THE INSURGENCE of
CHAN SANTA CRUZ
BOOK TEN:
THE BOOK of SKULLS
CHAPTER
FIVE
Now... as to the fate of Idznacab: Armando Feliz grew old and finally died during the years of
the second European war, after Lazaro Cardenas had
ascended to the Presidency of Mexico. José Macias never returning, his
whereabouts and fate unknown, the estanción was
divided and the land sold... some to a few of those whose families had worked
upon it for generations, the rest to strangers. But henequen was no longer
valuable, so corn was planted and the inheritors scratched out a living only
slightly better than that their ancestors had known.
Some remembered don Antonio's younger
son and averred that he become an assassin of Mexico City, others averred that
he had gone to California to become a cinema actor, a player of parts who had changed
his name so that the Americans would think him one of their own. Still others,
hearing rumours of great fortunes won or lost, placed
him in Cuba (perhaps to tutor Castro and Che Guevara
in the art of guerrilla war!) or in Paris, or on Wall Street in New York City.
We only know this... under the name of his birth... José Macias would never be seen again.
But... for our
patience... Juan de la Cruz grants us some fleeting recognition of the
one known to José and his General as Consuela, la víbora.
A remark by the stationmaster of San Sebastien that
an "indian-appearing" woman in a white,
woolen sweater, dark skirt and high boots had bought a ticket to Mexico City...
a creature of unnaturally reddened skin, wet in places with a creamy ichor, like chicle sap.
"Hers seemed the flesh of a newborn, or of an animal whose pelt has been
removed, preparatory to gutting and cooking," this stationmaster might
have said, to nobody in particular.
And one more glimpse... a barrio in
the capital, or Durango... or Merida... the swollen belly, the writhing little
worms with human faces (the Jackal's? the Major's?) and Consuela Kan's smile as, one after another, the little white eggs
tumble from her womb and are cracked open...
El huevo es su
amigo!
And, at last, it has become the proper
time to ask: what of Esteban's old companion, the young Silvestro
who had grown intoxicated with a mouthful of stars, had faced a demon in human
form without flinching; the man of years who had become
a sublevado jefe and had
flown with eagles?
The years of Silvestro
Kaak were long in number, but lacking in
satisfaction.
When the ropes binding Maria to the
altar were cut loose, Silvestro was already a jefe without kingdom. Gathering her fineries and the
little tiger-baiting Pablito, Maria fled the
territory, life already stirring in her belly as Consuela Kan had similarly
fled the hut of Cuahtenotl, bearing the oblation of
violent men. (These tumbled towards Mexico, as all great cities, as water seeks
the drain - we may be certain that don del Muerte
came for them, in time, but, also, that in their multiplied offspring and in
the children of these children, that which is Mexico's underworld… and that of
the world beyond… endures and is unendingly reborn.)
Deserted by his allies, his wife and
children; ridiculed as a creature of the dzulob by
his Oficiales and by the rebeldos
(who accounted the incident of the jaguar and blue woman to the fear engendered
by the drought, and an excessive consumption of balche),
Silvestro retreated to Santa Cruz to lick his wounds.
Some of the mazehualob, such as Moises
Lum and Clarencio Pec, followed Juan Bautista Vega one way, Pedro Yoac and the Teniente, Adam Chol, cast their fortunes with Francisco May and also departed,
leaving Silvestro only his hat, a broken watch and a
pittance from Don Venus... which also stopped at such time as did the heart of
the First Chief.
Silvestro
made a home in the rubble of a profaned Chan Santa Cruz, which still remained
unholy to the rebel Maya. He planted and weeded corn,
he cut chicle in season and hunted deer and birds and
made the occasional rare pilgramige to Belize City.
Six years after Maria's departure he married an unwanted girl, an orphan of Peto, barely in her teens, who would bear many solitary
children. The Kaaks were adjudged a surly lot, touched both by the malocchio
and contaminated by contact with the whites... and they were left to their own
devices for more than a decade.
Finally, men of an affiliation with
Francisco May determined that the city of the Holy Cross was simply too
valuable to be left to one insolent patriarch and his growing brood of outlaws.
They entered the village with machetes drawn, fearing Silvestro's
Belgian rifle but, perhaps more viscerally, anxious that no uay
magic descend upon them from the trees that had sprouted in the no longer tidy
plaza. But these were young men who were the sons and little brothers of those
who had feared Chankik, and when neither brujo nor tiger sprang at them, they boldly told Silvestro that the village would revert to the authority of
May, that he might live on the outskirts and pay the tribute of a lowly Cabo of the Cross. To their disappointment, Silvestro gathered his property and family and followed the
remains of Bravo's railroad to the east, settling in an even more ruined and
desolate a place... near that alien ground which the dzulob
had given the name Akbal. Food could be raised, with difficulty, and
among the gnarled, decaying roots of a great old ceiba
trunk was a small cenote. Several generations of Kaaks thrived there as did, over time, men and some women
of bad repute, unfit for life in such of the civilized villages that dotted the
Territory... neither May nor Vega nor any other Oficiale
interfered with these since the air of that place was considered unhealthy to
the mazehualob as to intruders.
So...
what was to become of the territory and its capital?
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