"So El Dorado is no' a man." In a soft tone, Lucia said, "She's La Dorada, the Gilded Woman. History had it wrong. Really wrong." "Makes sense." "What do you mean?" "Say you were a conquistador, hunting for the Gilded One's gold, yet the native was clever enough to keep a tomb full of it hidden. A native--a woman native-- somehow outwits you?" He shook his head. "Back in the day, I met a few gold-hungry conquistadors, and let's put it this way--the fragility of conquistador ego canna be overstated." --