The great conversion ceremony lasted two days, and the blue smoke of the flames still had not died. Forty thousand newly converted Tecos tribespeople wandered in a daze, obeying the orders of the Kingdom priests and warriors as they gathered in the various camps. Their old faith had been utterly shattered. Only a newborn spark of numinous light in their hearts, like the Main God's emblem on their foreheads, reminded them at every moment where the souls they had sworn away now belonged.
"Blessings of the Main God! That's about enough! After this conversion, the backbone that could organize a rebellion has all been purged once over. The tribespeople's hearts have been cowed; for a short while, not many will dare flee... The campaign on the north bank of the Great River ends here. I can take these tribes south to Lake Stone City to farm garrison fields!..."
The first sun lit the sky, and cooking smoke rose through the camp. Great Chieftain Divine Monkey Kuluka watched the tribal camps, observing how obedient the captives were. Only after quite some time, when he saw many of the newly converted tribespeople praying to the Main God several times in fear before breakfast, did he nod in satisfaction and turn to look at his trusted warrior camp commander, Guzman.
"Guzman, before the army heads south, I'll leave you five hundred Golden spear warriors, five hundred Tlaxcala warriors, one thousand Guamar fighters, and one thousand Tecos surrendered soldiers who came over earliest. With these three thousand troops in hand, it will be enough for you to garrison Shamu City! Of the forty thousand Tecos tribespeople converted now, I'll take thirty thousand south and leave ten thousand here to farm the garrison fields..."
"Witnessed by the Main God! Remember, your mission is to guard