Wow... good story so far! :) (nm)

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In Reply to: Indiana Jones and the Death of the Gods posted by IndyAntilles on January 07, 2000 at 18:07:18:

: Hello all! Working on a new Indy fan fic for the contest that the Indiana Jones Temple of Tales web site is sponsoring. I thought I might run it by you guys to see what you think. Please leave comments if you read this, good or bad, how I can improve, anything you think that can help me improve my writing. Anyway, without further ado, I present Chapter One...

:
: ì...from where the jaguar lurks, and the eagle
: flies...
: ...and where the quetzal chirps upon the
: castle...
: ...a gift to Ah Xoc Kin, a gift from Chac
: Mool...
: ...by the mouth of the well of the Itza.î
:
: -Mayan Glyph, Tikal

: Chapter One
:
:
: Music to my Ears
:

: Chichen Itza, Mexico
: June 10, 1942

: The stark white stone of Castillo shone
: beautifully in the early morning sun. The pyramid
: itself stood alone on the grassy plain, though the
: ball game court could be seen in the distance,
: partially shrouded by the morning mists. A cluster
: of ancient trees stood parallel to the pyramid,
: reaching their highest bough towards the tip of
: Castillo. Glints of green and red flitted within the
: branches and cheerful chirps echoed across the
: ruins as a flock of quetzals played among the trees.
: Indiana Jones lifted his fedora slightly,
: wiping his forehead with his handkerchief. The
: jungle humidity made sweat pour from his brow
: and his shirt cling to his skin, making him
: uncomfortable. The lack of shade to shelter
: himself from the blazing rays of the sun made
: Jones even more irritable.
: Jones turned to his guide, Isidro, behind
: him.
: ìThat is the Kukulkan?î he asked,
: pointing to the pyramid.
: ìYes, senor,î Isidro replied, adjusting his
: hat to better shade his eyes from the sun. The two
: mayan natives stood, unmoving, next to him. One
: leaned on the five foot bow that he had carried
: with him. Both were decorated with various tribal
: tattoos.
: Jones nodded, readjusted the fedora, then
: resumed his walk. Though Jones walked loudly
: through the thick underbrush, he noticed that
: neither native had made a sound as they moved,
: their eyes darting across the grassland, searching
: for any signs of large predators.
: Jones had picked them up on Isidroís
: insistence, after they had left Valladolid two days
: ago. Isidro had ventured to Chichen Itza before
: with these two men, both from a Mayan tribe that
: lived not to far from Valladolid. Though not
: trusting of Jones, and reluctant to lead him to the
: sacred ìmouth by the wellî, from which their
: ancestors worshipped for centuries, Isidro was
: known well enough among the tribe to persuade
: the Mayans to accompany them-- though a large
: exchange of money was most likely also a factor.
: Isidro himself was a well-known and
: respected guide in the Yucatan-- or so he boasted.
: Jones could not find anyone within Valladolid to
: confirm this ìfactî. Nick suggested him, however,
: and his extensive background within the
: neighboring jungle made the large sum or money
: that he required a minimal drawback.
: The quetzals boisterous chirping quieted
: as the group approached Kukulkan. They soon
: silenced completely, the glints of green and red
: disappearing among the olive green of the leaves,
: and the trees grew still. Isidro placed a hand on
: Jonesís shoulder.
: ìTheyíre watching, Dr. Jones,î Isidro
: whispered, pointing to the trees.
: ìWhat?î Jones whispered back.
: ìThe quetzals. They are the eyes for the
: gods on earth.î
: Jones looked up momentarily at the tree,
: but the thick foliage and sheer height of the
: standing timber concealed the curious onlookers.
: A slight shuffle and rustle among the branches as
: a bird adjusted his footing was the only sign that
: betrayed the quetzalís position.
: Ignoring the bestial stares, Jones turned
: back to Kukulkan. The pyramid was not unlike
: those he had encountered at Tikal, nine stepped
: layers, draped in moss, stretching several hundred
: meters towards the heavens, the peak of the edifice
: nearly touching the sky. The direct light of the sun
: that lay on the horizon cut a zig-zagging shadow
: across the stairway of Kukulkan, giving the
: appearance of a snake slithering up-- or down--
: the steps. The architecture of the steps also held
: some other curious properties.
: Jones clapped his hands twice.
: Nearly simultaneously, Kukulkan echoed
: back with two chirps, sounding uncannily like
: those of the quetzals, carrying throughout the
: entire city.
: A clamorous disturbance began from the
: trees as the flock of quetzals took flight, chirping
: their replies to Kukulkan. The birds darted past
: the pyramid, their own calls being mimicked by
: the ancient stone. They continued their dance
: across the sky as they turned toward the sun,
: retreating from where Jones had begun, their calls
: hushed as they dove back into the canopy of the
: jungle.
: Isidro chuckled.
: ìYou like that, Dr. Jones? Come with
: me.î Isidro motioned for Jones to follow him.
: Isidro led him to an opposite corner of
: Kukulkan, pausing only at the large tree to break
: off two thick branches of a fallen limb. Just beyond
: the shady reflection of the tree, resting against the
: great pyramid, lay a small pile of rocks. Several
: were crumbling or cracked, but most of the cone
: shaped stones were intact.
: Isidro knelt beside them, turned towards
: Jones with a smile, then struck one of the stones. It
: let out high pitch note. He struck another, the
: stone producing a deeper sound. He then began to
: carry out a melody, not unlike those Jones had
: heard one the streets of Valladolid.
: ìCute,î Jones replied, kneeling down
: beside Isidro and taking a stone into his hands,
: ìthe stones Marley spoke of when he visited here
: in the 1920ís.î
: ìThe Mayans have a legend that these
: stones, along with Kakulkan, were gifts from the
: Mayans to the sun god, Ah Xoc Kin,î Isidro
: began. ìThey carved offerings to the sun god in
: order to keep the sun in the sky...î
: ì... much like they sacrificed tribesmen to
: sacred cenote for the rain god, in order to keep the
: soil moist, and the crops hardy,î Jones interrupted.
: ìSi, senor. Chac Mool was to take the
: offerings to Ah Xoc Kin, but before Mool made
: his annual trip to the heavens, the sky fell. For
: many minutes, the sun was gone from the heavens,
: and the stars died. This was seen as a sign to the
: Mayans that Ah Xoc Kin was dead.î
: ìA solar eclipse,î Jones replied. ìSeen as
: doom and gloom by most ancient peoples.î
: Isidro continued. ìThe Mayans built a
: tomb for Ah Xoc Kin, hidden within Chichen Itza.
: Chac Mool was to guard the tomb, and the
: offerings, but then the Mayan empire died. In their
: place stood the Toltecs, who took over Chichen
: Itza, reshaping it in their image. The tomb became
: a mere memory. Though the Spanish missionaries
: searched for it, as did your American friends, it
: was not found. All that was were these,î Isidro
: struck another of the stones.
: Jones was silent a moment, then turned,
: scanning the landscape, then up at the pyramid.
: He turned back to Isidro.
: ìWhere is Chac Mool?î
: Isidro stood. ì My friends shall show
: you.î
: The Mayans had been left standing at the
: foot of the staircase, as Isidro instructed. Isidro
: spoke quickly, in a tongue foreign to Jones. The
: first Mayan nodded, pointing up at Kukulkan.
: Isidro nodded, then turned to Jones.
: ìUp there, Dr. Jones, you will find Chac
: Mool.î
: Jones wiped more sweat from his brow.
: ìWell, I didnít bring anything to sacrifice; I hope
: heíll still see us.î Jones took a step.
: ìNot that way, Dr. Jones,î Isidro
: remarked. He began to walk up the pyramid
: divergent to the stairs. ìThis way. You must never
: turn your back to the gods.î
: Jones found the movement cumbersome
: and impractical, but had seen enough in his
: adventures to not question the ancient superstition.
: The Mayan guides moved swiftly and gracefully,
: moving again without a sound. Isidro turned back
: to Jones, chuckling.
: ìHurry, Dr. Jones. Chac Mool waits for
: no one.î
: The summit of the pyramid offered a
: spectacular view from all sides. From the west he
: could see the entire extent of the great ball game
: field, from the south the few standing smaller
: temples and palaces. Beyond the city there was a
: vast expanse of green, extending for what seemed
: like to the edge of the world. Jones was reminded
: of the vast cornfields of the Midwest.
: The summit itself held a small temple,
: accessible from only one side. Within the temple
: there was little: several reliefs of Mayan gods,
: including several of Quetzacoatl. Near the back of
: the room there was a small chair, which Isidro
: identified as the Throne of the Jaguars, where the
: high priest would sit during religious ceremonies.
: Nearer the entrance sat a curiously carved
: figurine, about two feet tall, shaped like a man
: lying on his back, head turned outward, a bowl in
: his lap. Jones knelt before it.
: ìChac Mool. Messenger to the gods. The
: sacrificial altar of the Mayans. The hearts of the
: sacrificed would rest here. A gift to the gods,î
: Jones indicated the bowl.
: The first Mayan spoke. Jones turned.
: ìWhat is he saying?î he asked Isidro.
: Isidro paused, listening. ìHe says that
: Chac Mool no longer accepts gifts to the gods. His
: tribe can no longer pray here.î He paused. ìHe
: says that other tribes cannot make offerings at
: Uxmal or Tikal, either. The tribesmen do not
: know what to do.î
: ìWhy? Why doesnít he accept offerings
: anymore?î Jones asked.
: Isidro relayed the question to the Mayan.
: ìChac Mool is a mortal. He has grown old, and is
: dying. He can no longer may the annual trip to the
: heavens. He must make the trip soon, as the gods
: grow angry. If he is not heard from, the gods will
: die, as well.î
: ìThe gods lives depend on a mortal?î
: Jones questioned.
: Isidro paused, listening to the Mayan
: tongue. ìThe gods live for the survival of the
: earth. If their link with the earth is severed, they
: have no reason for survival. They shall die. Then
: the sky shall grow dark. The earth shall turn
: barren. The rain will not fall, and the sea shall dry
: up. And as the sea and the earth dries up, man will
: wither, as well.î
: Jones stood and turned, facing Isidro.
: ìAnd so where is Chac Mool where he canít
: deliver his messages?î
: ìHe is, like I have said, guarding the
: Tomb of Ah Xoc Kin. But he has grown elderly,
: and can no longer find his way back to heaven.î
: Jones brushed past Isidro and the
: Mayans. ìYou say...î Jones paused, scanning the
: landscape of Chichen Itza, ìyou say the tomb is
: somewhere within the city?î
: Isidro paused a moment before
: answering. ìSi, senor. It is buried beneath one of
: the temples. Or so the legend says. But the legend
: is not exacting.î
: Jones sighed. He scanned the city again,
: then pulled out the rubbing of the Mayan glyph he
: made at Tikal, reading it again.
: ìFrom where the jaguar lurks, and where
: the eagle flies...î
: ìVerde espiritu!î the second Mayan
: blurted out, shaking his head. ìNo! No verde
: espiritu!î
: The first Mayan erupted in a similar
: chant. ìNo! No jaguar!î
: Jones turned at the sudden burst of
: protests. ìWhatís wrong?î
: ìThe jaguar, Dr. Jones. The verde
: espiritu. The spirt of the jaguar. He hunts the halls
: of the temple down there, by the game court.î
: ìThe temple?î
: ìThe Temple of the Jaguars.î
: From where the jaguar lurks...
: ...a gift to Ah Xoc Kin...
: Jones looked down defiantly at the
: temple.
: ìThatís it. Thatís where the tomb lies,î
: Jones remarked.
: ìThere?î Isidro laughed. ìYou do not go
: there, Dr. Jones. Only the foolish go there. And
: thatís where the foolish lie.î
: ìIíve seen worse than jaguars, Isidro.î
: Jones began a slow ascent down the pyramid
: stairway, towards the temple.
: ìI will not go with you, Dr. Jones. You
: may wish to die, but I choose otherwise.î He
: paused, then added, ìmy payment, Dr. Jones.î
: Jones paused. he sighed, then turned
: slowly around. He tossed a small bag towards
: Isidro. It dropped to his feet, its contents jingling.
: Isidro quickly grabbed the bag, peering
: in. ìHey! Whereís the other half?!î
: ìYouíll get it after I get back. Wait here
: until then,î Jones replied bitterly.
: Isidro laughed. ìI shall be waiting a long
: time, Dr. Jones. You will not come back-- Indiana
: Jones.î He continued to laugh as Jones
: disappeared within the temple, the booming voice
: covering the entire grassland. The voice seemed to
: come from the gods themselves, a voice of
: contempt for the man condemned by the city of
: Chichen Itza.

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: : Hello all! Working on a new Indy fan fic for the contest that the Indiana Jones Temple of Tales web site is sponsoring. I thought I might run it by you guys to see what you think. Please leave comments if you read this, good or bad, how I can improve, anything you think that can help me improve my writing. Anyway, without further ado, I present Chapter One...

: : 
: : ì...from where the jaguar lurks, and the eagle
: : flies...
: : 	...and where the quetzal chirps upon the
: : castle...
: : 	...a gift to Ah Xoc Kin, a gift from Chac
: : Mool...
: : 	...by the mouth of the well of the Itza.î
: : 				
: : 		-Mayan Glyph, Tikal

: :         Chapter One
: :      
: : 	  
: : 	Music to my Ears
: :

: 
: : 	Chichen Itza, Mexico
: : 	June 10, 1942

: : 	The stark white stone of  Castillo shone
: : beautifully in the early morning sun. The pyramid
: : itself stood alone on the grassy plain, though the
: : ball game court could be seen in the distance,
: : partially shrouded by the morning mists. A cluster
: : of ancient trees stood parallel to the pyramid,
: : reaching their highest bough towards the tip of
: : Castillo. Glints of green and red flitted within the
: : branches and cheerful chirps echoed across the
: : ruins as a flock of quetzals played among the trees.
: : 	Indiana Jones lifted his fedora slightly,
: : wiping his forehead with his handkerchief. The
: : jungle humidity made sweat pour from his brow
: : and his shirt cling to his skin, making him
: : uncomfortable. The lack of shade to shelter
: : himself from the blazing rays of the sun made
: : Jones even more irritable.
: : 	Jones turned to his guide, Isidro, behind
: : him.
: : 	ìThat is the Kukulkan?î he asked,
: : pointing to the pyramid.
: : 	ìYes, senor,î Isidro replied, adjusting his
: : hat to better shade his eyes from the sun. The two
: : mayan natives stood, unmoving, next to him. One
: : leaned on the five foot bow that he had carried
: : with him. Both were decorated with various tribal
: : tattoos. 
: : 	Jones nodded, readjusted the fedora, then
: : resumed his walk. Though Jones walked loudly
: : through the thick underbrush, he noticed that
: : neither native had made a sound as they moved,
: : their eyes darting across the grassland, searching
: : for any signs of large predators. 
: : 	Jones had picked them up on Isidroís
: : insistence, after they had left Valladolid two days
: : ago. Isidro had ventured to Chichen Itza before
: : with these two men, both from a Mayan tribe that
: : lived not to far from Valladolid. Though not
: : trusting of Jones, and reluctant to lead him to the
: : sacred ìmouth by the wellî, from which their
: : ancestors worshipped for centuries, Isidro was
: : known well enough among the tribe to persuade
: : the Mayans to accompany them-- though a large
: : exchange of money was most likely also a factor.
: : 	Isidro himself was a well-known and
: : respected guide in the Yucatan-- or so he boasted.
: : Jones could not find anyone within Valladolid to
: : confirm this ìfactî. Nick suggested him, however,
: : and his extensive background within the
: : neighboring jungle made the large sum or money
: : that he required a minimal drawback. 
: : 	The quetzals boisterous chirping quieted
: : as the group approached Kukulkan. They soon
: : silenced completely, the glints of green and red
: : disappearing among the olive green of the leaves,
: : and the trees grew still. Isidro placed a hand on
: : Jonesís shoulder. 
: : 	ìTheyíre watching, Dr. Jones,î Isidro
: : whispered, pointing to the trees. 
: : 	ìWhat?î Jones whispered back.
: : 	ìThe quetzals. They are the eyes for the
: : gods on earth.î
: : 	Jones looked up momentarily at the tree,
: : but the thick foliage and sheer height of the
: : standing timber concealed the curious onlookers.
: : A slight shuffle and rustle among the branches as
: : a bird adjusted his footing was the only sign that
: : betrayed the quetzalís position.
: : 	Ignoring the bestial stares, Jones turned
: : back to Kukulkan. The pyramid was not unlike
: : those he had encountered at Tikal, nine stepped
: : layers, draped in moss, stretching several hundred
: : meters towards the heavens, the peak of the edifice
: : nearly touching the sky. The direct light of the sun
: : that lay on the horizon cut a zig-zagging shadow
: : across the stairway of Kukulkan, giving the
: : appearance of a snake slithering up-- or down--
: : the steps. The architecture of the steps also held
: : some other curious properties.
: : 	Jones clapped his hands twice.
: : 	Nearly simultaneously, Kukulkan echoed
: : back with two chirps, sounding uncannily like
: : those of the quetzals, carrying throughout the
: : entire city.
: : 	A clamorous disturbance began from the
: : trees as the flock of quetzals took flight, chirping
: : their replies to Kukulkan. The birds darted past
: : the pyramid, their own calls being mimicked by
: : the ancient stone. They continued their dance
: : across the sky as they turned toward the sun,
: : retreating from where Jones had begun, their calls
: : hushed as they dove back into the canopy of the
: : jungle.
: : 	Isidro chuckled.
: : 	ìYou like that, Dr. Jones? Come with
: : me.î Isidro motioned for Jones to follow him.
: : 	Isidro led him to an opposite corner of
: : Kukulkan, pausing only at the large tree to break
: : off two thick branches of a fallen limb. Just beyond
: : the shady reflection of the tree, resting against the
: : great pyramid, lay a small pile of rocks. Several
: : were crumbling or cracked, but most of the cone
: : shaped stones were intact. 
: : 	Isidro knelt beside them, turned towards
: : Jones with a smile, then struck one of the stones. It
: : let out high pitch note. He struck another, the
: : stone producing a deeper sound. He then began to
: : carry out a melody, not unlike those Jones had
: : heard one the streets of Valladolid. 
: : 	ìCute,î Jones replied, kneeling down
: : beside Isidro and taking a stone into his hands,
: : ìthe stones Marley spoke of when he visited here
: : in the 1920ís.î
: : 	ìThe Mayans have a legend that these
: : stones, along with Kakulkan, were gifts from the
: : Mayans to the sun god, Ah Xoc Kin,î Isidro
: : began. ìThey carved offerings to the sun god in
: : order to keep the sun in the sky...î
: : 	ì... much like they sacrificed tribesmen to
: : sacred cenote for the rain god, in order to keep the
: : soil moist, and the crops hardy,î Jones interrupted. 
: : 	ìSi, senor. Chac Mool was to take the
: : offerings to Ah Xoc Kin, but before Mool made
: : his annual trip to the heavens, the sky fell. For
: : many minutes, the sun was gone from the heavens,
: : and the stars died. This was seen as a sign to the
: : Mayans that Ah Xoc Kin was dead.î
: : 	ìA solar eclipse,î Jones replied. ìSeen as
: : doom and gloom by most ancient peoples.î
: : 	Isidro continued. ìThe Mayans built a
: : tomb for Ah Xoc Kin, hidden within Chichen Itza.
: : Chac Mool was to guard the tomb, and the
: : offerings, but then the Mayan empire died. In their
: : place stood the Toltecs, who took over Chichen
: : Itza, reshaping it in their image. The tomb became
: : a mere memory. Though the Spanish missionaries
: : searched for it, as did your American friends, it
: : was not found. All that was were these,î Isidro
: : struck another of the stones.
: : 	Jones was silent a moment, then turned,
: : scanning the landscape, then up at the pyramid.
: : He turned back to Isidro.
: : 	ìWhere is Chac Mool?î
: : 	Isidro stood. ì My friends shall show
: : you.î
: : 	The Mayans had been left standing at the
: : foot of the staircase, as Isidro instructed. Isidro
: : spoke quickly, in a tongue foreign to Jones. The
: : first Mayan nodded, pointing up at Kukulkan.
: : Isidro nodded, then turned to Jones.
: : 	ìUp there, Dr. Jones, you will find Chac
: : Mool.î
: : 	Jones wiped more sweat from his brow.
: : ìWell, I didnít bring anything to sacrifice; I hope
: : heíll still see us.î Jones took a step.
: : 	ìNot that way, Dr. Jones,î Isidro
: : remarked. He began to walk up the pyramid
: : divergent to the stairs. ìThis way. You must never
: : turn your back to the gods.î
: : 	Jones found the movement cumbersome
: : and impractical, but had seen enough in his
: : adventures to not question the ancient superstition.
: : The Mayan guides moved swiftly and gracefully,
: : moving again without a sound. Isidro turned back
: : to Jones, chuckling.
: : 	ìHurry, Dr. Jones. Chac Mool waits for
: : no one.î
: : 	The summit of the pyramid offered a
: : spectacular view from all sides. From the west he
: : could see the entire extent of the great ball game
: : field, from the south the few standing smaller
: : temples and palaces. Beyond the city there was a
: : vast expanse of green, extending for what seemed
: : like to the edge of the world. Jones was reminded
: : of the vast cornfields of the Midwest.
: : 	The summit itself held a small temple,
: : accessible from only one side. Within the temple
: : there was little: several reliefs of Mayan gods,
: : including several of Quetzacoatl. Near the back of
: : the room there was a small chair, which Isidro
: : identified as the Throne of the Jaguars, where the
: : high priest would sit during religious ceremonies.
: : Nearer the entrance sat a curiously carved
: : figurine, about two feet tall, shaped like a man
: : lying on his back, head turned outward, a bowl in
: : his lap. Jones knelt before it.
: : 	ìChac Mool. Messenger to the gods. The
: : sacrificial altar of the Mayans. The hearts of the
: : sacrificed would rest here. A gift to the gods,î
: : Jones indicated the bowl. 
: : 	The first Mayan spoke. Jones turned. 
: : 	ìWhat is he saying?î he asked Isidro.
: : 	Isidro paused, listening. ìHe says that
: : Chac Mool no longer accepts gifts to the gods. His
: : tribe can no longer pray here.î He paused. ìHe
: : says that other tribes cannot make offerings at
: : Uxmal or Tikal, either. The tribesmen do not
: : know what to do.î
: : 	ìWhy? Why doesnít he accept offerings
: : anymore?î Jones asked.
: : 	Isidro relayed the question to the Mayan.
: : ìChac Mool is a mortal. He has grown old, and is
: : dying. He can no longer may the annual trip to the
: : heavens. He must make the trip soon, as the gods
: : grow angry. If he is not heard from, the gods will
: : die, as well.î
: : 	ìThe gods lives depend on a mortal?î
: : Jones questioned.
: : 	Isidro paused, listening to the Mayan
: : tongue. ìThe gods live for the survival of the
: : earth. If their link with the earth is severed, they
: : have no reason for survival. They shall die. Then
: : the sky shall grow dark. The earth shall turn
: : barren. The rain will not fall, and the sea shall dry
: : up. And as the sea and the earth dries up, man will
: : wither, as well.î
: : 	Jones stood and turned, facing Isidro.
: : ìAnd so where is Chac Mool where he canít
: : deliver his messages?î
: : 	ìHe is, like I have said, guarding the
: : Tomb of Ah Xoc Kin. But he has grown elderly,
: : and can no longer find his way back to heaven.î
: : 	Jones brushed past Isidro and the
: : Mayans. ìYou say...î Jones paused, scanning the
: : landscape of Chichen Itza, ìyou say the tomb is
: : somewhere within the city?î
: : 	Isidro paused a moment before
: : answering. ìSi, senor. It is buried beneath one of
: : the temples. Or so the legend says. But the legend
: : is not exacting.î
: : 	Jones sighed. He scanned the city again,
: : then pulled out the rubbing of the Mayan glyph he
: : made at Tikal, reading it again. 
: : 	ìFrom where the jaguar lurks, and where
: : the eagle flies...î
: : 	ìVerde espiritu!î the second Mayan
: : blurted out, shaking his head. ìNo! No verde
: : espiritu!î
: : 	The first Mayan erupted in a similar
: : chant. ìNo! No jaguar!î
: : 	Jones turned at the sudden burst of
: : protests. ìWhatís wrong?î
: : 	ìThe jaguar, Dr. Jones. The verde
: : espiritu. The spirt of the jaguar. He hunts the halls
: : of the temple down there, by the game court.î
: : 	ìThe temple?î
: : 	ìThe Temple of the Jaguars.î
: : 	From where the jaguar lurks...
: : 	...a gift to Ah Xoc Kin...
: : 	Jones looked down defiantly at the
: : temple. 
: : 	ìThatís it. Thatís where the tomb lies,î
: : Jones remarked.
: : 	ìThere?î Isidro laughed. ìYou do not go
: : there, Dr. Jones. Only the foolish go there. And
: : thatís where the foolish lie.î
: : 	ìIíve seen worse than jaguars, Isidro.î
: : Jones began a slow ascent down the pyramid
: : stairway, towards the temple.
: : 	ìI will not go with you, Dr. Jones. You
: : may wish to die, but I choose otherwise.î He
: : paused, then added, ìmy payment, Dr. Jones.î
: : 	Jones paused. he sighed, then turned
: : slowly around. He tossed a small bag towards
: : Isidro. It dropped to his feet, its contents jingling.
: : 	Isidro quickly grabbed the bag, peering
: : in. ìHey! Whereís the other half?!î
: : 	ìYouíll get it after I get back. Wait here
: : until then,î Jones replied bitterly.
: : 	Isidro laughed. ìI shall be waiting a long
: : time, Dr. Jones. You will not come back-- Indiana
: : Jones.î He continued to laugh as Jones
: : disappeared within the temple, the booming voice
: : covering the entire grassland. The voice seemed to
: : come from the gods themselves, a voice of
: : contempt for the man condemned by the city of
: : Chichen Itza.

: : So, what do you think?

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