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 mercy that you have, with this poor man who dares to speak to such an illustrious Teacher.

In truth I do not know who I am, and much less what is the mission that our beloved Lord, "he who invents himself", has entrusted upon me. I just feel with truth, an immense nostalgia for my spirit to regain full consciousness.

I will fulfill my destiny, I am infinitely grateful for your will and mercy, with this poor pilgrim.

Immediately after, Night Eagle left the place. The long days of the year went by, the first rains began and warm weather started to go away. North wind was a middle aged man with a serene countenance, following the Venerable Teacher instructions, began to teach both the language and customs of the land of the Feathered Serpent.

Night Eagle learned very easily; seemed as if rather than learning, he just remembered it. North wind addressed the boy with much respect, as he sensed, that Night Eagle was a polished and virtuous flourished death warrior, but that at the time, he was at a temporary disadvantaged condition.

When his daily instruction was completed, Night Eagle preference in the evenings was to go to the highest part of the south pyramid of the complex. He had an inexplicable fascination in seeing the extensive surface of those lands. The horizon line bewitched him; such land immensity literally captivated him, as an unfathomable earth sea. From the top of the pyramid, he saw the slow sinking of the incandescent star; gradually devoured by earth. Lots of different types of bird flocks flew on their way to rest and until very late remained the reddish glow of the day that had ended.