Chapter 12

I

Blue bird bathed in her pool of blue turquoise. It was always very relaxing and auspicious for her to bathe in that water, her slaves added rosemary extract for her hair, roses to improve her skin, and above all, to close her eyes and feel in her whole organism the beneficial and energizing action of the blue turquoise; magnificent energy that did not end up empowering her body, allowing her to realize her life. A thousand things tried.

She had taken the mysterious concoctions that Ruth-Za-Berú had prepared, she had eaten more salt while ovulating, she had bathed with water potentiated with red jasper stones, rain of gold, under the radiations of the crescent moon. Blue Bird understood as the punishment of being a prisoner of an inferior people. Of having insulted the Caribbean race, not having the courage to kill herself and accept the bed of a man almost twenty years older than her. The princess closed her eyes again, floating in the waters of the pond, concentrating on the soles of her feet, remaining in a state of stupor, seeing inside her brain a scene unfolding with incredible clarity....

The princess saw how some Carib warriors were fighting with unheard-of ferocity against a very numerous group of Inca troops armed to the teeth. The battle was in the most absolute silence and enveloped by the light of dawn and she heard a very familiar voice say in shouts.

---Saba Tamac, why are you doing this to us? Murderer, murderer!

The young woman opened her eyes, frightened, and looked around. Nothing was out of place. She was still alone in the royal bath. The young woman climbed out of the pool stairs and covered her body with a vicuna wool cloth, shaking out her magnificent blue-black hair.

Immediately Ruth Za Berú entered.

--Excuse me, your majesty. It was not my intention. Besides there was no guard at the door---Explained the man looking at her with greedy eyes, without turning away from the door.

--Permission, High Priest ----- said the young woman, looking at him angrily.

The man turned away without taking his eyes off the magnificent woman, who walked past him and hurried down the corridor. She was uncomfortable with the man's presence and his insolent way of looking.

--Someday. Someday," --the man whispered as he watched the queen walk away,--- "even if by force, you will be mine.