Chapter 47 Chapter Forty-Six

There is a simple hut in the middle of the swamp, just at the confluence of the river mouth and the hot spring, and the reeds beside the water are filled with heat. There is only a carpet on the floor of the room, and there are two small bundles of firewood and a dusty ceramic kettle in the corner, the spout of which has long since disappeared.The brazier was full of old charcoal ashes. Jia Boye was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief: no one will come here to sleep tonight, and no undead will disturb him. It was getting darker and darker. He raised his hand and touched his head. He thought it was a fly and wanted to drive it away, but found that his hand was stained with blood.

He was so heroic before, but now he is so fragile.A thought suddenly flashed through his mind: Will I just die?No, of course not, but he was so tired and numb... She rushed out of the thatched hut and came back with some coca leaf crumbs in her mouth, which she continued to chew for a while.After fixing his head with her fingertips, she pressed the bleeding wound. He closed his eyes and let her dispose of him, completely immersed in this warm care. When he opened his eyes again, he saw her smiling at him.He reached out to touch her cheek, but when he tried to hug her, she slipped away. After she said a few words, of course, he couldn't understand a word, so he turned and left.

In the dark night, she ran quickly through the mourning crowd, whose wailing and tears were like waves of smoke rising from the ground.Even though the road was muddy and swampy, and despite the hot water, she still ran forward firmly: because even though the sun had set, the moon was still with her. In the inner courtyard of the Inca Palace, there was an atmosphere of sadness that had never been felt before: the Spanish cavalry had come here, they stole as much as they could, robbed as much as they could, destroyed everything, and all the gold ornaments were destroyed. All were searched, and all living beings were ravaged.At night, cries were sometimes heard: they were everywhere, ready to kill.

The hammock that hung on the two gold pillars and where the Inca king was resting this morning is now floating like a torn rag in the middle of the hot spring pools in the two caves. "You're not dead..." It was the voice of Antti Panla.She turned to face her: flushed, ragged, with only a hint of pride left.She remembered that she had seen her power before... "I'm not dead, Antti Panla. I'm back to do my duty." "You are the root of all this evil." "Shut up, you big idiot. It's because of brainless scum like you that the only king is being taken away."

Anti Panla did not speak, and no longer refute with harsh words.Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she shook her arms violently like a bird hit by an arrow. "The sun is gone," she choked up, "everything is gone..." "The world still exists," Annamaya said to herself, stepping aside, "and a child was born for it..." "It's important to escape," Antti Panla whimpered. "It's all about surviving." "You're right, little sister, survival is what matters." A familiar voice said. A pair of strong arms hugged her tightly, almost making her breathless.

God, it's so hot tonight!God, I'm lonely and scared, every shadow looks like a demon... Jia Boye touched his head from time to time to make sure he was still alive.The wound on his body was still very painful, intermittent like needle pricks, and the strange ointment she put on him before leaving was still there. She will definitely be back. He said it silently in his heart many times, but now, as time slowly passed, he couldn't help but start to doubt. Just now her warm skin, soft hands and charming eyes are still in front of my eyes, but what about now? As far as he could see, he could only see a carpet, and he was lying on it, his back ached and his consciousness gradually blurred...

He saw some visions, saw Sebatian scolding constantly, and Pizarro was furious that he abandoned him at a critical moment, maybe it was just a betrayal. What retribution will you get?die. He found that he was not afraid of death. "Death, um, didn't you deal with it in the religious prison in Seville? Isn't death the curse of my father's fate? Didn't I pass it just now?" "The strange thing is that I never thought I would die in a thatched hut on the edge of a swamp a kilometer from Cajamar." He thought carefully about the tone of her speech, and every word and every sentence was still in his ears.Wait for me - that's what she said.

Waiting planted the seeds of peace in his heart. "When Vera Omar told me you were anxious to see the twin gods," Manco said, "I felt as if you were calling me..." They huddled side by side in the bedroom that had belonged to Atahualpa this morning.Now the house is in a mess, leaving only some embarrassing scenes of fleeing in a hurry and traces of the rest of the life after the catastrophe. "He mentioned you to me," Anamaya whispered. "Who?" "I begged him every night to talk to me, but he kept silent. People still call me Kamakenkoya out of habit, I think, because your father, Vanya Kapac, never gave me any more Any revelation, I can barely remember that he promised to protect me forever in the underworld..."

"On the way from Cuzco, we evaded an army that was gradually overtaking us, because Atahualpa had sworn to God that he would take vengeance, and that he would pay in blood, by massacring all the tribes of Cuzco. I see..." He suddenly stopped talking.She gently tightened his hand. "I've seen the worst tragedy a man could wish to see, Ana Maya - women strangled alive with babies in their swaddling arms..." "Where's Vera Omar?" "There is a group of priests responsible for covering up his identity." "Where's the dwarf?" This is a cry from the bottom of my heart.Manco looked at her in surprise.

"Dwarf? Why did you ask me for news about him?" "It's a long story, I don't have time to explain to you tonight. Tell me all you know, I beg you." "I saw him go to Cusco in chains." "and then?" "I don't know what happened to him. Some of the oldest Banaka palaces were destroyed, all the temples were looted, my brother Paul escaped by luck... I saw the most Tragic sight, Ana Maya, that experience transformed me into a man, more deeply than I was tested in Valach Valley...in the chaos of that time, the dwarf..." "Atahuallpa was bewitched by some lies, false prophecies and cowards."

"He wanted to hear it himself. Anyway, from now on there's no tribe. Doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if there is or isn't. You say they took him? How dare they touch him?" "Touch him, grab him, pull him..." "Who are they, those foreigners? Are they gods?" She replied indifferently: "Just ordinary people." Manco fell silent again.She could see that there was more sentimentality in his heart, but the original resentment hadn't disappeared, it was still lurking in his heart. "Last night, when you came with your twin gods, he finally spoke to me in a child's voice. 'Please take care of one of my sons, whom you saved from the snake the one who,' said he, 'for he is the first knot of future knots...'" "Just before dawn," Manco said, "I was alone in the tent with him. Then I woke up from a dream with a snake wrapped around his golden wrist, just like in the race many years ago. , the snake you chased for me is similar... I ran out of the tent and saw that the sun had come out of the mountain. The drums of war were loud, but I felt that there was more power in my body, and my eyes were brightened, and a golden streak rose from the sky daylight." "That's you, Manco, and now you're the only one left..." He didn't answer.He wrapped her in his arms and whispered: "I still remember you saying you would never leave us...I still remember the morning when my brother Paul and I asked each other whether you were ugly or beautiful..." Instinctively, under his embrace, Anna Maya's whole body stiffened into a straight line. "What's wrong with you?" Manco asked. This time it was her turn not to speak.In the darkness, she saw his eyes fixed on her.She guessed he had the power of a young lion... "Let's go, Manco, to Cusco with the twin gods!" "I know," he said, "but why do you think I'm here to escape the Huminawi army or those foreign talents?" "Otherwise what is it for?" "To find you." She replied after taking a deep breath. "I will be with you, Manco, but I will not leave with you." "I don't understand." "There is something..." She wanted to tell him the truth, because her heart was so messed up by this new war that there was no longer room for a lie, but she just couldn't get it up.And you have to be careful with your words, you can only choose some yes and no tone or eyes to express.So in the end she decided to keep silent. She heard his heavy breathing, staring at her with anger.But Manco didn't speak, he waited for a while and then stopped waiting.He got up and said: "As I said just now, I have long since become a real man. I accept everything you give me, and respect everything you don't want to give me. My future will be a bloody dawn and the one derived from another A secret secret unfolds when it is revealed to me. Tomorrow I will go to the top of the mountain, and I will be with my twin brother God, receiving power from him. But I will never forget that this is all because of your help... " "I won't forget either, Manco." "Please take care, little sister." After flicking her cheek, he disappeared into the night immediately, but she couldn't stop shivering. After that, she herself left in the dark, with a throbbing heart, to look for the man who influenced her fate. Because it was too hot, he took off the padded breastplate first, and then the shirt underneath.The sweat on his body was mixed with dust and blood, and he was already wet and dry.He raised his arm to his lips, and immediately tasted a staggeringly salty taste; he felt the dull pain of multiple wounds all over his body.He was drowsy, his limbs were numb, and he couldn't move. She slipped into the thatched cottage quietly, without him noticing.He closed his eyes to rest his mind, so as to get rid of all kinds of loneliness that had not seen her coming until now. The wailing and complaining that screamed for heaven and earth have been far away, and the night has returned to its peaceful appearance. Now there is only the sound of their breathing and the stillness of the night, and it is this eternal fragility that binds them together. "Sometimes," he thought to himself, "an evening can last forever, an hour of passion can last forever..." She leaned towards him tenderly with concern, stretched out her hand to touch his lips and his face, drawing some small patterns on it, leaving faint finger marks.He tried to stay calm, forcing himself to suppress the urge to wrap her in his arms. Now, she pressed her hands to his chest, playing with the muscles and hairs on his chest. Now, she moved her hand up to his shoulder, touching the curve of his shoulder curiously. Now, she rocked him gently: he knew she wanted him to turn around and get down on his stomach, feeling the pain in his body and her tender touch at the same time. Now, she cried out. "Some ordinary people, of course!" This was her answer to Manco, but what she said was touched by her own hands-strength, tenderness, the wounds of this man and the electric shock of being touched by her. . Of course she still remembered that all the lust began to fly, like doors knocked open by a strong wind, all the secrets she tried to hide, all the fears, tears and passing years, all disappeared one by one and returned to the ordinary. It wasn't a vision, for it wasn't from a twin god or another world, and no priest or wise man had ever told her this. All this has long been in her heart. It was more shocking and terrifying than anything she had ever seen. If this is a kind of fear, it is actually scarier than fear. If this is a kind of god, it is actually more mysterious and severe than a god. All this makes people dumbfounded, should they run away or turn into a stone?Should you scream or shut up? He let her touch her, and generously showed the scars on his back. So she watched and stroked the cougar that was sitting on his shoulder, crouching for the strike. She couldn't help but let out a cry. She remembered what the Inca king Vanya Capac had said to her some years before—trust the puma!She thought of the cougar waiting for her with its yellow eyes, hiding beside the fossils of its ancestors.She also thought of the kid who talked to her the night before, and he said: "You should be yourself. Don't be afraid, in the years to come, the puma will always be by your side." Her fingertips slowly slid across the silhouette of the big cat's body, curled up and relaxed, imprinted on the man's quivering shoulders. Slowly she leaned over to face him. And he just needs to put his lips on the tender and throbbing red lips of the girl who has been in love with him from the beginning.