Isabelle writes...
We hurried up after the fleeing Mayans with grimly. Soon
enough the origins of their sacrifice ritual seemed to became
apparent. The steep hills and the hot sun made our hearts beat such
that they seemed to wish to escape our chests and fly up into the
sky and give themselves over to the sun that burned us. The flies
swarmed around us and our feet dragged, yet we could not stop to
rest because of the danger Natomi was in.
Finally we found them gathered on a height, milling around in
confusion, the little girl laid on the ground in their midst.
Perhaps they missed the jaguar's head, because only a few still
held their weapons. A few more had stones in their hands as if they
wondered how to complete their aborted ritual. We cared nothing for
their state of mind and wasted no time advancing upon them. When
they saw us coming they scattered and ran like rabbits, their
discipline gone entirely.
I rushed to Natomi and fumbled to free the thongs that bound
her hands and feet. Once loose she held me and cried while the men
gathered around and hugged her shoulder or kissed the top of her
head. It appeared that not all of the Mayans had gotten away, as
presently I was brought yet another of the silver breastplates to
copy. Natomi was calm enough to see it and show me the numbers with
her fingers again. I quickly copied the notes, hid them and hurried
after the men who were pursuing the fleeing natives.
We suspected that the Mayans had a place of retreat that they
kept running towards, someplace that had sustained them in previous
bouts with other enemies. Somewhere up there was a hiding place, a
fortress, a...
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