"From the Rivermouth fortress in the north to the Tarsas River in the south, from the mountains of Xitaqualo in the east to the mountains of Saka in the west... This vast land is my fief!"
Xiulote laughed heartily, revealing his pearly white teeth. The smile of the young king was handsome, and within that handsomeness lay a touch of solemn majesty. He stretched out his finger, tracing the edges of the atlas, etching the hills and rivers, villages and towns into his mind, as well as comparing them with the memories of his journey to the west.
