That's what we are, isn't it, in this work, readers of the day signs, lovers and siblings, she who studied and she who flew, bells jingling behind her like light. Embellishing the days like warriors whose footsteps ground the strewn corn in uncertain spirals and moonshapes, the processional tears of grieving mothers, wives and sisters left behind; embellishing the days like warriors whose footsteps raise a storm of colored feathers, billowing up and falling down In the book it is said that "the bodies of the mountain women rolled down the stairs, and at the Tzompantli, the Skull Rack, their heads were severed and set up." What can we embellish? "At the same time, in the houses of the calpulli, the dough images of the mountains were cut apart and hung from the roof tops."