The dark tent is deep and the candles are bright. A faint scent of herbs spread in the tent, vaguely like the fragrance of elk. The cotton blanket was spread on the ground, with faint marks of human figures and moist dew. Under the candlelight, two new mahogany wine glasses and a black pottery wine jar were placed.
On the left side of the wine jar, there is a small shallow bowl with half-used fish paste in it. On the right side of the wine jar, there was a piece of broken black gauze, which was almost torn into pieces and crumpled into several balls. It was unknown what happened.
Hulot was wearing short clothes and had a cold expression. He sat cross-legged in front of the wine jar and picked up the mahogany wine glass. There were two more cat scratches on his neck, and several snake teeth marks on his shoulders. He didn't care, drinking tequila, and only occasionally cast his eyes on the soft woman in his arms.
Miava's eyes were blurred and her expression was in a trance, like a soft, boneless snake, leaning on the king's arms. She was sitting sideways, wearing Xuelote's black robe, trying hard to close her outstretched legs, like an egret that couldn't stand up. The woman's red neck and the blue and red handprints on her ankles looked like a flamingo that had been knocked down by a jaguar and tasted fiercely.
The sea is silent and the night is silent. All the stormy waves dissipated in the night wind, leaving only the elk fragrance that was difficult to dissipate. The two just lowered their heads, sitting close to each other, smelling their own scent on each other, and didn't speak for a long time.
"Eckart! Do you have any more wine?"
The king drank the wine glass, shook the wine can, and shouted outside the tent.
"This wine is good, give me another bottle!"
"Yes! Master!"
Outside the big tent, the captain of the guard, Ekart, solemnly promised. Soon, he got the wine can and a towel and went outside the tent.
"Master?"
"come in!"
Ekart opened the tent door, his eyes moved slightly, and he saw the king and the chief snake mother sitting opposite each other. The two of them looked calm, one spoke gently and the other listened patiently. Eckart put down the wine can, poured a glass of wine for the owner of the house, and without asking a single word, stepped back and left the tent.
"My Lord, the so-called Totonak is just a general name. It represents a hot place, including both inland highlanders and coastal lowlanders, as well as tribes in the west who believe in feathered serpents, as well as Tribes in the East that worship the sun"
"But in fact, there has never been a powerful tribe that called itself Totonac. There has never been any coastal tribe that unified the land of Totonac! Well, except for the legendary Teotihuacans. Except for you who are powerful and brave."
The Snake Mother Chief Miawa smiled and teased the messy and sweaty long wind. There were thousands of styles on her eyebrows and infinite spring in her eyes. With a full sense of security, charming and serious, she recounted the details of the tribes of Totonac.
"Therefore, the tribes of Totonak have never surrendered to the same powerful chief, nor have they followed the same traditions, or even the same gods. The beliefs of the Western tribes, affected by the conquest of the plateau, have always been based on the ancient Tol The Quetzalcoatl of the Turks is the example of the gods; the beliefs of the Eastern tribes are more inherited from the Olmecs, similar to the Mayan tribes of the East, with the sun god as the leader of the gods."
"So, my highness, the East and West Totonak tribes are just the loose white sand on the seashore. It is not an easy task for you to shape it into a pottery cup!"
Hearing this, Shulot nodded slightly. Unlike the tribes of the highlands, and even the Mixtecs of the south, the Totonac tribes have indeed never been unified or integrated by outside forces. The beliefs, cultures, customs, and legends of each tribe are slightly different. The so-called Totonak Alliance is just a conference of chiefs who were forced to unite under external pressure.
"So, Miava, how are the East and West Totonak people connected?"
Hearing this, Miyava's eyes flashed, she glared at the king angrily, and chuckled.
"Hehe! My Highness, what else can you rely on? Of course it is the marriage of divine descendants between the ministries, the similar ancestor myths between the ministries, and the two holy places in the east and west! The myth of the common ancestor is the basis for the dialogue between the ministries. The east and west The two holy lands have thus divided the East and West Totonak tribes. But what is really most important and has the greatest impact is the marriage of the descendants of the gods!"
"The marriage of divine descendants has lasted for hundreds of years. The chiefs of the coastal tribes are all the descendants of divine descendants' marriages. And only divine descendants with respected blood can be qualified to rule the tribe! For hundreds of years, this concept has been It is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and most tribal warriors and tribesmen firmly believe in this. The reason why the chiefs of various tribes can rule the tribes relies on their own bravery and the divinity in their blood!"
"Sometimes, in order to prevent the tribe's divine blood from leaking out and being acquired by other tribes, many large tribes will choose intra-tribe holy marriages. The union of uncles and nephews, aunts and nephews, brothers and sisters, and gods with similar blood is very common. Large tribes that can marry each other and exchange divine blood will have a very close relationship, which is a de facto alliance."
Having said this, Miava smiled, looked at the king's expression, and sighed quietly.
"Over the years, so many tribal chiefs have wanted to marry me. In addition to wanting their bodies, they also want to attack the Jinwan tribe, and Chiqini has not allowed me to marry. They also want to keep the Jinwan tribe in their hands. Until I met you, my Highness, the tribe and I have all become your trophies!"
"Common ancestors, the holy land of East and West, the marriage of divine blood."
Hearing this, Shulot touched his chin and remained silent. It sounds like the situation of the coastal tribes is somewhat similar to that of the ancient Egyptian tribes ruled by theocracy. The emergence of this tradition is also because the various tribes have been passed down for too long, and the upper-level ruling groups have been completely solidified, forming the descendants of the divine blood who are born noble and humble.
"So, the Totonak tribes are constantly resisting me because I don't have the divine blood to rule them all?"
"Hehe! My Highness, this is just the reason for the chiefs to call on the warriors and tribesmen. Of course it is not just that! Even if a great chief with a divine blood descendant wants to unify the various tribes, he will encounter resistance from each tribe. And there are so many people who resist you, that’s naturally because you want too much!”
Miava closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she was as innocent as a girl. She reached out her hand and gently touched the king's cold face, her eyes seemed to be shining with stars of reverence.
"My Highness, you want the tribe's faith and want to eliminate all the priests; you want the land of the city-state, and you want to sacrifice the revered descendants of the gods; you also want the tribe's Dingkou, and seize the control of the chiefs over the tribesmen. You almost Pushing all the powerful figures in Totonac's tribes to the hostile side."
"However, even if you are against all the strong men, you can still defeat them, trample them under your feet, and force them to surrender to you. Ah! My Lord, you are really the most powerful king! Ah! I like it so much! .”
"Enemies against all the strong Totonac people are enemies!"
Hearing this, Shulot stretched out his hand and rubbed his swollen eyebrows, feeling a headache again. He was silent for a while, then held down the woman's unruly hand and said calmly.
"Miava, priests, gods, leaders, the ruling class at the top of each tribe are indeed the enemies that the alliance must deal with. We must obtain the power to rule the tribe from them. However, for these top figures, the alliance will also I never thought about killing them all! Although the conditions were harsh, we still gave them a chance."
"The conditions of the kingdom"
Hearing this, Miava smiled softly. She knew what the so-called "harsh" conditions were, as she was forced to accept them. However, these conditions of the alliance are not only harsh, but also want to completely take away the tribe. The chiefs would have to accept it unless the troops came to the city and their lives were at stake. And whenever there is a chance, or there is a possibility of recurrence, they will choose to fight to the end.
"As for the middle and lower levels of each tribe, warriors and tribesmen, the alliance wants to accept military merit, land and titles to ensure the promotion of warriors. Priests guide farming, and civilian villages ensure food and clothing. As long as the ruled of these tribes surrender, Alliance, we will live better than before!"
Having said this, Shulot looked solemn and his eyes turned red again.
"But! These warriors treated kindly by the alliance and the tribesmen treated leniently, even if they have listened to the will of the kingdom and seen the unstoppable army, they will still, under the instigation of the chiefs and priests, set off endless rebellions in the rear of the army after they leave!" "
"Now, there are hundreds of thousands of Totonak tribes and warriors who have surrendered to the kingdom! So many surrendered tribes and so many surrendered armies are all suppressed by the kingdom's legion. If there is even the slightest mistake, they will kill a mountain of corpses. Sea of blood! And killing people is not what I want! If I kill the seaside land into a piece of white land, even if I occupy this place, what’s the point?”
After hearing the king's words, the woman blinked, thoughtfully. After the intimate contact, the king finally opened his heart to her, allowing her to get closer to the true supreme.
"Miava, let me ask you what should I do to rule these surrendered seaside warriors and tribesmen and establish a real kingdom? I will give you seven days to think about it carefully and don't answer in a hurry! This answer is very important. This is true for me, and even more true for you!”
After saying that, Shulot picked up the wine glass and drank the remaining wine in one gulp. Then, with his deep eyes, he looked at the Chief Snake Mother who was silently thinking, pinched her cheek, and strode away.
The tent door is opened, the stars are shining brightly, and the evening breeze is warm. The tent door is closed, the candlelight is dim, and the fragrance is lingering. Snake Mother Chief Miava, wrapped in the king's black robe, sat quietly on the cotton blanket and was silent for a long time. Then, she smiled softly, picked up His Highness's wine glass, poured a glass of tequila, and drank it all with a smile.
"Hehe! Real kingdom rule, ruling the entire seaside land? Actually, this is very simple!"
"My Lord, you have the power, but you can't do it. I don't have the power, and I can't do it. But if I had your power, I could do it!"
