Benja stared up at the Chancel. His mouth hung open. He'd never seen anything like it. He was used to the modest village temples of Pake, but the Chancel looked like several towering cathedrals had magically Voltroned into a single massive super-cathedral.

Clutching Pampaa's sandals to his chest, Benja breathed, "By all the gods..."

"Yes, it is," Xochitl agreed.

Pampaa shrugged. "I've always found this place a bit garish."

Benja's gaze ...