A tattooed woman CHAPTER XVI
The old man sighed, then began his tale: “The division between castes is the great plague of this Kingdom. When the supreme God Inkahal created the universe, he did not distinguish among creatures. He put them all upon the same plane. Each of them drinks the same water, breathes the same air and walks upon the same ground. And yet here, from immemorial times, the people is divided. The people inhabiting the same cities and walking upon the same roads are divided. On one side, the peasants, on the other, the nobles. The former cannot even look at the latter! When a nobleman walks by, the tattooed lower their heads, or cover their eyes. And thinking that everything the nobles enjoy is given them by the peasants!”
The Queen interrupted the old wise man: “You
