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THE BLUE FEATHER
direction. I wonder where it will take us. Look at this strange
place, with dinosaurs alive and well on this planet. Mayan Spirits
that can come and go, like magic. Spirits that will help us live.
Look, look at your hand! Your ring is glowing! What does that
mean?”
“I don’t know. Look, it quit now.”
“Did you notice anything when it glowed? Did you feel
different?”
“No, not really.”
“Hmmmmm….”
“How far is it to our old camp?”
“Eight kilometers. Why?”
“Two things. First, I’m getting sleepy. We all need our sleep.
Second, we could question Mahucutah about a few things then
we could sleep while he takes over the watch over the camp. His
helpers have probably finished smoking most of the meat from
the Gigantoraptors by now.”
“You’re right, hold my hands,” Tital said, while extending his
to her. They called out Mahucutah’s name three times, and
waited for him to appear while continuing their conversation.
“While we are waiting, I want to look up some information on the
computer,” Tital said, pointing his finger at his overstuffed pack,
levitating it up to them from where it had rested outside their
tent. Getting out the Apple iPad, he turned it on and began
searching. “Ah, yes, this is what I was looking for. A little App to
figure your Mayan birth date from the date you were born on the
Gregorian calendar. You were born on what date?”
“Why? Is this important?” she asked.
“Yes, I believe it will turn out to be very important. Not just
to you, but to everyone. The Mayan Sacred Calendar is very old.