"If it weren't for his deep experience and the fact that he comes from the family of Your Highness's samurai..."
Huitu Puapu pondered silently. Taking a dozen trusted aides was hardly different from going alone. He thought for a moment, then asked.
"What did the old general say?"
"The old man told me to divide our forces to suppress the disorder in the city, then control the streets and prohibit civilians from passing. I left fifteen hundred men to quell the unrest in the city and came here directly with five hundred trusted aides."
"Are the five hundred Mexica samurai still at the Temple Pyramid?"
"They were still there when I left."
"Hmm."
Puapu silently nodded his head. It seemed General Etalik also had suspicions about them. The assassination by Guramo put all commanders from the Prepetcha lineage in an awkward position. His and Oorta's repeated contacts with Guramo added another layer of embarrassment, even danger.
"Damn! Oorta, you've really screwed me over!"
