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Chapter 8
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123 o 8 The child sat in the mir a dor pet ting a small black cat in his lap as he re cov ered from his ex er tions. He had dug a deep hole in the pal ace gar den, show er ing flower beds with dirt and up root ing a rose bush planted by his great-grandmother. The boy was short and slim and dressed in the blue cadet’s uni form of an ex clu sive Jes uit school. From his stat ure, it was clear that he was eight or nine, and yet he seemed not so much a child as an adult in mini ature. His uni form, with its brass but tons and mar tial cut, broad across the chest and shoul ders, nar row at the waist, im posed upon his boy ish form a soldier’s sil houette. More over, his head was large for his body, and his face re vealed the fully formed fea tures of a man, only far more del i cate. From his broad, clear brow, his face nar rowed to a firm, round chin cleft with a shal low dim ple that deep ened ir re sis tibly when he laughed. His com plex ion was si mul ta ne ously pale and dark, like a gar de nia in the moon light, framed by the inky black ness of his tum bled hair. His skin was flaw less, as if it had been cut from a bolt of the fin est silk ever spun. His eyes were an in can des cent green, like a clus ter of leaves with the sun light shin ing through them, and his eye lashes were so long and thick that his eyes ap peared to be ringed with kohl. To his grand mother, who was ob serv ing him from the gar den gate, he was as beau ti ful as a child in a fable. She could never look at him with out think ing he was not quite en tirely human but was like a sprite, an elf-child, with his other worldly beauty and his mys ter i ous self-possession. She en tered the gar den tap ping her cane loudly against the walk way— the cane was an af fec ta tion, for she liked to ap pear frailer than she was— and ap proached him in a rus tle of pet ti coats and black silk. The lit tle 124 The Apostle of Freedom cat, watch ing her prog ress with alarm, leapt from the boy’s arms and ran into the bushes. “Hello, Abue lita,” the child said, ris ing and dust ing the dirt from his uni form. None of her other grand chil dren would have dared ad dress her as “granny.” But José she al lowed lib er ties she had al lowed no other human be cause from the mo ment he had first gazed at her with his leaf-green eyes he had be come the great love of her old age. “José,” she re plied, “why are you de stroy ing my gar den?” “Chepa told me there is an Aztec te o calli be neath our house, and in side there is a treas ure room filled with gold the Aztec priests hid from the con quis ta dores.” The old woman sat down. “If the cook spent more time cook ing and less time fill ing your head with In dian super sti tions, her meals might ac tu ally be ed ible.” “They are not super sti tions, Abue lita,” he re plied with a child’s in no cent ad a mancy. “In the na tional mu seum I saw stones from Tenoch titlán they found in the ground be neath the ca the dral. Why couldn’t there be a tem ple here, too?” “And what would you do with this Aztec gold?” “I would give it to you,” he said. She pat ted his hand. “You are a gen er ous, fool ish child. Come with me.” She led him to the back wall of the mir a dor, where she used her cane to in di cate the foun da tion. Un like the mar ble from which the gazebo’s vis ible parts were con structed, the foun da tion stone was tez on tle, the vol canic rock from which Tenochtitlán had...