Chapter 23 Chapter Twenty Two
The only exit of the Temple of the Virgin is facing Okepata Square.The buildings on the square are between Hartung Square Court and Ama Lake Square Court Palace.Hartong Square Courtyard is now the territory of the Spaniards, while the Palace of Ama Lake Square Courtyard was surrendered to Su Tuo by the governor.
On seeing the Spaniards, whether out of loyalty or incompetence, the twenty guards of the Temple of the Virgin fled without a trace.In the end there was only one left: a blind man.Anna Maya called to him.
"You can let me in, old sir. I'm not one of those savages who come to rape girls or concubines of the sun god."
The old man complained:
"You shouldn't joke about things like this. If something like this happens..."
"You will definitely protect us!"
He gestured lazily and helplessly, turning his white eyes to look at the invisible sun.
Anna Maya stepped into the alley.There are various buildings along the path of the Temple of the Virgin. The first thing that comes into view is a few workshops, followed by warehouses, which are full of giant amphorae that store the daily needs of the Inca kings.Bypassing the inner courtyard, a ritual of worshiping the sun god is held here every morning. There are a few servant houses and common houses scattered along the roadside, most of whom have gone home to reunite with their families. At the end of the road is the harem of the concubines of the sun god. Outsiders are forbidden to enter, and those who violate it will be sentenced to death.
Walking in the Sanctuary of the Virgin in Cusco, Annamaya was like a queen, and even Gurui Okoro—Keya of Manco—did not dare to challenge her prestige.All the women in the courtyard did not leave. These priestesses who sacrificed for the gods felt threatened, because the palaces and temples around the square were all occupied by foreigners.It is rumored that every city they pass will suffer from rape and robbery, so they can't help pinning their hopes on her—because of her gentle and peaceful blue eyes; because she always speaks comforting words to these panicked girls. And his servants are considerate.
Her own room was located in front of the wing of these beauties of the sun god's harem, and no one was allowed to enter without invitation-it was empty except for straw mats and a woolen blanket. A venomous snake carved in stone.
When she lifted the curtain, she heard a whimper.
"Yin Qi!"
The little girl curled up beside the straw mat, and remained motionless even after she entered the room.Anna Maya had never seen her so sad.
"Yin Qi, tell me, what happened?"
She raised her sad little face to look at her.
"Why do I obey him? I trek across mountains and rivers, avoiding the rape and killing of soldiers, what is the purpose? Why do you take me in?"
"Yin Qi, if you don't explain to me what happened, I will have to leave you alone in this room to grieve!"
"He will never let me near him!"
"Manco?"
"Although he promised, he never implemented it. In his eyes, I am worse than the least favored concubine..."
"How did you become so irrational?"
"He hasn't spoken to me since we got to Cusco..."
"But the next day, he and Su Tuo's cavalry went to hunt down those northern rebels, those traitors who killed your people!"
"I want it, Ana Maya, I want it so much..."
"listen to me……"
Anna Maya couldn't tell Yin Qi that she had hurt Manco in the way he hurt her now; but she could tell her that this world is full of strange emotions, and we never can predict whether love and being loved are luck or happiness. Unlucky.She told her about the puma and about Jia Boye, and Yin Qi's crying eyes showed surprise and excitement.
"Foreigners!"
But when she said this, she didn't show any expression of fear or contempt, on the contrary, she seemed to be talking about ordinary men.She asked her to talk about what it was like to be a woman, and she asked her if the other person's hands were gentle?What do lips taste like?Anna Maya narrated sweetly. When she mentioned Jia Boye's tenderness and consideration, she couldn't help but shed tears in her eyes. She also said that when she hugged him and made out with him, she even had to hide him.
"But, I shouldn't meet him again." She suddenly concluded indifferently.
"why?"
"Manco's order. He asked me to give absolute allegiance to my husband, the twin god, in order to save the country."
Yin Qi remained silent.The woman's intuition told her not to ask too much about the uncertain fate of the Incas.
"I'll mention you to Manco," Anamaya said finally. "I won't leave you alone, my friend."
Yin Qi curled up in her arms.
"Others like you because you can see and hear things they can't understand. But I like you because you're nice."
Ana Maya listened absently.Talking about Jia Boye—and finally being able to share my secrets with someone without restraint—is really sweet.Having just said it, she wanted to repeat it again, but the bitterness in her heart continued unabated.Obedience to Manco is a difficult test in everyday life, and a meaningless and unsolvable one at that.
In fact, she really hoped that there was no need for words between each other, as long as he appeared there, with infatuated eyes and smiles, silently longing for her and facing her with an attitude full of confidence, authority and dignity.
When Bartolomeo blocked Kadari at dawn in the empty and gray Kuspada Square, the young Kola was startled.He looked at this foreigner, wearing a black robe, with a white rope around his waist, hairless on the top, and the two fingers of a certain hand were connected... After that, he stared at the monk's gray eyes with big black eyes, and for a moment And don't relax until there is a smile on the other person's face, a smile that is harmless, non-violent, and fearless.A smile that looks similar to other men...
Kadari flicked his long hair, and pointed to the tower and wall of the Saksayhuaman Temple in front of him.Then he turned his arms to the whole town lying in the lap of grasslands and terraced fields, brushing every cliff of the surrounding mountains, until the sun rose from the east, from the sea that was invisible in the distance.
The two men then began to go in and out together.
Since then, the two have seen each other almost every day, walking together, visiting every most hidden corner of the city, or climbing to the top of the mountain above Cuzco, where there are holy stones, springs and gods...
They began to break the silence and exchanged a few words, as if the language of one could penetrate the language of the other, even if they did not understand each other to a third.Kadari often watched in amazement as the monks took out the same format of paper from their robes, and a brush similar to those used by potters to draw patterns on ceramic works.But he never asked much, just took a deep breath and let himself sway with the wind.The difference is that he will point out the stairs that go down the mountain, and those steps that go deep into the ground to show the other party, and listen to the other party speak the name of God.
Today, an unexpected storm drove them down the mountain early, so Bartolomeo took him back to his modest hut in Kondopada, a small place where every flower blooms with huge petals, like All the gold in the world touched his heartstrings more.
Kadari looked curiously at the few pieces of furniture in the room: a table, four chairs, and several bookshelves with a few books on them.He stared at the cross.Bartolomeo didn't say anything, didn't preach to him, but just pulled out a chair and asked him to sit down.Kadari looked at him a little uneasy, so Bartolomeo gently put a hand on his shoulder and asked him to sit down.Kadari felt as if he was floating on the ground—not lying down, not squatting, not standing... in an indescribable posture...
The monk took out a white cloth, put it in front of him, took out a brush, dipped the pen in a small container filled with black juice, and after shaking off a drop or two of water, he wrote some symbols on the white cloth .Kadari looked at him in surprise.Finally Bartolomeo blew on the cloth and handed it to him with a smile.
"Look," he said, "write it after me."
He handed the pen to Kadari, and the young man awkwardly dipped and dipped in the vial.He tried to draw the symbols on the cloth, but couldn't get it right—the tick-tock ink made Bartolomeo laugh.He gave the monk an angry look, but the monk patiently took his hand and taught him.
"Very good!" he said at last.
Kadari looked at the lines he had drawn. Such a pattern was meaningless to him, or it was just a poor copy of Bartolomeo's work.He looked up at the monk questioningly.
"Amigo!" said the monk, pointing to the letters.
Kadari's eyes traveled back and forth between Bartolomeo and the canvas several times.
Stretching out the fingertips with two fingers connected, Bartolomeo pointed out each letter one by one, and then said patiently:
"AMIGO Amigo!"
After that, with a smile, he put his hand on his chest first, and then on Kadari's chest.
"You and me: friends!"
Kadari's expression suddenly enlightened.
"Amigo!" he repeated, nodding.
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