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JUAN FRANCISCO BLANCO
better word to fit his hot temperament. He couldn’t move, his
Spirit had by the powers in Tital’s ring, acquired a body. The body
was not flesh and blood like a human’s body is composed of. It
was a body more like one made out of solid plastic, and it
contained his soul. Having this type of body was bad enough,
something that Huracán must have had his hand in doing, but
this body was also encased in a black, basalt stone. The only
thing that was left exposed to the light of day, or as Yum Cimil
preferred the darkness of night, was part of his face. He could
see out and talk, but he couldn’t hear anything said to him. He
thought—no, he knew that he would get even with that human
and his cursed ring, the one who had done this humiliation to
him. Next time, he would drag Tital by his hair down to Xibalbá.
He planned that next time would be soon. But first, he had to
have Ikal Ahan and Ah Peku chip him out of his prison.
“Hurry up!” was all that Yum Cimil could scream at Ikal Ahan.
“Hurry up! I want to find that man, Tital, and drag his body
underground to Xibalbá!”
Five o’clock in the morning does come early, most of the time
the sun in the east is not even up, Tital thought, as he got out of
his warm Haven Top sleeping bag.
“It’s time for everyone to get up and get ready to ride,”
Jonathan yelled out.
Tital got up and cooked eggs, while Bardala cut up the fresh
fruit Yum Kaax had left in their Coleman cooler. After a large
breakfast, the crew saddled and mounted their horses and