"The old King is dead; all his sins will naturally be judged by the gods. Take the body away and let the Priests embalm it—we will have to carry it back to the Capital City and bury it in the Royal Family's graveyard."
"Make sure to let every camp's Commander and Captain take a look, so they can confirm that Tizoc is indeed dead!"
The trusted aide bowed his head to take the orders and then carried the body out of the tent. Life returned to the tent, now even more spirited and excited than before.
Aweit warmly pulled the youth close to the throne. Acap, solemn Samurai, and a noble Priest, all three greeted him together.
"Come, Xiulote, let me introduce you."
With one hand, Aweit held the youth's hand, and with the other, he forcefully pulled the solemn Samurai's arm. The solemn Samurai quickly bowed his head to show respect to the King.