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Monty is sending a group of important nobles to meet the pale hairy-faced gods. He’s sending me along too. It looks as if I might end up as a sacrifice sooner than I expected.

I’ve never been down to the sea before. I should be as happy as a lizard on a sunny rock, but I’ve got serious doubts about this particular trip to the beach. For one thing it’s a long hard walk for many days through the mountains before the road drops down to the coast. Then, merchants who’ve been there tell me, it’s very hot and sweaty down by the sea.

On top of that, we’ll have to travel through country belonging to people we’ve conquered. Monty has had lots of wars against them, in fact he seems to fighting someone most of the time. Monty makes these conquered people pay tribute to us every year. I don’t think we Aztecs are flavour of the month outside the empire.

Or maybe we are. Some people say you can’t beat a nice piece of prisoner flesh for a tasty snack. The palm of the hand is supposed to be especially delicious.