skin.His boots were studded with fabrics from Spain to Cajamar, in the latest Castilian styles: bulging leather with green, red, yellow or light blue rips, velvet and satin There are even a little bit of lace on the laces that tightly bind the upper.
"Where are you going so fast?" Sai Batian asked.
"This place stinks to death," Jia Boye cursed, and glanced at Enando's guards. "I need some fresh air."
The black giant smiled slyly at him:
"Oh... I thought you had... more important reasons, so you were so anxious!"
Jia Boye smiled.
"Actually, what else is there besides wanting to tell the Governor about the results of the mission as soon as possible?"
"Actually, I don't think there is anything else."
Sai Batian nodded, closed his mouth, and stopped joking.Jia Boye's eyes fell on the top of the high mountains surrounding Cajamar.A few months ago, this strange landscape was full of murderous intentions.Now, on the contrary, he has become kind, even friendly.Of course, it also contains the most beautiful oath in the world.
Suddenly, Jia Boye took off the horse armor on his right foot and jumped down to the ground nimbly.He led the horse with one hand, and wrapped his other hand around Sai Batian's shoulders, leaning over and said to him, "You're right," he lowered his voice, his eyes sparkling, "I'm in a hurry, but with that It doesn't matter to the dirty brat Anando..."
"So?"
Jia Boye vaguely gestured to embrace the mountains.
"She says she can't marry me. She's one of the priestesses of the old religion of the family, so she can't marry, not even an Indian. But..."
"but?"
"...But I love her. Fuck it, Sabatian. Just thinking about her makes my whole heart explode like a bomb, like I never knew what love was like."
Sai Batian laughed out loud.
"Like me, friend, love several people at the same time. One here, one there, and there will always be someone who truly loves you. Sleep gently with one here, and kiss passionately with the other there... Then, you will know what It's called love!"
Jia Boye sat on the horse again accusingly while laughing.
"Sometimes, buddy, I wish you'd stop joking."
Sai Batian smiled slightly, but his eyes were as dark and melancholy as his skin.
"Me too, sometimes I wish so. But then..."
"What happens next?"
The whole procession went slower and slower, longer and longer, and then stopped completely. At this time, they were approaching the last mountain pass above the gate of Cajamar, and the Royal Road suddenly narrowed.
"What happens next?" Jia Boye asked unwillingly.
Sebastian shook his head.He made a gesture, asking Jia Boye to ride forward quickly.
"I'll tell you later when you're not in such a hurry."
The rhythmic sound of blacksmithing that woke Anna Maya from her dream was not her own heartbeat.What she heard were the trampling of men and horses on the ground.She half sat up and ducked behind the acacia and agave hedge near the Royal Mile.
A group of llamas were quietly grazing on the grassland near her, and then ran impatiently to the grassy slope on the other side of the mountain pass.The peculiar clink of the Spaniard's iron weapons echoed in the warm, humid air.The uproar grew louder and filled with laughter, words, and the thump of wooden shoes on stone slabs.
She guessed they came from behind the undergrowth of the slope.The spears and colorful feathers of the cavalry regiment first came into view, then the sullen faces covered with beards hidden under the helmets, the Indian porters, and the Spaniards walking slowly behind, a whole road A long procession led by the governor's brother appeared.
Ana Maya gasped for breath.She searched him with her eyes.
It's a pity that she searched hard for the faces, costumes and helmets of the cavalry regiment, because Jia Boye didn't seem to be among the crowd who climbed the mountain pass.She couldn't find his black coat or his reddish-brown horse with a long white spot on its rump.Nor did she see the one he kept on around his neck to "keep the color of her eyes on him" - as he put it - allowing her to recognize his blue from a distance as usual scarf.
Anna Maya's fingertips trembled involuntarily.Her heart was beating rapidly.She was deeply ashamed of the fear in her heart, but she pulled up a clump of low weeds anyway, willing to risk being discovered, so that she could see better.
Finally, the shadow of the blue scarf appeared, flashing past, behind a sedan chair.At the same time she glimpsed the red-brown horse.She couldn't help smiling.
Then the smile froze on his lips.
Her eyes did not follow Jia Boye, but stayed on the curtain of the sedan chair.She recognized the pattern and the colors, the diagonals of the rectangles and triangles that made blood red and gold and sky blue.
It was the sedan chair of General Charguccima, the bravest of Atahualpa's warriors.
The foreigners finally persuaded him to come and visit the prison of the one and only King!What kind of traps and what kind of betrayal methods did they set up? ... Now the great generals of all Atahualpa's henchmen will be their prisoners.
Anna Maya saw Jia Boye passing by the sedan chair, looking like he was protecting the sedan chair.Her heart was no longer racing with joy at seeing him.Her joy was clouded with some sorrow.
She knows how things are going to play out.She knew, better than anyone, what would become of the one and only King.
A scream made her turn away.On the other side of the pass, a small group of cavalry was struggling up a steep slope.The first Spaniard, Doge Francisco Pizarro, was at the forefront, dressed in black, with a gray beard resting on a strange white cloth full of holes.He was followed by Almagro, who was small and thin, on a stallion that was too big for him.His face looked terrible: one eye was covered with a green cloth strip; the skin on his face was scarred and unevenly cracked, with blood-red spots everywhere, which could not be concealed by a light mustache; The lips are thick and the teeth are sparse.When he spoke, however, there were times when his voice was very soft, almost plaintive.
There was another loud scream in the air, and then there was a lot of screams and laughter, and they all raised their spears and rammed each other.When the cavalry regiment in the procession came within a stone's throw of him, Don Francisco sprang nimbly from his horse, and with open arms, he faced his brother.
Before they could even hug each other, Anna Maya had already climbed the tall grass and ran back to the city along the steep sheep trail.
The slopes on the passes became increasingly difficult for the horses.Jia Boye held the rein tightly to his chest, and carefully led his mount.The stone bricks on the ground were not slippery, and the porters were all walking to and fro.As soon as he approached them the conversation ceased: the Indians knew that he spoke a little of their language.
There were shouts and screams from the front of the line.Jia Boye rode forward and left the sedan chair of the Inca general.Ahead, on the platform of the pass, he saw the meeting of Hernando Pizarro and his brother Francisco.
Jia Boye couldn't help showing a sarcastic smile.Don Francisco came to meet his brother in his most splendid attire.Carditz's lace cravat, which must have cost him gold to get around his neck, set off the carefully trimmed beard even more.But no matter how hard the governor tried, his elder brother Anando was taller and more confident in his physical strength and noble blood, and he looked like a real prince.
In full view, the two brothers shared an affectionate hug.Stepping back a little, the Governor's other two brothers - handsome Gonzalo with dark earrings, and Juan with beautiful beads around his neck - watched the two embrace each other, holding top hats , with a smile on his lips.
Jia Boye knew how much these expressions cost.But what caught his attention was a petite figure, a gloomy face and an ugly monster that could scare away children.Although he didn't see him much; it was a few years ago, on the eve of their trip to Peru.However, Jia Boye recognized him at a glance.
So, during his absence, Dick de Almagro really came from Panama!The person who has devoted all his manpower and material resources to support Mr. Francesco's crazy actions for ten years, the person who dreams of living a life like a border officer next to his old partner who will be promoted to the governor from now on, the person who was only appointed by Charles V The lieutenant of Tumbes Square, with a meager salary and a title of nobility, is now coming to claim his due!
The porters moved forward again with slow steps, walking cautiously on the large stone steps that were still slippery and leading down to the roads in front of the city.The interpreter Philippilot has thin and tight lips, erratic and elusive eyes, and he never leaves the most noble and luxurious sedan chair on which Charleguzi rides.
When the whole procession approached the square, the Governor, his two younger brothers, and Dick de Almagro had already stepped into it, the curtain of the sedan chair was half-closed, and Gabriel saw a huge hand, big enough to pinch. Live on the neck of the llama.
Philip Bilo hurried over, bowed respectfully, and murmured a few words into Jia Boye's ear, but the latter didn't know what to say.
After straightening his upper body, Philippilo let out a loud shout.All the porters stopped and looked down.The curtain that originally covered the sedan chair was lifted and opened completely.
General Chaleguzima was wearing a beautiful woolen wool sweater with gold sequins all over it, and a purple belt covered with fine dokapu totems.His hair was thick and shoulder-length, covering half of his earrings.They are all made of gold, and they are a little smaller than the noble earrings Jia Boye has seen.However, Xia Leguzima's expression was full of solemnity.It was hard to guess how old he was, for he was as majestic as an inviolable statue, as if fashioned from a single block of sacred stone from a high mountain.
He moved forward, glanced at Jia Boye quickly, and said a few words softly:
"I want to see my master."
These words are like complaints.Jia Boye wasn't sure what he heard, but Philip Bilo had already hurriedly approached the sedan chair.The Inca general raised a hand and pushed him away without even touching his body.
Afterwards, he went to a porter and helped him unload the load from his back.The Indian was trembling, his hands were empty, and his eyes were fixed on the ground.
Charleguzi carried the huge basket on his back, let the weight bend his body, and walked into the city step by step.
"Now," Atahualpa said slowly and firmly, "they will finally set me free."
The one and only King sat on the three-legged royal chair, with a fine woolen shawl over his shoulders.His voice was rich, just enough to banish the silence.
The room is spacious and dark all day long.Daylight, like air, could not enter the house, and the smoke from the furnace blackened the stones on the walls, the tops of the purple tapestries, and the beams on the cornices.Many of the shrines are either empty or just some beautifully carved wooden chalices containing worship beer.Most of the gold urns, and all the silver cups and effigies, had long since been hoarded in this ransom room.
Whenever Anna Maya came to visit, the one and only king would order all the servants, wives and concubines to stand down.Moments of intimacy and solitude between the two were the only traditional freedom they had left.
At most, the sunlight only reached the entrance facing the inner courtyard of the palace, leaving a rectangular light yellow shadow on the stone tile floor.
Atahualpa's back was barely visible in the darkness.Anna Maya couldn't help shivering, thinking of the Inca king who was walking slowly into the hell world with golden sunlight shining all over his body.
He still wears the Borra turban on his forehead, with black and white feathers on it, symbolizing the supreme authority of the only king.Ana Maya discovers that his gold earrings are missing.The left earlobe was like a piece of dead flesh the size of a ring, hanging down to his shoulder.His wives and concubines wove him a headband of fine vicuna hair to cover his torn earlobe.
Ana Maya averted her eyes from these pathetic signs of a fading authority.She felt that Atahualpa's soul was becoming increasingly empty.The Holy Maiden continues to weave his daily new clothes.Servants still serve him food in vessels that no one has a right to use.All the members of the family, men and women, and the princes who were imprisoned with him in the palace of Cajamar, were as obedient to him as before.Before those foreigners spoke to him, they must bow their knees and salute. Even the Spanish governor gave him a three-point salute and treated him with the courtesy of a king.However, Anna Maya couldn't help but think that all this would be just a faux pas.The only king gradually bent his back, his face became thinner, and the bloodshot eyes turned dark.His lips were not as handsome and majestic as they used to be.Too often he sat still and sullenly.His whole body seemed strangely smaller.
In him was no more the glory of the conqueror, son of the great king Vanya Kapac.Atahualpa was always the only king who lived in Cajamar's palace, but he was no longer the mighty Son of the Sun who had defeated his mad brother in Cuzco.Now he is just a prisoner who is not handcuffed but fantasizes about being free.
Anna Maya wanted to tell him what she had just seen on the road by the mountain pass.Tell him that the Chargucci horse is coming, sitting in a sedan chair, like a piece of fine gold that those foreigners are actively transporting.But she dared not, because Atahualpa repeated:
"Now that there is enough gold, they will set me free at last."
"I don't know," replied Ana Maya, avoiding her eyes.
"What did you say?"
"I don't know," she repeated.
Atahualpa pointed angrily outside the ransom room.
"I chose the largest wing in the palace, and I drew a line on the wall, pointing out that as long as the ransom has accumulated to this height, I should be freed. Now it has exceeded that height."
"I remember, the only king," Annamaya agreed tenderly, "the foreigners laughed and thought you were crazy."
"I also explained to them where our secret gold and silver were hidden. I said that all the treasures in the house, except those in my father's room, were at their disposal."
"I know, the only king."
A smile flickered in Atahualpa's eyes.
"I forgot I was talking to my father's twin brother god's wife..."
Anna Maya paused for a moment and then said:
"The one and only king, those who went to the temple of Pasha Kamak returned today."
"how do you know?"
Anna Maya didn't answer.She doesn't want to show her flaws.
"They brought back a lot of gold."
A smile flashed across the face of the Inca king.
"Didn't I just say that? I'm going to be free."
"One and only King," she said in a barely audible voice, "that great chamber shall be filled with gold and all our holy relics, from the oldest to the most recently finished by the goldsmiths. .But those foreigners will not leave your palace, they will even attack all the way to the holy city. After they have filled the main chamber with gold, they will continue to take the gold of Cusco. Although they once said that their heavenly father And the name of the king promises you never to touch the treasure that belonged to your father Vanya Kapak, but as soon as they see the gold they forget all their oaths. You know it well, the only king..."
Atahualpa lowered his eyelids.
Anna Maya no longer wanted to remain silent.She resumed the topic softly:
"Another group of foreigners has entered your palace, the only king. They have horses and weapons, and they also want gold."
"Got it," murmured Atahualpa, "I don't like that ugly one-eyed monster..."
Atahualpa was babbling like a bewildered child.
"His name is Almagro."
"I don't like him," repeated the Inca, "his eyes lie! He and those who come with him rape women without my permission. They laugh when I forbid them .He claimed to be Pizarro's friend, but I could tell by the look in his eyes that it wasn't true..."
"Why do these people come here, the only king, for no other reason than to grab more and more gold?"
"Pissaro's brother will protect me," Atahualpa affirmed. "He has great strength."
"Anando? I'm sorry, the only king, don't trust him, he's a liar."
Atahualpa shook his head.
"No! He is very strong, and everyone is afraid of him."
"You say that only because he is strong in appearance, has haughty eyes, and cares about his clothes, unlike the others, who don't care about it, and are as filthy as the livestock they bring, and soil our streets. The helmet he wears has the His feathers are red, but his heart is black."
Atahualpa's face was clouded with shamed expectation.
"He, he promised to help me. If he doesn't..."
His voice trailed off slightly, beckoning Anna Maya to come forward.The sun shone into his pair of pure and excited eyes.
"If he doesn't do that, my loyal generals will call in tens of thousands of soldiers to rescue me. Charguzima is in Haha, he's ready, he'll tell the others ..."
Anna Maya screamed.
"O only king!"
However, just as she was hesitating, screams came from the inner courtyard.A servant stood stooping at the threshold of the wing.Anna Maya knew what he was going to say, and the blood in her body was almost frozen.
"The one and only king... General Shaleguzima has arrived, and he asks if you would like to receive him."
At first, Atahualpa didn't move.Afterwards, he understood the meaning of these few words, and his whole face lost all color.
"I'm dead," he breathed.
"Can he come in?" the servant did not hear what he said, so he asked again.
"I'm dead," Atahualpa repeated.
Standing at the entrance of the palace, Xia Leguzima did not remove the heavy load from his back.Jia Boye stared straight at him, and he bent in two, like a believer carrying a cross.
Almagro roared loudly:
"Stop messing around! What the monkey grandson should tell us is where he hides all the rest of the gold."
Don Francisco raised a black-gloved hand.
"Be patient, Dick, be patient..."
When the soldiers guarding the gate of the inner courtyard saw Xia Leguzi's horse, they all backed away respectfully.In the center of the inner courtyard, there is a low fountain with jets of water shooting out of water holes and the tail of a stone snake.The pool is surrounded by Kantua's fiery red corolla.A servant stood there to pick up the withered petals.
Just as Chargucci climbed to the center of the courtyard on his knees, Atahualpa stepped out of his wing.Jia Boye barely saw him.Standing behind the Inca king, half hidden in shadow, he saw Ana Maya.
Atahualpa sat slowly on a red bench where he usually sat.Several women stepped forward, ready to serve him.
Xia Leguqima finally unloaded the heavy load on his back and handed it over to the porter who followed him as soon as he entered the city.He took off his shoes, raised his hands high, palms facing the sky, facing the sun hidden in the clouds.
Tears were running down his rough face.
He couldn't help chanting words, and Jia Boye could only vaguely hear him thanking Emperor An, and stammering his longing for the Inca king.
Afterwards, Charleguzima approached his master.He wept continuously, holding his face, hands and feet down.
Atahualpa remained motionless, as if frightened by a ghost.His eyes were lost in the distance.Jia Boye often saw the Inca king, but he just couldn't understand his reaction and the expression on his face.
"Welcome, Charleguzima." The Inca finally spoke, his tone monotonous and lacking in enthusiasm.
Schaleguzzi straightened up and turned his palms towards the sky again.
"If I had been there," he said tremblingly, "it would have been all right. These foreigners would never dare touch your hair."
Atahualpa finally turned to face him.Just as Jia Boye searched for Anna Maya's eyes, Mr. Francesco grabbed his shoulder, a little moved, and asked in a low voice:
"What are they talking about?"
"Some words of welcome."
"What a strange welcome," murmured the Governor.
Charleguzi straightened up again.His face reproduced the dignified and unattainable expression.
"I have been waiting for your order, one and only King," he whispered, "every day, as soon as our sun-father rises, I hope to come to your rescue. But, you know, without your order , I can’t do it rashly. I haven’t waited until the messenger who sent your order. Oh, Your Majesty the only king, why didn’t you give me the order to kill these foreigners?”
Atahualpa made no reply.
The Inca general didn't say a word, and continued to wait. Nappa was just a simple answer or a heartwarming word.But just can't wait, never can wait.
Don Francisco asked again:
"Then what is he talking about now?"
Jia Boye felt that Anna Maya's beautiful big blue eyes staring at him were telling him something, and he suddenly realized.The reason for Atahualpa's immobility, for his terrible silence, was that he was angry.
"The general regrets not protecting the Inca king," he murmured, "he regrets making him a prisoner..."
Xia Leguzi took two steps back.
"I have been waiting for your orders in the past, the only king, and we fought alone. Your generals, Ji Zhizi, Captain Guyappa and others also fought alone. If you don't give orders, they will never I will not come to rescue you."
So he turned his back on the man who had been his master, and walked out of the inner courtyard slowly, with his back arched, as if he was carrying a heavier burden than when he came in just now.
In the darkness, Jia Boye carefully passed between the bags, baskets and urns, and walked forward.
The whole passage even went through the palace, to the end of a small wing, which contained some precious treasures for the sacrifices of the Incas, as well as pink shells.
Anna Maya had brought him here shortly after the Great Battle.He must keep this a secret.He remembers joking at the time: "You want me to bring the governor here?"
At that time, the two could not understand each other's words, gestures replaced words, and only they knew what they were expressing and sharing each other's love.They couldn't hide at will in the little hut next to the hot spring, where they spent their first night together.So this passage became their dating place.
When passing through the small wing, Jia Boye put his hand into the urns filled with shells, and felt a strange and comfortable smell of the sea.屋内的四面墙上都是梯形的神龛，现在他对这些里面曾经摆满黄金饰物和覆盖棉布门帘，但在西班牙人占领初期却被洗劫一空的洞穴早已习以为常。他掀起其中一座的门帘，心跳不止。
整个通道凿成一座微微上扬的斜坡。岩石上铺着一层细薄、早已踏硬了的泥土。安娜玛雅曾解释给他听，很早以前，这条通道贯穿了整座山，经过圣女殿后，直达那座蜗牛型的堡垒——那座西班牙征服者抵达后极力销毁的城堡。
整条通道十分干燥洁净，他甚至每走几步便可发现一些凹洞和箱子，应该是些谷仓或衣柜。地下穿来一阵阵怒吼：那是流经高山的地下河川的声音。
他的眼睛尚无法适应洞里的黑暗，因此当有只手像蝴蝶般轻盈地抓住他的手时，他不自主地尖叫了起来。
“安娜玛雅！”
那只少女的手倏地移到他面前，合上他张着的嘴后，开始抚摸他那长满胡髭的脸颊、他的眼睑和前额。他试着搂住她，抱紧她，但是她在他身边转圆圈，每次都适时地躲过他。他们轻声地笑着。
就在他停止抓她的同时，她也停止了躲避。他听见她的呼吸声就在耳边，猜想她将脸贴上来了。在安详的黑暗中，他们向对方微笑，但却看不见对方的脸。
“你在那里！”她终于悄悄地说。
从她的声音，他嗅出一股害羞的气息，一种让他魂牵梦萦、来自内心深处的腼腆。贾伯晔张开双臂抱住她，感觉她的乳房抵着他的胸膛，双腿紧贴着他的。他们猛地缠绵在一起，被情欲熏得晕头转向，腹部和腰部发疼发痛。
他们使出全身的力气，这一阵子所累积的等待，就在他们彼此温柔爱抚、无限激动的那一刻，一股脑儿全都宣泄而出。
贾伯晔只想尽情地现出他的柔情蜜意。他将手伸进安娜玛雅浓密的秀发里，两人静止不动地站了一会儿。彼此的心跳得如此的快，好似要撞在一起了。
是她将嘴唇压在他的唇上，是她先抚摸他、找到他，一点一点地将他往后推，迫使他跪倒在地，然后慢慢地平躺在地上。
贾伯晔感觉背上石块的冰度。
他感觉安娜玛雅的双唇不住地吻了又停，停了又吻，在他的脸上、颈部和胸部游移，很快地便吹起一阵热浪。
于是他大胆地伸出双手，用力贴着她那双纤细结实、藏在细羊毛长袍下的大腿。她静止不动，任凭他抚摸，而他似乎听见一阵混杂了流水的耳语，一些喃喃细语，一种新的呻吟。
安娜玛雅在他的耳边窃窃私语，他虽听不懂，但感觉得出是些热情快乐的情话。
“她真轻盈！”当两人赤裸的胴体结合成一体，相互燃烧时，他心想。
之后，沉溺在爱抚中，他随着她飞扬起舞。
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