La’al sneered, “You speak with a baboon’s tongue. There is no world beyond D’Chao’s Teeth. There is only forest and the dead city. The city is dead because its people sought to outshine the glories of Heaven. They pulled gold, silver and gems from the living earth to decorate their temples and themselves. And Heaven turned away. It withheld the rain until all was dry and the gardens gave no yield.”
“Were you there?” I asked.
La’al’s nostrils flared and she curled her upper lip. “My spirit was there. I carry the same spirit as my first grandmother. We called to Heaven for forgiveness. We made the pact that allowed the People to survive.”