44th time
VIII
Hours later Xixata was presented in the main hall, where the great Sun was enthroned. It was a room that seemed to Xixata bigger than the whole palace of Saba Tamac. At the back, gigantic stairs led to immense black and purple curtains with thick golden children. In the middle of each curtain a large sun challenged anyone who entered. There were no security guards, why? No one would dare lift a fingernail against the owner of it all. The girl walked to the foot of the monumental staircase and lay down on her stomach, covering her face.
--Come here,"-- said an imperious, deep voice from the height of the throne.
Xixata began to climb the stairs towards the curtains, her face lowered in respect and submission. She was already absolutely clear about everything. This throne was monumental, gigantic, enthroned. But it was not the main one. For the Great Father of the peoples, she was a simple princess of no importance, even if she was his granddaughter.