The weather was clear and cloudless, with a chill breeze blowing, making it a perfect day for work.
Xiulote stepped out of the splendid main hall, and the noise and clamor came from all directions. He heard intense arguments, coordinated shouts, and the sound of tools cutting through wood. The air was filled with the scent of wood and leather.
The young man looked around. The interior of the Texcoco Prince's Mansion had completely transformed. The beautiful gardens had been cleared out to make room for worktables and equipment; the elegant dwellings were altered to store various materials and tools; pits for drying wood and kilns for firing equipment were built in the corners; the only thing that stayed the same was the straw-covered and mud-plastered toilet, which perhaps could be used to pile saltpeter.