The Mayan Priest (51 page)

What if the rope was longer than the space through which they were plummeting down!

Gillian gripped Adam in absolute terror until they instantaneously came to a bone crunching, muscle stretching jerk before being ricocheted upwards for a few feet and unceremoniously dumped for a second time.

‘Oh fuck, Mate,’ cursed Adam as they lay dangling over an unknown space below.

‘I feel as if I’ve broken every bone in my body,’ complained Gillian as they remained dangling until she was able to free her hand and reach for the small torch she carried in her tool belt.

She switched it on and together they screamed until they could yell no more.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ was all Adam could say until Gillian forced him to calm down. They were face to face with a set of twelve mannequins that were positioned two feet from their position. Each one was so extraordinarily realistic, painted and detailed with such meticulous care that their intended purpose of frightening off intruders worked like a treat.

‘The twelve lords of Xibalba were the ruling lords of the Mayan underworld. They represent death and destruction and were designed to trap anyone who wanted to enter the city.’

The space was made to ensure that nothing in the room distracted attention away from the lords, from the unimpressive square room painted in dark hues to the rough stone floor and raw rock ceiling. It achieved the desired results.

‘Legend tells a tale of a great underground city ruled by twelve very powerful evil lords. These lords loved to set up tricks to either confuse or kill their visitors and no mercy was given, even if they were able to overcome the trials. One of the victims was the father of the Mayan twins Hunahpu and Xbalanque. These twins were eventually able to defeat the Xibalbans and bring their father back to life’

‘Wow, so what does this mean for us? Where do we go from here?’ asked Adam as Dale shouted from above, his voice barely intelligible.’ It sounded as if he was asking if they were okay and Gillian responded as loudly as she could.

‘We’re fine! We’re going to look around!’ Gillian did not know if they heard her, but she had to continue regardless. There was no immediate way out, only forwards.

‘So, where do we start?’ asked Adam.

‘It’s my guess that we have found ourselves at the beginning of a series of tests and if I recall the tale correctly, the lords would normally request a guest to sit at the table with them. If they complied, they would be burnt and humiliated by a heated cooking stone under the seat. The hero twins correctly identified the real lords at the table by sending a mosquito to bite them.’

Close attention proved that the mannequins were as good close up as they were from a distance, but avid scrutiny proved fruitless until Adam spotted a slight fault in the outer coating of one of the figures. He touched it gently to ensure its validity before peeling it apart with the gentleness of a surgeon. He looked inside and received his second shock in a few short minutes.

‘I have it,’ he whispered, too stunned to force his vocals to comply.

Gillian rushed over and followed Adam’s line of sight. It revealed a genuine skeleton.

‘This is the one we want,’ she said. ‘Mosquitos would only bite a real body,’ and in an act of impulsion, Gillian wrenched the skeleton from the bench and quickly located a small indentation in the seat. She ran her finger around the rim, noting the tiny marks, and could not think of anything she had discovered that would fit. Gillian took a moment to force her mind to correlate the clues Kinix had left to date, remembering that the only one she had not decoded was the small ball found with the last script. She was suddenly thankful she had not given the items to Richard along with the manuscripts.

Gillian pulled it out of her pocket and attempted to read the hieroglyphs, quickly learning that this one was simply a set of instructions and not a clue. It told her to press and pull which in ancient terms would have been hard to understand, but Gillian took at as being like the top of a medicine bottle and treated it accordingly. It snapped open to reveal a small drawing and another tiny ball with protruding lines. Gillian looked at the drawing and laughed. It was a picture of Kinix standing on the roof of a house with a smug expression on his face.

‘What on earth is that?’ asked Adam.

‘It’s Kinix’s way of telling us that his treasure was in his home. That he led us on a merry chase, searching for clues when it had been here all along. He’s poking fun at us.’

Adam sighed in disgust as Gillian inserted the ball into the indentation and pressed it down.

They were rewarded with a grating noise at the back of the room and their torches revealed an increasing gap as a portion of plaster split in half and collapsed into a dusty pile on the floor.

They stepped forward with caution, passing through the small gap into another room.

Gillian shone her torch about and studied what lay before her.

This room was painted in solid black and was a minefield of bottomless holes positioned in such a way that it would be impossible to miss them without light.

‘Exactly! In the city of Xibalba, the lords had a series of six rooms, each designed to test the intelligence of the visitor. The outcome was always death if they could not ascertain how to escape. It is my guess that this is supposed to be the first of the six rooms often referred to as the Dark House. The purpose was to confuse and capture the intruders in the absence of light.’

Gillian looked about. The only way forward was through a small doorway, which she did not hesitate to hurry under. This led into a cavernous room made entirely from large blocks of grey stone matching in size and pattern. Even the floor looked to be carved from the same quarry, creating an impression of an impenetrable prison.

‘I’m feeling chilly already,’ shivered Gillian as a few drops of water landed on her arms.

She shone her torch upwards to discover the cause and noticed four large stone panels that were purposely out of alignment. This was coupled by a loud grating noise, a slight lifting of the panels and further water.

Gillian turned to Adam and pointed to the roof: ‘A penny for your thoughts.’

‘If this is the cold room, the only thing I can imagine would have been chilly in Mayan times was water. Water running in underground streams away from the heat of the day.’ His voice was hurried and nervous.

‘Above us,’ she said.

‘Yes, and just about to cause us a lot of grief!’ Adam yelled as the first of the four panels had extended upwards enough to allow a measured amount of water to rain down on them. This rapidly increased to a steady stream, swiftly followed by the opening of the second panel.

‘Hurry, Gillian. We have to get out before we drown.’

The third panel lifted in quick succession, causing them to realise they were standing ankle deep in a rapidly growing lake and fast running out of time.

Gillian wracked her brain. She was not familiar with the details surrounding this particular room in Mayan legend, but logic told her that there must be a way out. Recalling the legend would certainly assist, but if she was able to find the opening then perhaps it did not matter. She deduced that the doorway would not be in the roof or floor as these two surfaces were the main components of Kinix’s plan. He would not compromise the strength of the structure, so it had to be the walls.

‘Adam, check the walls! I’ll meet you on the opposite side!’ she shouted as she hurried to the entrance.

She was now knee-deep in a rapidly growing lagoon which had been assisted by the noisy opening of the fourth panel.

Gillian ran her hands along the walls, touching, feeling for anything that may resemble a lock or a clue. There was nothing and by the time she met Adam, they were waist deep.

Gillian did not reply for Adam to understand what she wanted. He simply began searching even as the water had started to creep up and over his chest, made all the worse by the fact that they were stooping at a height they thought Kinix would have worked.

Adam shouted first. ‘Gillian! Over here!’

She waded across as quickly as possible and clasped his hand, following his direction to the indentation below the water line. It was definitely what they wanted and it took a few moments for her brain to process the square shape and connect it to the small tile she had uncovered in the box at Richard’s home. She rummaged about in her bag, swearing loudly, before she located the object and inserted it deftly into the slot. It fitted as expected, but nothing happened until she accidentally felt a series of lines and dots below the tile. Gillian pressed the ones representing three, indicative of the word zip and not a moment too soon as the water had reached both of their necks.

A sudden rumbling beneath their feet caught them unawares and initially Gillian feared they had made a grave error, but this was quickly followed by a whooshing sound as the centre of the floor opened and the water was sucked out.

Gillian looked at Adam and grimaced. They were one step closer to the prize, but she feared it wasn’t worth it. They were soaked, tired and each corner carried the possibility of death.

Adam simply grinned, making light of the potentially deadly situation they had just faced. ‘I know as well as you that there is no way we can turn back now. Even if we wanted to, the doors are closed and unless you know differently, I don’t see any illuminated exit signs. Anyway, you wouldn’t leave even if you had the opportunity. This sort of thing is in your blood.’

Gillian laughed aloud for the first time in a while. ‘Am I that predictable?’

CHAPTER FORTY FOUR

Without the sun on her back and no way to dry out, Gillian was feeling extremely cold. She was only thankful that they were in Guatemala and not the Canadian Alps where survival would be impossible without a snow suit.

Adam was shaking like a leaf. He attempted a humorous grin but it froze halfway across his face before fading to an unhappy smile.

‘Mate, this is cold!’

‘Yes,’ replied Gillian as they stepped down a short flight of stairs, squeezed though a narrow hallway and crept towards an unusual stone door that was as impressive as it was detailed.

Gillian viewed it with delight. It was covered in a panel of silver that had been etched and inlaid with tiny portions of mica to create a complete pictogram of a jaguar.

‘Wow!’ exclaimed Adam in amazement. ‘I’d love to have this at home. What do you think it means?’

‘The third room in the tale of Xibalba is the House of Hungry Jaguars.’

‘That’s not good. I don’t know about you, but I’ve had enough of fighting jaguars for a lifetime. We only escaped the first time due to luck and I don’t like our chances a second time around.’

‘I agree. There are two options. Either Kinix has created some sort of mechanical jaguar or the room was designed as a den for the real thing. If it’s the second option, there is a distinct possibility that the den may be abandoned or overgrown, considering it was created so long ago.’

Adam nodded as Gillian continued to press in a downward motion until they heard a resounding click and subsequent thump. The door sprang open, releasing a smell that made Gillian and Adam retch.