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Continued from Maya 1 At length, when the womens' screams had ceased and the sound of the thunder had stopped, he gathered his courage and withdrew himself from his hiding place beneath the corn. He left the hut and prostrated himself before the first Gods he found. He knew they would not send him to their world. Who would want to share their world with a coward. He exhaled a prayer of forgiveness to his father and was sad to think that he may never join him there. He did not see another living person when he left his place of hiding, only Gods. They have taken them all, he thought. He also thought, perhaps, he should take with him some of the ceremonial ornaments to prove their piety, but what use would these Gods have for such useless decorations and left them all under the corn? He was taken to what he could only assume was the Emperor God. The one he came to know as the Turtle God. Every other God bowed their head to him as they approached. He was fearsome in appearance with dark hair, midnight black beard and eyes the color of the sky. His white skin gleaming almost as bright as his shell, and his voice like rolling drums, deep and hypnotic. Upon his person, he wore a loose-fitting off-white upper garment that hung loosely below his shell. It seemed very light in weight and almost see-through against the flames. Below that his extremities were hidden by a strong fabric that surrounded each leg separately gathering at the top to join as one. He always carried his thunder stick in his hand and a pouch on his side appeared to hold a long dagger made from the same material as his shell. When the Gods completed their brief conversation, the one with the talisman withdrew a small stack of papers from under his garment and began frantically searching through it, stopping on one piece and quickly glancing down the sheet. The papers seemed similar to his own peoples Codices, but where his clan wrote with ornate colorful pictures, from what he saw, theirs only contained many squiggly lines like a child's scribble. The God grabbed him by his arm and looked directly into his eyes. "Bix a k' a'aba'?" The God's pronunciation of the words was strange but he understood what was asked. With a quizzical look, he responded, "Bembe." He looked at the God with renewed respect. He knows our language he thought, and repeated as he touched his chest, "I am called Bembe." The God turned to the other God with a smile on his face, then turned back to him, "Ixim? Ixim!?" He repeated. Corn? Bembe thought. They must be the Corn Gods, why else would they ask him about corn? He was unsure how to respond. The darkness cloaked the fields around him but the corn tassels gleamed bright gold in the light of the fires. He gestured to them. The Talisman God seemed frustrated and began looking at the papers again. Turtle God was impatient and grew angry, slapping him on the face over and over. Repeatedly he said the word ixim. Then he drew his dagger and pierced the blade through Bembe's stomach. The pain was intense but not as bad as he had expected. He was happy that he did not cry out like a child, his father would be proud. At first, he smiled. The God seemed to have forgiven his cowardice, and now wants him to follow them to their realm. He was happy that he would see his father again. The Talisman God grabbed the Turtle God's arm trying to stop him, as he howled a strange sound, "NNNNNNNoo!" Grabbing his charm and kissing it, he knelt beside Bembe. As he cradled him in his arms he said the word, "Taak'in?" He was confused, "Taak'in," Bembe repeated. "Taak'in," was the God's response, "Taak'in, taak'in." The words became a chant in his ears as he lie dying. "Taak'in, taak'in, sak taak'in," Turtle God joined in. Bembe started to point to the hut where the gold was stored. They were welcome to have it, anyone in the village was welcome to it if they wanted it. It was not intentionally hidden. They had placed the corn over it to keep it dry. The corn soaked up the moisture in the air. Any villager could have told them where it was, but now there were no more villagers, except him. Then it dawned on him. He chuckled. Taak'in, sak taak'in, gold and silver. He had heard of villages far away to the east being destroyed for their gold and silver and jade. Xilo, ixim, there were so many words for corn in their language he could not remember them all. If these so-called Gods had tried to take their corn they would have fought back. They would not have let them easily have it. It was their life's blood. It was what they fought wars with neighboring clans over. It was a gift from their Gods. But the gold? They would gladly have given it to them if they had asked. The remorse he felt for his village lay heavy in his chest, as he slowly turned himself so his head was facing north and he crossed his arms and straightened his legs. There was no one left to bury him, so he had to position his own body to honor the Gods, the true Gods. With strength, he opened his eyes to see the angered arguing and fighting between the Talisman and the Turtle. He drew great pleasure knowing that they would never find what they were looking for only thirty paces from where he lay. The two stopped and looked at him as he chuckled again. Then with great effort and pain, Bembe, let forth a laugh that was so loud and full of contempt that the two creatures standing above him took a step backward. At that moment, as he lie there, his final thought was that he knew they were not Gods, just common thieves, as he smiled and his soul left his body. 03/22/2021

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Maya 2

Continued from Maya 1 At length, when the womens' screams had ceased and the sound of the thunder had stopped, he gathered his courage and withdrew himself from his hiding place beneath the corn. He left the hut and prostrated himself before the first Gods he found. He knew they would not send him to their world. Who would want to share their world with a coward. He exhaled a prayer of forgiveness to his father and was sad to think that he may never join him there. He did not see another living person when he left his place of hiding, only Gods. They have taken them all, he thought. He also thought, perhaps, he should take with him some of the ceremonial ornaments to prove their piety, but what use would these Gods have for such useless decorations and left them all under the corn? He was taken to what he could only assume was the Emperor God. The one he came to know as the Turtle God. Every other God bowed their head to him as they approached. He was fearsome in appearance with dark hair, midnight black beard and eyes the color of the sky. His white skin gleaming almost as bright as his shell, and his voice like rolling drums, deep and hypnotic. Upon his person, he wore a loose-fitting off-white upper garment that hung loosely below his shell. It seemed very light in weight and almost see-through against the flames. Below that his extremities were hidden by a strong fabric that surrounded each leg separately gathering at the top to join as one. He always carried his thunder stick in his hand and a pouch on his side appeared to hold a long dagger made from the same material as his shell. When the Gods completed their brief conversation, the one with the talisman withdrew a small stack of papers from under his garment and began frantically searching through it, stopping on one piece and quickly glancing down the sheet. The papers seemed similar to his own peoples Codices, but where his clan wrote with ornate colorful pictures, from what he saw, theirs only contained many squiggly lines like a child's scribble. The God grabbed him by his arm and looked directly into his eyes. "Bix a k' a'aba'?" The God's pronunciation of the words was strange but he understood what was asked. With a quizzical look, he responded, "Bembe." He looked at the God with renewed respect. He knows our language he thought, and repeated as he touched his chest, "I am called Bembe." The God turned to the other God with a smile on his face, then turned back to him, "Ixim? Ixim!?" He repeated. Corn? Bembe thought. They must be the Corn Gods, why else would they ask him about corn? He was unsure how to respond. The darkness cloaked the fields around him but the corn tassels gleamed bright gold in the light of the fires. He gestured to them. The Talisman God seemed frustrated and began looking at the papers again. Turtle God was impatient and grew angry, slapping him on the face over and over. Repeatedly he said the word ixim. Then he drew his dagger and pierced the blade through Bembe's stomach. The pain was intense but not as bad as he had expected. He was happy that he did not cry out like a child, his father would be proud. At first, he smiled. The God seemed to have forgiven his cowardice, and now wants him to follow them to their realm. He was happy that he would see his father again. The Talisman God grabbed the Turtle God's arm trying to stop him, as he howled a strange sound, "NNNNNNNoo!" Grabbing his charm and kissing it, he knelt beside Bembe. As he cradled him in his arms he said the word, "Taak'in?" He was confused, "Taak'in," Bembe repeated. "Taak'in," was the God's response, "Taak'in, taak'in." The words became a chant in his ears as he lie dying. "Taak'in, taak'in, sak taak'in," Turtle God joined in. Bembe started to point to the hut where the gold was stored. They were welcome to have it, anyone in the village was welcome to it if they wanted it. It was not intentionally hidden. They had placed the corn over it to keep it dry. The corn soaked up the moisture in the air. Any villager could have told them where it was, but now there were no more villagers, except him. Then it dawned on him. He chuckled. Taak'in, sak taak'in, gold and silver. He had heard of villages far away to the east being destroyed for their gold and silver and jade. Xilo, ixim, there were so many words for corn in their language he could not remember them all. If these so-called Gods had tried to take their corn they would have fought back. They would not have let them easily have it. It was their life's blood. It was what they fought wars with neighboring clans over. It was a gift from their Gods. But the gold? They would gladly have given it to them if they had asked. The remorse he felt for his village lay heavy in his chest, as he slowly turned himself so his head was facing north and he crossed his arms and straightened his legs. There was no one left to bury him, so he had to position his own body to honor the Gods, the true Gods. With strength, he opened his eyes to see the angered arguing and fighting between the Talisman and the Turtle. He drew great pleasure knowing that they would never find what they were looking for only thirty paces from where he lay. The two stopped and looked at him as he chuckled again. Then with great effort and pain, Bembe, let forth a laugh that was so loud and full of contempt that the two creatures standing above him took a step backward. At that moment, as he lie there, his final thought was that he knew they were not Gods, just common thieves, as he smiled and his soul left his body. 03/22/2021