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 few yards from the opening, so for a moment they saw the cavern fully lit and something else, in the depths of his being, was also struck with the violent discharge. By the lightning thunder, which multiplied in the cave, he then had a fleeting memory, as a frozen view of something, which was related to the cave and his past, something that was very important and that he was about to catch in his conscious part.

Night Eagle spent all night trying to open his memories floodgate. A huge fog wall made his distraught intelligence lose clarity and ending with a blank mind, as in a trance or dozing. He again recovered and concentrated on his memories, only to once again crash against the fog wall, which gradually surrounded him, making him lose clarity and will.

One of the elderly, a member of the secret pochtecas brotherhood, realized what was happening to Night Eagle and I spoke to him in Nahuatl, the language of the old grandparents:

—Listen young traveller, these clumsy words from a poor and ignorant guy, wants to speak to you, deliver his poor heart to you.

I am already an old man, the vultures will soon come for him. My name is Evening light. The only thing I have, the only thing that I possess, want to give to; because I see and feel that your heart is in great pity, a great sadness that is hurting your noble and tender heart. Follow me.

Night Eagle was not in the least surprised to hear the words of the old man. His entire body understood what was happening and his mind was not opposed. He slowly followed the old man, who took him to a discreet corner, where there was a tunnel which led to a small chamber. Evening light was carrying a torch that lit up the enclosure.