"You are Papu? In the Totonac Nava Language, 'Moon's Envoy'?"
"Yes, yes! Your Highness, I am Papu, the Moon's Envoy, also a servant of the Sun, and moreover, your servant! ... Ah, revered, supreme God of Death! Praise to you! You are the Sun God of the heavens, the great Serpent God of the seashore, and the Lord God of the jungle and earth!..."
The Black Wolf's Royal Banner fluttered atop the small hill. Xiulote, clad in golden armor, stood proudly amidst his numerous trusted aides. Two steps before him, Papu lay prostrate on the ground, hands bare with respect. Though blood stained his lips, he adeptly chanted praises. Each line of praise flowed out like poetry, even in standard Mexica Language!
"Praise the Chief Divine! Huitzilopochtli, exalted and immortal, reigning over all seas and skies! ... Praise the God of Death! Xiulotel revolves like the Night Star, moving from death to rebirth!"
