“The same to you.”
“Have you any news?”
“None, except I hear of a crowd of pabas in the city, come, as rumor says, from Tezcuco, Cholula, Iztapalapan, and other lake towns.”
“When did they come?”
“In the night.”
“Oho! There’s something afoot.” And Xoli wiped the perspiration from his forehead.
“So there is,” the neighbor replied. “The king goes to the temple to worship to-day.”
A light broke in upon the Chalcan. “True, true; I had forgotten.”
“Such is the talk,” the citizen continued. “Will you be there? Everybody is going.”
“Certainly,” answered Xoli, dryly. “If I do not go, everybody will not be there. Look for me. The gods keep you!”