"The Divine King conferred the title, and Dark Snake cut his own throat. The Main God's light descended, and the Cloud Snake Transforms into a Butterfly? With the cruelest life and death, he composed the movement of the Rubber People's return?..."
In the great tent, Avet finished reading this long tale from the Music Bureau, and for a moment he stood rooted to the spot, saying nothing for a long time. This tragic heroic story, which suited the tastes of the Mexica tribes and even the Nahua tribes of the highlands, contained too many rich elements, and too many plots that felt faintly familiar, enough to make him feel as if he had lived it himself and linger over it for a long while.
Quite naturally, he cast himself as the strong and heroic, bold and wise Jaguar Divine King, and felt genuine regret over "Dark Snake's" generous march toward death. And the Jaguar Divine King's promise to Dark Snake also made his expression shift slightly, thoughtful.
"Blessed by the Main God! This is meant to mend the blood feud between the Mexica tribes and the Tlaxcalan tribes. To tell our Mexica People's conquest of the Tlaxcalan through another kind of narrative? To turn the tribal conflict between both sides into an internal conflict between upper and lower ranks among the Tlaxcalan?..."
"Dark Snake here is a heroic standard for the Tlaxcalan. And the Jaguar Divine King here is the model king of the Mexica People... Finally, it borrows the mouth of the Mexica Divine King to give the promise of 'the Rubber People as one,' to pacify the Tlaxcalan tribes?..."
Avet lowered his eyes. In the time it took sparks to fly from flint, he had already tasted the political narrative of this Music Bureau piece. And the purpose