He had arrived accompanied by two men.
‘Are you the strangers who came this morning?’ Asked the shaman solemnly.
They both nodded.
‘After you left our island, the Council of Elders met and talked,’ he added as a strong wind ruffled the feathers that crowned his headdress.
‘About us?’ Néstor replied, stunned.
‘Among our people, there is a legend. The god Wakon was expelled by his brother Pachamac for failing to fulfil his obligations in the world of the gods. As revenge, Wakon took away the rain and left the coast of Peru dry forever.’
‘I don't see what your legend has to do with us,’ James replied.
‘It's very simple,’ he said, staring into his eyes. ‘It means that we should not anger the gods. If they have sent you with this map, they will have their reasons.’
‘Then you do know of
