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out with me tomorrow to look at <strong>the</strong> pyramids-<strong>the</strong>y were infinitely wise, those ancients, and infinitely<br />
powerful. The priests used to wear masks made <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> detached facial bones <strong>of</strong> former victims,<br />
exquisitely set with crystal and turquoise. Quite remarkable."<br />
"I should very much like to see <strong>the</strong>m," said January, and <strong>the</strong> old man smiled, a baring <strong>of</strong> teeth, like an<br />
animal about to bite.<br />
"Ignorant folk seem to think <strong>the</strong> priests cut through <strong>the</strong> victim's breastbone vertically to tear out <strong>the</strong><br />
heart," Don Prospero said. "But in fact <strong>the</strong>y slit <strong>the</strong> thorax in a horizontal curve just beneath <strong>the</strong> curve <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> rib cage and reached up under <strong>the</strong> sternum, something that can be accomplished in a few seconds."<br />
Past <strong>the</strong> Don's shoulder, January saw Don Anastasio, on his way out <strong>the</strong> door, pause and look back.<br />
Concern and something like fear flickered in his dark eyes.<br />
Out in <strong>the</strong> corredor, January had to smile at <strong>the</strong> way <strong>the</strong> women had divided <strong>the</strong>mselves up, like liquids<br />
in one <strong>of</strong> Rose's chemical experiments stratifying immediately and automatically, literally unable to<br />
combine. Rose sat beside Consuela, talking <strong>of</strong> stage machinery and how to make fire effects without<br />
burning <strong>the</strong> <strong>the</strong>ater down. Natividad, January guessed, would probably have joined <strong>the</strong>m had her mo<strong>the</strong>r<br />
permitted her to even acknowledge <strong>the</strong> presence <strong>of</strong> a woman <strong>of</strong> color in <strong>the</strong> long, furnished arcade, much<br />
less exchange words with her: not that Señora Lorcha was much less than three-quarters Indian herself,<br />
and her daughter close to that. But as Señora Lorcha snubbed Rose, Doña Imelda snubbed her, forming<br />
<strong>the</strong> nucleus <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> criollo Spanish group <strong>of</strong> Josefa, Valentina, and Valla's duenna. All puffed on <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
cigarettos with little golden clips and ignored <strong>the</strong> existence <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r women as <strong>the</strong>y would have<br />
ignored flies upon <strong>the</strong> wall.<br />
At <strong>the</strong> sight <strong>of</strong> Santa Anna's aides-handsome young men in uniforms as gorgeous as <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
chief's-Valentina rose, smiling. Doña Imelda was immediately at her side.<br />
"See, Vallacita, here is Rafael, your novia," she said in a voice that carried a command to Rafael in<br />
no uncertain terms. Torn from his approach to Natividad, Don Rafael came over obediently to join his<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r and Valentina on <strong>the</strong> lea<strong>the</strong>r-covered bench and launched into an informative account <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
re-upholstering <strong>of</strong> his carriage. Valentina turned her face coldly away.<br />
Down in <strong>the</strong> darkness <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> courtyard, one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> vaqueros around <strong>the</strong>ir fire played a sharp<br />
quickstep baille. Hannibal's violin caught <strong>the</strong> melody and turned it, weaving <strong>the</strong> air into a lilting<br />
barcarole and tossing it back into <strong>the</strong> shadows. The guitar replied, quicker now and challenging; <strong>the</strong><br />
violin answered lightly, quadrupling each note into cascades <strong>of</strong> riffles. January heard <strong>the</strong> vaqueros around<br />
<strong>the</strong> fire laugh at <strong>the</strong> guitarist's expression, and as <strong>the</strong> two instruments merged into a lively duet, he<br />
realized General Santa Anna had quietly joined him.<br />
"So Sir Henry Ward gave you a mandate to look into your friend's little problem, eh?" The General's<br />
teeth gleamed as he took <strong>the</strong> cigar from his mouth. "That was gracious <strong>of</strong> him."<br />
January met his eyes. Santa Anna was a man <strong>of</strong> average height for <strong>the</strong> United States, though he was<br />
accounted tall in Mexico-he carried himself like a king. Had he looked this gracious and noble six months<br />
ago, January wondered, when he'd turned his troops loose on <strong>the</strong> women and noncombatants <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
captured rebel city <strong>of</strong> Zacatecas, after slaughtering <strong>the</strong> prisoners taken in arms?<br />
"Whe<strong>the</strong>r Señora Montero spoke in truth or in anticipation-or merely out <strong>of</strong> a desire to annoy Capitán<br />
Ylario-I will endeavor to see Sir Henry Ward at <strong>the</strong> earliest opportunity, Your Excellency."<br />
Santa Anna chuckled. "It is true that Capitán Ylario is <strong>of</strong>ficious. The pettifogging <strong>of</strong> bureaucrats did not