She slowly shook her head and wiped sweat from her forehead.
“I’m right here,” she said, finally looking at him. He was kneeling next to her, propping her up, and his face was scowling. “I’m right here,” she repeated smiling. “Just in another time.”
Then she remembered the steps they’d come up. She started to get up and Brett helped her.
“The deer and the gopher,” she said. “We passed them.”
As he supported her around the waist, he helped her descend and she glanced back at the riser that was second from the top.
“There,” she said, pointing.
They both turned to look at it.
Like the scene of the Red King grasping the vines of plumerias, this was also a complex foliage scene of the jungle. At the far left was a deer amidst a set of brambles and at the right, a stylized but large-toothed gopher in a tree.
“But look,” Brett said, pointing. “Those could be hooks.”
He was pointing at the third riser, below the one with the deer and gopher. Exactly underneath the two stones that she had identified, were V-shaped forms that might have represented archaic hooks. They looked like they were made of sharp, tapered sticks that were bound together at the bottom of the V-shape with twine.
“That’s the false interpretation,” Jesse said. “That’s the wrong one that gets the prospective king killed.”
“Right,” said Brett, returning his attention to the blocks with the deer and gopher carvings. “I don’t see any levers. Maybe that’s a good thing.” He paused and looked from one to the other and then back again. “But they are separate blocks of stone, separate steps. If you were coming up the center of the staircase, there’d be no way you’d step on them both. In fact, it’ll be a stretch for me to step on them both simultaneously.” He looked up and down the staircase. “But I’ll bet that’s what you’re supposed to do. They’re steps, after all.” He looked at her. “But I said I’d check with you first.”
“I think you’re right,” Jesse said, looking at the steps. “I don’t see any reason not to do it.”
But he didn’t move. Instead, he looked up at the building.
“I don’t know where the safest place is going to be for you,” he said.
She took a step closer to him.
“I think right by your side,” she said, putting her arms around him.
“I think I have to agree,” he said. “If something happens, I want you where I can reach you.”
She nodded.
“Ready when you are,” she said.
He looked at each of the steps but left an arm around her waist.
“Let’s go up to that step,” he said. “But don’t stand on the block with the deer.”
They stepped up together, in the center.
“All right,” he said, hugging her close to his side. “Here we go.”
He firmly planted one boot on the block with the gopher and then kicked his other foot out, placing it on the stone with the deer. It hadn’t been as far as they’d thought and he settled into a wide stance but easily doable.
The sound of stone grinding on stone began immediately.
• • • • •
Brett tensed and hugged Jesse to his side but he kept his feet in place. The grinding sound was coming from inside the building at the top of the pyramid. As they watched, a stone slab in the floor began to descend. After what seemed like an eternity, the loud grinding finally stopped and the slab was no longer visible.
Jesse started up the steps.
“No,” Brett said, holding her firm. “Let me go first.”
Slowly, he climbed the last step up and looked down at the floor. The rectangular hole was dark and impenetrable. As Brett stepped forward, he felt Jesse behind him. He passed the opening and picked up the lantern he’d left near the back wall. As he raised it over the hole, a series of steps was revealed, the first of which was the slab that had once been the floor.
“Oh my god,” Jesse whispered.
The steps fell away in darkness with no way to tell how deep they would go. Then, something on the second step caught Brett’s attention. He lowered the lantern over it and froze.
“
The Jester God
,” he whispered.
There, laying on the second step, was a carved stone. It was darker than the surrounding material and had looked like a shadow but Brett could see now that it was dark blue and ornately carved. Carefully, he knelt next to the opening, reached down and picked it up.
It was the image of the Jester God, seated cross-legged on his stool. He wore the distinctive headdress with the tassel of three loops dangling at its end. The Jester God was the earliest symbol of Maya rulership and they were always connected with the burial of a king–
always
. And it was carved in Olmec Blue Jade, once thought to have but a single source in all of Central America.
“You did it, Jesse,” he said, turning to her. His heart began to pound. “You did it!” he yelled, picking her up around the waist, the lantern and stone tablet behind her. “You
did
it!”
“
We
did it,” she said, smiling down at him.
He quickly set her down and held the lantern over the stone so they both could see it. Its edges were perfectly carved and yet they were irregular. Often, elite Maya masks and armor were carved from this rare jade. But the stone that he held didn’t resemble any of those. Its irregular edges weren’t symmetric and it wasn’t quite a rectangle, and yet it was perfectly whole, not broken. As he stared at it, he realized what it had to be.
“It’s a puzzle piece,” he said. “Look at the contours. It has to fit someplace.” He looked back down the stairs. “He has to be
close
,” Brett said. “He has to be down there.”
“Oh no,” Jesse whispered.
He suddenly turned to her.
“The glyphs,” she said, sliding her fingers over the stone tablet. “Another test,” she whispered. She began to brush her fingers lightly over the tiny and intricate glyphs. “Believe in my word. It hangs over the rulers of the city. They shall be destroyed and their blood gathered. On this day the end shall come.” She sucked in a breath as she stared hard at the stone. “My son, bring me your…” She frowned. “…confession of sin.”
She stopped, still staring at it as her eyebrows knit together. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead.
“Jesse?” he said, still holding the stone and the lantern. “Jesse, what does it mean?”
She blinked at it and then looked up at his face.
“I don’t know,” she breathed, as her eyes closed and she swayed.
“Jesse!” he said, as he quickly grabbed her, dropping the lantern.
It smashed on the floor behind her but he had both his arms around her as she started to sink. He scooped her up from behind, still gripping the stone and held her draped in his arms.
“Brett?” she murmured.
Her eyes were closed and she was drenched with sweat.
“I’ve got you,” he said, watching her face.
Slowly her eyes opened but they were unfocused.
“Just dizzy,” she whispered, putting a hand to her forehead. “Just need a minute.”
“I don’t think so,” he said, heading to the stairs.
“No, Brett,” she said, trying to put her feet down. “We’re so close.”
“He’ll have to wait,” he said looking down at her. “You’re in no condition for this. Not now.”
“But–”
“And I dropped the lantern,” he said. “So he has to wait.” He smiled down at her. “But we’ll be back. We have the Jester God.”
Jesse had actually walked the last bit through the main plaza near camp.
“Really, Brett,” she pleaded. “Please. We can do this now. Let’s just grab a couple of lanterns and go back.”
Again, she watched him shake his head but he was all smiles. It was infectious. As they entered the camp, she saw a lantern near the camp stove and picked it up.
“Look,” she said.
But, as he swept by her, he put an arm around her waist and pulled her toward the tent.
“You can bring it if you like but I think we have enough light,” he said.
She kept her grip on it and brought it.
“Enough light for what?”
He held up the stone with the Jester God.
“I want a closer look at this,” he said, still grinning.
She couldn’t help but smile back at him as he quickly strode toward the tent. He was like a schoolboy with a new toy. Once they were inside, he guided her past the mosquito netting to sit on the edge of her bed. As she sat, she realized that she really was tired. Dizzy spells aside, her legs felt like lead after climbing the pyramid. He must have noticed her relief.
“You don’t eat,” he said, as he set the stone down on the bed beside her and took the lantern from her. “You’re having a reaction to the antimalarial,” he continued as he set the lantern next to the one that was already lit. “And the translations really seem to take it out of you.”
He was dragging his bed through both mosquito nets. Jesse quickly raised her feet when she realized what he was doing–putting the beds together.
“And we’ve been through a lot,” he said, pushing the bed into position. “Is it any wonder you’re tired?”
He quickly took off his boots and crawled over his bed. She took off her shoes and tossed them to the floor as he picked up the stone tablet and sat cross-legged opposite her. His face was beaming as he stared down at it.
“The Jester God,” he whispered. “But I’ve never seen him carved in stone and never a stone like this.”
He held it between them so that she could see it too.
The dark blue of it was beautiful. Small white veins ran across the surface and its high polish glinted as he moved it. The carvings were delicate and low relief, in stark contrast to the huge stone architecture. It was a work of incredibly high craftsmanship.
As always, it was the glyphs that drew her attention. Despite the deep blue of the stone, her multi-colored symbols began to form.
“Tomorrow,” he said. “We’re going to take this stone down those stairs and we’re going to find a place where this fits.” He gripped it by its edges as though he were doing that now, slotting it into some unseen hole in the air. “And when we do that,” he pronounced. “We’ll find the Red King. I
know
we will.”
“Bring me your
confession
,” Jesse whispered, staring at the glyphs. “Your
confession
?”
That wasn’t right. She knew it. It was the language of Zuyua and it couldn’t be that simple. Besides, a confession wasn’t a thing. Her mind began to wander through her mental catalog: there were glyphs, images, colors, sounds, and dialects.
Not confession.
It was on the tip of her tongue.
Not
confession.
She felt a hand on her shoulder.
“Jesse, stop.”
She blinked and looked down at the blanket. The tablet was gone.
“Where–”
“I put it next to the lantern,” he said, taking both her shoulders. “You’ve been staring at the bed.”
She looked up at him, his face no longer beaming.
“It’s on the tip of my tongue,” she said. “It’s not confession but, what it really is…”
“I know,” he said, quietly. “There’ll be time for that tomorrow.” He lightly brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead and then both hands gently held her face. “You’re incredible,” he said. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”
She didn’t quite know what to say but, in a moment, it didn’t matter, as he gently kissed her.
He rose up on his knees and drew her upward, as his lips lingered on hers. Soft and feathery, his lips slipped across hers. Moist and warm, the slow, sensual slide of them, one way and then the other, was hypnotic. Though the glyphs still whirled in her head, they began to fade, replaced by the singular sensation of Brett’s mouth.
His lips seemed to explore hers, probing and sampling, as though he’d never kissed her before. He tested her upper lip, drawing it tenderly between his. His hands, lightly framing her face, slid to the nape of her neck and hers finally found his waist. His tongue skimmed her captive lip, a seductive sweep that felt like he was tasting her. Then his mouth found her lower lip as she finally closed on his upper.
Somehow this kiss was different–Brett was different. Instead of the fiery passion that had exploded from him earlier, Jesse sensed a new calm. His tongue slowly and steadily stroked her as her mouth tried to respond to its rhythm. His mouth suckled hers and, though her lips parted, his lips continued to knead into hers. His tongue caressed her lips rather than slip between them and the warmth of the moist breath from his nostrils spilled over her chin.
The moment seemed suspended in time and Jesse no longer sensed their surroundings, the glyphs, or even her own body. Instead, his kiss had become her world. Delicate and tender, achingly slow, she hung on each new sensation.
• • • • •
Brett could not believe the incredible sensation in his mouth. Though he had thought of Jesse as sweet, he hadn’t realized she tasted that way as well–not until this moment. The fragrant scent of her skin mixed with the faint but clear taste of sweet wine. As though he fed from her mouth, he lightly sucked her lips and savored each tantalizing taste.
Like her strange and hidden talent, Jesse was one surprise after another. Each layer that he removed only revealed another beneath: her secret beauty, her utter vulnerability, and now this. Was it any wonder he couldn’t get enough?
Beautiful and swollen, her lips were an irresistible invitation. The flesh gave easily under his tongue and the silken swell of them, held gently in his mouth, was like a drug. She kissed him back, opened her mouth to him, but he could not let this moment end. Though he longed to plunge inside her, claim her mouth and body yet again, the delicate cling of her lips mesmerized him. His lips clung to hers, seemed magnetically drawn to them, and were completely unwilling to leave them.
Slowly, his hand left the nape of her neck and circled around her lower back. Her body bent to his as he curved over her, though his mouth continued to explore hers. He leaned even lower as her back arched to accommodate him and, as her hands slipped from his waist, he held her completely in his arms. Her limp form rested easily in his grasp and still he drank from her mouth, her parted lips pulsing with a sensual rhythm that matched his. He held her to him as he let her head loll backward, almost touching the pillow beneath it. Her lips softly slid along his and he suckled them for a last, sweet taste of wine. Then he let them lightly tug away as he slowly laid her down.