BACHUÉ:
The truth?
Yada walked to a point on the stone wall. There could be seen drawings of people kneeling before a giant gray wolf.
"We are a thousand-year-old dark-skinned tribe," she began to tell, "from the beginning we have sworn allegiance to the god of the mountains: the Wolf King. He not only brought winter, but all the seasons: spring, summer, fall."
Yada pointed to a drawing of people fighting other people. Each human figure had a kind of club in their hands.
"We were the army of the Wolf King, and we fought against other tribes. We were mighty."
Yada stopped at a painting of a winged serpent drawn in front of the Wolf King.
"Until we came across the most powerful of the sacred beasts: the winged serpent. It was then that we joined the vast dark-skinned empire: Targuantinsuy. We swore a new oath to Emperor Tapac Kameh. The last empress was Shima Sakari, and do you know what color her eyes were? Red, just like yours."
