Night lay deep. In the great tent, firelight swayed, licking at the warm-colored shadows. Amid the golden outlines, Xolotl's figure stretched tall and long, gradually swallowing the woman in submission. He stood with his head held high, like an Eagle Regiment warrior far above, gazing down at the graceful Water Snake prostrate on the ground, his eyes cold as he gave a low command.
"Miawa, since Great Sun Chief Chichini wants to surrender and pledge loyalty to the Alliance, then I'll give him three days to open the gates and let the Kingdom's legions enter the city!"
Hearing this, Snake Priestess Miawa lowered her brows and softened her eyes. She lifted her head, revealing a face both pitiful and alluring, and begged softly.
"Mighty His Highness... The Golden Bay Tribes in the city all wish to surrender to you. It's just that the chiefs of the tribes are all worried about the Alliance's tradition of sacrifice."
"The Eastern Expedition against Totonac is a war of faith to spread the glory of the Main God! The God-descendants of Totonac are not like the God-descendants of Tlaxcala, upon whom a divine decree was sent down, demanding that they all be sacrificed."
Xolotl's expression was calm. He pinched Miawa's smooth chin and spoke faintly.
"If the chiefs of the Golden Bay Tribes can offer up the city and surrender, and hand over the warriors in their hands, I will spare their lives and let them settle in the Lake Capital or the Royal Capital of Tzintzuntzan. I will bestow noble ranks upon them and let them enjoy a wealthy life in peace."
At the king's words, Miawa was first delighted, then her heart jolted.
If the chiefs of the Golden Bay Tribes moved to the two capitals, they would naturally have to give