Not Like Other Men

Edrigu led two score of men into the jungle, in search of the City of Gold. The native guides marveled at these men from the sea, their great height and narrow eyes, their steel armor and iron pride.

“We are not like other men,” Edrigu told them. “We are different, unique. And should be treated so.” 

Did the rain god not fashion them from mud, asked the guides. 

“Certainly not.”

Did their spirits not fly to join the sun god after death? 

“What a ludicrous idea.” 

That night the guides took counsel among themselves, and cut the throats of those they could with their obsidian knives. Edrigu they left to wander, starve and die.

By their own admission, the conquerors were not like other men. They were different, and should be treated so.