THE INSURGENCE of
CHAN SANTA CRUZ
BOOK NINE:
BOOK of the JAGUAR PRIEST
CHAPTER
FORTY EIGHT
Octaviano Solis had heard nothing of struggle but, when he
returned, puzzled over the absence of not only Maria, but of the hammock. Pablito snarled towards the door and road, and the Colonel,
perturbed, poked his head outside just as an old woman chanced to dart across
the road with a jug of water.
The
thirst brought by Lord Kin had overwhelmed her terror of the nameless days.
"What
have you seen here?" Solis asked, thankful to have learned the language
and lore of the Territory, though under such distressful circumstances.
"They
have taken the blue offering to Chankik," she
replied, showing a great yawning grin, with only one tooth on her left lower
jaw and its mismatched mate on the upper right. "A fine morsel for the Chacs, who are sure to reward this sacrifice with a long,
lasting rain."
This
tradition Solis also knew. Scooping up
the little dog the Colonel lunged to Silvestro's hut.
"You have brought a blue woman to Santa Cruz!" he said, and told the
yawning Tatoob of those things he'd learned as Pablito squirmed from his arms and leaped to the door,
yapping.
"Chankik?" asked Silvestro, “he
is here?” and when the Colonel nodded, the Tatoob
rose from his hammock and gripped the pistol that Carranza had presented him,
the silver revolver with its flourishes and old inscriptions. From the pocket of his Mexican trousers he
withdrew a handful of bullets and selected on, of purest silver. "They will have gone to the old walls. Follow me."
But it
was Pablito who led the way, discerning the scent of
his mistress. The two men followed the
dog until the road gave out and a trail diverged into the monte.
"There is a small temple this way," Silvestro
said, breaking into a trot. Colonel Solis attempted to keep up but his boots
were heavy and his thighs sore, and he fell behind the Governor, even the
poodle.
Ten
minutes they ran, an epoch which seemed like days to Solis.
"Maria!"
Silvestro called, but he spoke forwardly, not to the
Colonel who dragged himself on.
The monte abruptly thinned to a clearing. Solis, stumbling
forward, panting, saw that a throng had gathered around the old stones. There
were Pedro Yoac and Moises Lum, Oficiales whom he
recognized, and others... all naked and painted with red and yellow stripes and
depictions of unspeakable obscenities. Maria Morelos was tied to the old
stones, Parisian fashions strewn to all sides like dead birds. She had been
daubed with the blue paint of offering, and writhed before the brujo, Chankik, who had tied the
skin of an enormous spotted tiger to his neck, his wrists and thighs. The skull
of the beast had been scooped out and its face drawn down over the xaman's own like the cowl of a monk; the tail hung loose
and flopped from side to side as Chankik danced
before the great red setting sun, throwing off purple shadows that sizzled and
shattered into thousands upon thousands of misshapen spirits skittering across
the old walls.
"Halt!"
the Tatoob ordered, and Chankik
turned, displaying the black knife he held between his bleeding palms...
Silvestro raised Carranza's silver pistol.
"Who
is it commanding Juan de la Cruz to halt?" the brujo
charged, and the painted men muttered their concord. Silvestro's
knees weakened, the pistol wavered in his grip. "Who are you?"
Chankik asked again.
Then Pablito's barking distracted the gaze of the uay-balaam, the tiger-nagual...
"This is who you are," Solis
interposed, drawing, from his jacket, the photograph of the Tatoob
standing beside the aircraft. Silvestro took this
photograph and frowned. He rubbed his index finger across its surface and
looked up.
"I
am the eagle, General Silvestro Kaak,
Halach Uinic; Governor of
Quintana Roo and Jefe Militar of... of..."
"You
cannot say it," smiled the brujo. Chankik turned to the painted Oficiales,
whispering "he cannot admit the situation of his crime!"
He
raised the knife...
"...
of Santa Cruz del Bravo," Silvestro
finished and fired.
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