Tezcatlipoca was right. He was watched, but Huitzilopotchli had trained his people well. Not all of the block may worship him, but enough did. the warriors recognized Tezcatlipoca on sight and with due reverence he was shown to where Huitzilopotchli lived.
His home was always warm, even with the birds at the temple. As usual he sat on the railing of his balcony, his icon behind him and looking out over the cold city. When he felt Tezcatlipoca he turned around and nodded to his fellow. Then he rose and turned to walk into the apartment. The worship, small as it was, was doing him good. He was warmer and his eyes blazed brighter. "Tezcatlipoca. Good to see you."