Chapitre 43: 43th Time

VII

The caravan advanced inexorably towards the south. The travelers and towns as they passed cheered the beautiful princess who raised the kingdom to the heights, being called by the court of the great Capac.

Son of the Condor developed the most difficult mission of his life, feeling with each step as his heart withered in the midst of a pain that pierced the soul. When they made the stops in the villages and their inhabitants delivered their offerings to the young princess, the warrior did not even try a bite. At his side sat a silent and silent Triple Feo, who looked at the horizon with a lost look and barely answered in monosyllables. Only a serene Xixata seemed content with her destiny, speaking and listening normally to the people. What strength, !what dignity!, thought the man as he contemplated so close and so far away that woman, more important in his life than any triumph, any honor and anything that was now more superfluous.