We hurried through the temple, climbing two flights of stone steps and always managing to keep just out of eyesight of the ACS guards who prowled the temple like roving jungle cats. They didn’t seem to be armed with anything other than maeauitls —but Mama G’s death had taught me how deadly a weapon an obsidian-studded wooden sword could be. And I was wary of any magical backup they might have. But by some miracle we managed to avoid both human and spirit patrols.