Chapter 7 Chapter Six

"Prove him a liar!" cried the governor. "I don't need any evidence at all. I saw with my own eyes that there was no army in the fields and mountains! I told you, I said: this man is a liar! Damn him, Mr. Francisco, what I said was worse than The last slave?" Jia Boye said angrily. He was getting dressed when he opened the door and entered the Governor's bedroom.Mr. Francisco carefully put the white collar on his neck.The few colorful feathers on his cap were the only pleasing decorations on his unchanging black dress. "Mr. Francisco," he went on, "at least wait for Suto to come back! Things will become clearer. From here to Kargas, he and his cavalry regiments will definitely search every valley carefully. If There were more than three Indians with guns, and they must have seen, or at least heard of."

His tone was firm and his eyes were fierce.He wished he could be calmer, more rational.He knew the governor didn't like being urged.Moreover, the governor raised his eyebrows contemptuously, overruling his suggestion. "Wait? And what am I going to say to the committee this morning, boy? What am I going to say to Almagro and the royal officials?" "My lord, if I am not mistaken, when we left Seville, you said nothing to us about the royal officials, about the committee, about Mr. Dick! You want things to be done your way, everything Happening sequentially rather than bursting out in advance..."

There was a shrewd gleam in the governor's sly eyes.He liked being reminded of his "little mistake."However, he shook his head. "Once upon a time, boy! From now on, this city, you, and your companions are all under my control. I am governor of this province, which shall be governed by the laws of Spain." "That's why!" Jia Boye said bitterly, "If the king knew that King Atahuallpa's death was unknown..." The Governor gripped the brim of his hat with shaking fingertips.Raising his voice angrily, he said sonorously: "How many times do you want me to say it? You have been unable to prove that the Indian under Mr. Dick is lying, and you have not been able to prove that Atahualpa is not talking nonsense and trying to perfuse us casually!"

"Give me a little time, I will find evidence and prove it to you." "enough!" For the first time, the governor raised his voice and pointed at Jia Boye with his black-gloved hand. "Enough! Say no more, Jaberye Mendeluca y Flores! Remember who you are and what you are supposed to do! Remember what you promised me!" Jia Boye's whole body was stiff, and when he heard his illegitimate child status and the name he hated, his face suddenly turned pale.As for everything else, he remembered it perfectly. But the governor had already bit his lips lightly, with a look of embarrassment, and continued:

"Where did you come from, you know I don't care, I'm just like you. But don't forget the rest... You promised to always follow my lead. Under these conditions, yes, you are like my child Same." The Governor's voice paused on this secret and vague expression of affection that bound the two men together. "This old dog..." Jia Boye thought, unable to restrain his emotions anymore. "I need your trust, Jabote," said Mr. Francisco, grabbing his arm. "Don't trust that Indian woman, that witch next to Atahualpa. It won't do you any good."

"This matter has nothing to do with you, Monsieur Francisco!" "I have no idea……" They looked at each other for a moment, their eyes met.Finally, like a fly, the governor waved his hand. "Oh, woman, it doesn't matter! I say this because my brothers are worried to see you with that strange girl." Speaking of the important point, Jia Boye thought almost amusedly.This old monkey has been talking for a long time, and he thought I was cowardly because he wanted to say this. "You know what I think of your brother, Mr. Francisco. I have no opinion of those Indian women whom they have played with and abandoned at will...."

Jia Boye was almost certain that he saw a sneer on the governor's old face.He took the opportunity to add: "What we say is true, my lord." "That's right...you're right. Listen up then. I'll never be satisfied if I obey the king and just rule here. You know very well that my ambition is more than that. My sense of responsibility and justice is greater than any People are strong. Anyone, you hear me?" "I know, Monsieur Francisco." "Do you think I pray every night when I have nothing to do and talk nonsense? Or do you think I'm listening to the Virgin Mary?"

"I know." Jia Boye repeated. "I'm not here for gold, Gabriel, nor for land and a few thousand slaves. I'd give it all up to Dick de Almagro and others. I'm here for the Lord Jesus Christ and Charles V wrote a glorious saga." "Then, don't let this legend be stained with blood." Don Francisco pressed his hat to his forehead, gazed at his own shadow, then fastened his shoulder straps, and laid his hand on the golden ball of his sword, as if he were a model for some painter. "You still insist that Yannard and his slaves lie?" "yes."

"Show me the evidence." "and then?" "Then, not much. Just find that damn evidence for me." Even though it was only early in the morning, Jia Boye was surprised to see that the square in Cajamar was already very lively.Several groups of Indians were talking in low voices, while the Spaniards were patrolling back and forth with fierce eyes. There are twice as many guards as before.Throughout the night, about a hundred knights shuttled through the streets and alleys around Cajamar City.All the Spaniards went to sleep with their weapons.At dawn, when Brother Wei Shengde presided over mass in the unbuilt church, facing hot and cold faces, he never forgot to remind the residents of old Cajamar not to forget about the Great Battle in November.

"Jia Boye!" The cry startled him.Sai Batian approached him with his customary smile, teeth so white and strong that all conquerors would be envious. "Come here for a while?" Side by side they walked around the church.The walls of the nave are only raised to human height, and a simple wooden cross hangs above the stone-faced altar.The whole scene looks strange, with several stone pillars pointing to the blue sky above the Andes. "Why did you put the chains on the Inca King?" Jia Boye asked rudely. "Because they ordered me." Sai Batian replied simply.

"them?" "Almagro and the Governor." "But why you?" Sai Batian showed an evil sneer, and his voice was full of bitterness: "My friend, do you have to say such a simple truth twice before you understand? Because, I am from Dick. Because, my complexion is black, and no Spaniard is willing to be on the neck of a king." Get your hands dirty with chains, even with a feathered King of Peru! Nobody knows what's going to happen tomorrow, white or Spanish or whatever! But I do: yesterday and today The shit is no different!" Jia Boye lowered his eyes.His friend's tone was full of pain, and every word hit him like a fist in the stomach.At this moment, he felt that this unfinished church was like a little church that could tell lies, and it was extremely ugly. "I asked a stupid question, sorry, friend." "There is an ocean between you and me, Mr. Jia Boye," Sai Batian said in a shrill voice, "Friendship alone cannot make people sail from one shore to the other..." "I mean, I know, and I apologize to you. Do you want me to kneel down and beg you?" Jia Boye said angrily, "Fuck him, okay! There must be a reason for asking you to go, I just don't know I'm annoyed by the way things are going. I think the night we spent together yesterday was darker and less visible than usual!" Sai Batian smiled again. "Perhaps I can help you clear up that matter, the Indian who testified yesterday." "A man from Arnad?" "That's right. An Indian, and a slave. He doesn't even know who the guy is! Last night I had a couple of good shots of their own sweet beer with him, and he blew it right away. Drink After the third cup, he was not sure whether he saw Indians with guns or a herd of alpacas. After the fourth cup, he was not sure whether he had really gone for a walk in the fields by the mountain pass. After the fifth cup, He took out a gold pin, said Arnad had graciously given it to him, and told him to tell the story!" "You are my savior, Sai Batian! Where is he now?" "I wish I could tell you." "what?" "After waking up, he was frightened to death, and he was never found again." "Damn it!" "That's right! If you can't get him to confess before the Governor, then I'll be Judas the Liar! They named me to arrest the Inca King." Jia Boye stared at his friend.Ten minutes ago he wanted to throw a fit, but now, he felt like he had fallen into a bottomless abyss of pain.There was only a last hope in his heart. "You don't ask me why?" Sai Batian asked sharply. "Stop it, I beg you!" Sai Batian grabbed his wrist, staring at him with his big black eyes, and he suddenly yelled, the voice was sharper and thinner than a saw sawing through an old iron rod: "If I cut the neck of the Inca, Mr. Dick will give me his long sword, and Mr. Enando Pizarro will no longer object to my noble ass on horseback, but Meng Ge will call me Mr. Sai Batian! Such a deal is worth it, what do you think?" Jia Boye suppressed the anger stuck in his throat again.He scratched his chin to keep from swearing. Sai Batian is right, such a deal is worth it. Anna Maya watched indifferently as the group of foreigners walked into the room of the Inca king.She knew everyone.The Viceroy took the lead, followed by Almagro the One-Eyed, Friar Wessett with a Bible, and some officials.There are also the interpreter Filipino and the governor's two younger brothers, Gonzalo, who looks like Pan An, and Juan, who is both proud and shy. She stayed by Atahualpa's side all night. A soldier at the governor's command unchained him.Atahualpa hesitated to bow his head.He looked at these foreigners one by one with disgust, disdain and indifference, and then turned to look at the governor. "Why are you doing this, friend?" Don Francisco made no reply.He kicked the iron chain lying on the ground hard, as if he wanted to kick it away from the Inca King and obliterate its existence. "You're here to play chess, aren't you?" While translating, the Spaniards whispered among themselves.Ana Maya tried to smile.When Atahualpa said these words, his tone was very natural... The sole king was very calm throughout last night. With a wave of his hand, a waiter brought a table made of rushes, and then a chair and a chessboard were placed beside Mr. Francisco.While in captivity, Atahualpa fell in love with chess.Just next to the palace, near the now empty weaving workshop, someone sewed several chessboards for him with the materials he carefully selected and the specifications he specified. "You play white," said the sole king, "I play black. That's the rule." Even though he was extremely nervous, the governor remained calm.He took off the black glove on his right hand.Ana Maya noticed that his hands were small and dry, and moved the pieces nervously. The only king still stood, taking off one by one the ornaments of royal power and handing them to Annamaya: a necklace made of pink and red shells of the finest pink and red shells ever seen, a colorful turban and a mask covering his body. Only tear the scarf over the ears.The room was silent.All Spaniards turned their attention to Atahualpa, the one and only king.The less he wears ornaments, the more he looks like an Inca king. When all that was left of him was his robe, he said calmly to the governor: "Go down!" His entourage, wives and officials are all crowded into the shrine at the end of the room.All the Spaniards went out one after another and entered the inner courtyard, leaving the two chess players alone in the room.Filibilo has been standing cautiously behind the governor, occasionally glancing at Anna Maya in fear. In the light from the inner courtyard, there was another Spaniard who kept watching her.A younger brother of the governor.Is it Gonzalo or Juan?Each time she thought she was startled by seeing one of the brothers, but all she saw was a sideways smile, as if they were mocking her. Over there, outside, the Spaniards were talking secretly.The voices rose and fell, getting louder and louder. Atahualpa didn't care at all, playing his pieces calmly and surely.The Governor's pieces move less regularly and less thoughtfully.Not long after, Almagro entered the house, and he was so close to the governor that the ball of the sword touched the governor's shoulder. "Mr. Francisco, I'm not here to play chess." There was a burst of agreement in the inner courtyard.Ana Maya noticed that the Governor had lost many moves to Atahualpa. "Monsieur Francisco!" insisted Almagro. Pizarro turned his head slightly. "What is it, Mr. Dick?" "Damn it, Francisco! What's the matter, my lord? We're not here to play chess, but to tell the Inca what he's done." Filipino stopped translating.Ana Maya whispered the translation in the Inca king's wounded ear.He straightened up at the word "crime" and nodded. "Speak then, friend, speak!" cried the Governor. Almagro shook his head angrily and turned to face the royal officials, while the governor stared at the puzzled position on the chessboard.His hand inadvertently touched the one of the few remaining pieces that he was about to move, but he still hesitated. When the Viceroy finally raised his eyes to the Inca King, Ana Maya was surprised to see his eyes full of confusion.She felt that the governor had to turn to the only king for help. But the youngest official finally walked into the room. After unfolding a roll of paper, he began to read aloud, stopping to catch his breath after each sentence.Felipe Lo also followed suit strangely.The one and only king signaled him to stop, but the Spaniard continued babbling on.Ana Maya knelt beside the Inca and translated only the harshest words: duplicity...lie...betrayal...assassination...armed forces... After each word, Atahualpa laughed louder and louder. When the official had finished reading, the Inca said to the governor: "That's why you want to kill me." That's not the problem.The governor was at a loss, and let go of the chess piece he was planning to play.The only king, Atahualpa, stooped to pick it up, and after putting it in his hand, he slowly closed his fingertips. He smiled so beautifully that even the red threads in his eyes disappeared. "Are you sure you don't want gold anymore? You don't want those beautiful tableware, beautiful statues, beautiful fountains..." The rest of the Spaniards entered the center of the hall.Their breathing was clearly audible.The room was unnervingly silent, full of violence. The only king made the last move.The viceroy's pawns had been eaten long ago, and the Inca king's was almost intact. "You lack practice too much, brother." Juan said with a forced smile. Atahualpa grabbed his "king," held it aloft on the board, and then played with it between his fingers as if he had never seen it before. "He is a great king," he said, "with a mighty army, but he has made a great mistake..." He pressed the chess piece against the edge of the board, gave it a hard push, and broke it.The king's head rolled to the ground like a dice.No one dared to pick it up. The room fell into silence again.Don Francisco Pizarro grabbed the gloves that lay on the chair next to him and put them on with trembling hands. "A great king, but playing the wrong chess," he sighed. "I can't help you." "you sure?" The question was not answered and never will be. All the Spaniards closed their eyes nervously.Some backed away as the Inca searched for Ana Maya's hand.Everyone stared at the dark-skinned, clenched fist, which seemed to break Kamakenkoya's little hand. They don't know the meaning of this gesture.They thought the Inca king was frightened and needed a woman's support. After the only king let go, Anna Maya walked up to the broken chess piece and picked up the king's head.She clasped her hands together.Atahualpa nodded slightly with a smile. "Come on," he said, "take me where I need to go, friend Pizarro."