THE BLUE FEATHER
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are looking fit; with all the food Chac Uayab Xoc has been feeding
them. He has taught them how to be better fishermen, and he
even has taught the women how to fish. The women, and a few
men, have learned how to make good clothes out of new plants
that we have shown to them. They are using both hemp and
cotton to make beautiful clothes. Now, my mortal friends, how
can I help you?”
“We’re tired, hungry, and these flying beasts need to be fed
some raw meat. They could probably eat one whole dinosaur
between all of them,” Tital said while holding his Staff of Power
and leaning on it.
“You all rest, and I’ll fix everything. I see you also have some
captive men...” Zotz said.
“We need them fed, too,” Bardala said.
“Very well, go rest,” Zotz instructed them.
An hour later, a warm campfire had everyone of the crew
sitting around finishing their seafood feast that Chac Uayab Xoc
had prepared for them. Zotz had used his powers to form a
stand-alone, bubble-like fortress around the Atoo captives.
There were open spaces where air and food could pass through,
but the warriors could not escape. They didn’t look too happy,
even after they were fed a good meal. Soon thereafter they
began talking quietly among themselves.
“These young warriors are very powerful, and they have
strange weapons that we do not understand. They can kill
Gigantoraptors with ease,” Togué said, as he sat with a glum look
on his face.
“They must be…Gods. They brought you back from Xibalbá.
No one ever survives after their body is pierced like yours was.”