By the end of September, the skies were clear and the sun shone brightly. The moist southeasterly winds gradually ceased, replaced by dry, cold air from the northern highlands. The rainy season has now departed, and the dry season has gracefully arrived. The fields were lush and fragrant, with the villagers tirelessly busy. Pumpkins were drying, beans were being harvested, and the corn was just ripening.
By the shores of Lake Texcoco, a royal procession was winding its way along the abundant fields, heading towards Mount Estrella to the west. The villagers along the way knelt in respect, while the priests and village chiefs greeted them from afar, not daring to approach.
