I hadn’t known until that moment. "To the Yucatán," I told him. "To the town of Izamal. The feathered serpent told us that it was the home of the sacerdote who found Mama Grande after she lost her magic and memories. I didn’t understand the comment at the time—it didn’t make sense that the Aztlaner priests would let a rebel sympathizer like Mama Grande go free again. But I just figured that they didn’t know who she was.