Sunday, March 9, 2014
100 Words a Day 570 La Pintura Negra 13/15
The procession trailed behind the woman. Her great bulk made the going slow, but the imminent arrival of her child urged her to move as quickly as possible. She needed to reach the shrine of San Isidro and bathe in the sacred fountain to ensure her son would have a prosperous reign. All the women of the royal court walked on the journey. They were dressed like humble religious, their clothing dirty from the long march. They neared the plateau, tall and narrow like a giant column, atop which waited the city. They felt relief as they entered its shadow.