บท 48: 48th time

Xixata with the medallion on left the palace. No one dared to even look at her from the corner of their eyes. Much less with the medallion on. The young woman walked for the first time aimlessly, paralyzing people as she did so. She was looking for a palanquin, or a llama to ride on to escape. She walked looking from one side to the other, looking for something that could be of use to her, when from far away she heard the crowds coming from the palace. My Gods, they have heard!

In the middle of the street and standing surrounded by the crowd of people prostrated in her presence was a tall, thin man dressed as a priest. He looked vaguely familiar.

--Hail Xixata," --said the man,-- "I have come to help you.

--Who are you?

--That doesn't matter,"-- he said, shaking her hand and taking a step backward, his leg disappeared in the air and with the other step half his body disappeared, leaving only his arm visible to the astonished young woman.