"Your name is Pap? In the Totonac Nahua Language, it means 'messenger of the moon'?"
"Yes, yes! Your Highness, I am Pap, the messenger of the moon, the servant of the sun, and even more so your servant!... Ah, revered, supreme His Highness the Death God! Praise be to you! You are the Sun God of Sky Family, the great Snake God of the coast, and the sovereign god of jungle and Earth Mother!..."
Black Wolf's Royal Banner fluttered atop the low hill. Shulot, clad in golden armor, stood with his head held high amid his many personal guards. Two steps before him, Pap's hands were bare as he prostrated himself respectfully, five limbs to the ground. Though blood still stained the corner of his mouth, his chanting praise flowed smoothly from his lips. Line after line of words of praise poured out like poetry—and in standard Mexica Language, no less!
"Praise the Main God! Huitzilopochtli is supreme and immortal, ruling the seas and skies of the four directions!... Sing praise to the Death God! Xolotl turns like a night star, walking from death toward rebirth!..."
"Haaha! Pap, your Mexica Language is very fluent! As expected of the only surviving high-ranking Feathered Serpent priest from Ancient Feathered Serpent City, who fled a thousand li all the way here!... Mm, according to the inheritance of Ancient Feathered Serpent City, your grandfather or father should also have been a high-ranking Feathered Serpent priest, and should have received the investiture of the late ruler Montezuma I?..."
"Ah? Uh! This... I..."
Pap lowered his head, his thoughts spinning rapidly, sweat seeping out across his forehead. After only a brief thought, he knocked his head twice with two loud bangs, then answered while prostrate on the ground.
"No, no, no! Supreme Highness! The moment I