The wall was built in stone, the guards were now called border patrol and some traders had built a house just behind it. The Jesters had roughly the same setup, a few hundred meters away, and every day, the no-mans land inbetween would get filled with wagons, market booths and traders. Many Cuahuatl made the long journey, and traded whatever their profession would grant them with all the Jesters had to offer. Some even stayed there, not wanting to travel all the way back or simply tired of the life back in Cholitual, and not long after the first settlers had arrived, some smart hunters started trading food to the emigrants, in exchange for shelter, or cloth, or whatever they needed. They called their village Tlocatlan - the wall.
"Sir, I have here a wagon filled with roughly 3000 square feet of cloth, two parts of 1500 each. I was ordered by Silonatl - Itzil to bring it to you, sir. But what are you going to do with it?"
"Finally! Where is it? Ah, perfect. Now get out of here, I've got work to do. Oh, and bring me some leather strips, will you?"
"This, Xochitli, could be best described as a very small spear that is launched by using the elasticity of this stick and the cord between it. The Jester-race calls it 'bow', and I think it might be useful in hunting, as well as warfare. It penetrates even deeper than a spear does, and one warrior can carry many of these little things in a bag. What is more, it goes farther and harder than our best warriors can throw a spear. Allow me to give you a demonstration."
"I challenge you to a duel. One week from now, in the temple arena."
The crowd looked amazed at such a bravery. The young man had come from Nilitl, the new settlement in the west, and had told anyone that wanted to hear it how the life as a farmer was, how the crops were so important and they even ate more plants than beasts, how they depended on the seasons and how great it was to see the result of a year of hard work in the storehouse. Xobatlan, a feared and respected warrior, had made a remark on how his farmer muscles had to be far inferior due to the lack of meat, and how any toddler would get the boy on his knees in a matter of seconds.
"You're kidding. How can you ever hope to take me down? Listen, boy, go back to your farm and your parents and whine about the big bad boy in the big city, but don't ask me to fight. You would be dead before you have a chance to raise your weapon. I'm letting you go now, but next time I see you, you won't come off that easily."
"You heard me. I'll expect you, over one week. I'll talk with the priests."
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