Song of the Hummingbird (22 page)

It was dark by the time Father Benito strode down Tepeyac and headed for the monastery. As he walked, Huit-zitzilin's voice reverberated over and again. He made his way through the darkened city, wondering what could fill the emptiness created by her absence. His question was answered when he reminded himself that he had captured her words on paper and that her song would live on in Anahuac forever.