Warlord Chik-Chan abducted the daughter of the northern chieftain and came to me for the star charts, wishing to take her as his wife according to our rites.
I questioned the stars. And the stars answered: they were not meant to be together, for the chieftain’s daughter resisted this union. Burning with rage, Chik-Chan destroyed the star charts. He refused to heed the will of the heavens.
They tore out my tongue and sealed me here. And now not a day passes that I do not pray for vengeance.
The stars are without mercy. They see. They will punish my killer.
