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THE BLUE FEATHER
brownish-black falcon, then Mahucutah touched it and it turned
a pure golden color before it flew down into an old well in the
desert. But, that was back when I was on Earth. The two events
could not be connected, could they?” Tital asked Bardala.
“Everything is connected, no matter how far is the distance,”
Bardala said looking directly at Tital. “You should know that by
now. In time...we will know the answers we seek.”
As the Mayan Temple-Pyramid loomed closer ahead, the
explorers soon found a flat-stone-paved road that led to the city.
Brilloso, running ahead of the riders, disappeared into a stonefenced courtyard surrounding the first house they had
approached. Finding nothing unusual he ran out to check the
next house. One after another he found the houses were all
vacant.
“These are all well built homes; it shows these people had
pride and wealth. The homes all look large with plenty of rooms,
built for many people in one family. Look at the wooden doors
and shutters; they appear to be still in good working shape after
all these kins. The wood must be termite-proof. These houses
are all built better than the ones in my village. One day when I
am chief, I will see that our houses in my village are all built as
good as I see these houses are constructed,” said a sincere Ronú
as he remounted his horse, after personally checking on the
structure of one of the houses.
A few minutes later Brilloso, far up ahead, froze in his tracks
with his ears standing up straight. Now what? Tital wondered,
another covey of quail?
“KKKKAAACCCKKK!” The screech, coming from behind a tall
stone courtyard that surrounded a much larger and grander
house than the rest they had passed.