The clear breeze and bright moon, the fierce morning sun. With the alternation of day and night, messengers come and go. For several days in a row, Xiulote stayed in the large camp outside the city, handling the reports returned from all sides.
Only when dusk fell did he have time to go into the city to see the weakly recuperating Nashu and his newly born yet strong son. Then, when the morning sun rose, he returned to the camp to continue handling military and political affairs with the assistance of Guard Commander Ecatl.
