CHAPTER 3Meztli stood with her arms around Zolin and Cualli as they stared out through the snow that dropped silently to the ground in huge flakes and covered everything from footprints to Nahuatl's lonely body. It was as if peace had descended over that bleak sacred plateau.
"Come on," Zolin said. "Let's return to the cave, feed the llamas and stoke the fire.'"
"There's no wind and the snow is silent," Cualli whispered. "The gods must be pleased."
"If there are gods, I doubt if they even know or care," Meztli retorted. She was in tears as she stepped towards the body but gentle hands pulled her back into a hug.
"You can do nothing for her," Zolin said. "She is at peace and now we must get back to the cave."
Even their footprints from the journey out were obliterated as she walked bac
