Obsidian Puma (The Aztec Chronicles Book 1) by Zoe Saadia

Author:Zoe Saadia [Saadia, Zoe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-12-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

The woman was strikingly beautiful and exceedingly well dressed. Even in the dim light of a pair of torches, it was easy to see the deep green of her blouse, the glitter of her jade necklace, an elegant row of thin polished pieces of turquoise chained to a single base of beautifully polished green precious stone. As she leaned closer, it swung prettily, slowly, and with much dignity, as though aware of its own preciousness. Miztli couldn’t help staring.

“Why is the boy beaten and tied?” she demanded, her voice cool and melodious, not warming or promising safety, yet not scowling or menacing either. Indifferent, uninvolved. Better than the rest of them.

“He is wild and dangerous, Revered Princess.” The elderly man stepped forward, as though eager to shield the woman from his, Miztli’s, possible attack.

He wanted to roll his eyes or to tell them all go and dump themselves into the lake, the beautiful princess included. The elderly man’s name was Tepecocatzin, he knew by now, as the brute that had kidnapped him from his own peers had addressed the elderly dignitary by this name enough times to catch the sound of it and to make him remember.

Not that he cared by this point. Since the last desperate attempt to escape, coming back to his senses in this, yet another dilapidated shed, retied for good measure, more tightly than before, his head resonating with clubs pounding inside it, his body so numb it didn’t even hurt anymore, he discovered that he simply didn’t care. Unconcerned, uninvolved, unresponsive. It was good to be this way; it made him feel safe. For what could they do to him now, except finish him off for good? Nothing else, absolutely nothing.

So he paid no attention to the threatening glares of his latest kidnapper and the growling quality of his words. Neither did he pay any respect to his new, more dignified interrogator, this same elderly man to whom his kidnapper addressed groveling comments and observations, taking with much deference, using the honorable ‘tzin’ every time he dared to speak the nobleman’s name. Tepecocatzin – an impressive alias, as impressively cold and aloof as its owner, smelling of aristocracy.

Well, as haughty as this man was, he turned out to be a better company than the kidnappers from the warehouses, or their frighteningly soft-spoken master; certainly a more preferable presence than the man who had dragged him here, a treacherous piece of rotten fish that he was. A puzzling one as well. First advocating killing their prisoner, then kidnapping him from his fellow kidnappers, then turning all deferential and submissive before a haughty piece of work from this neighboring silly town. Disgusting. And boring too. He wished they would decide what to do with him once and for all, filthy pieces of dung that they were.

“You shouldn’t have come here in person, Revered ChalchiuhNenetzin,” went on the older man, his voice warm and tender, not remote anymore, brimming with worry. “At this time of the night…

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