From a Series of Codices Painted on Deer-Skins, Which Were Found in the Forest
“The woman stood over him. The flesh of her jaw had been torn away. He could not speak, but she knew his mind, and in a voice like a wind she commanded him to go deeper into the mountains and live in exile, for he must never see his home again. Then she said that humankind would never do better than to wage endless war. She said magic was false; love was the enemy of sleep; and gold was poison. She said no map would help him and he must go.”
