29
THE BLUE FEATHER
“And what image is that, Bardala?” Pancho asked quietly.
She knew this image, too. It was the image on the front side
of her golden medallion.
“It’s the image on the other side of my medallion,” she finally
said.
“Yes. Now tap my stick on the image twice,” Pancho said.
“What will happen?” asked Bardala.
“You will need to believe, so do it,” instructed Pancho.
Bardala touched the glowing image twice, and the image started
to move upward. The sand moved, and formed the shape of a
human male. It was easy to see, as the image now stood in front
of them, fully formed. The man wore the clothing of an ancient
people. It was a Mayan Spirit.
“You summoned me, Zotz,” the new creature said.
“Yes, it was me, but it was this human woman, Bardala, who
needed to see you. We are the ancient ones; the people again
need to believe in us. They need to see us once again. Balam
Acab, this is Bardala, her younger brother, Jonathan, and her
younger sister, Viviana.”
“Then your name is not really Pancho,” little Viviana said.
“No, that is not really my name. My true name is Zotz.”
“You didn’t look like any Pancho I’ve ever seen,” said
Jonathan.
“Nor any Pancho I’ve ever known,” said Bardala.
“Bardala, Jonathan, and Viviana must eat, drink, and rest.
Tomorrow we need for them to be able to travel a long distance.
Balam Acab, summon the Spirit for Food. I think my young
human trio would like fish to eat tonight. Summon Chac Uayab
Xoc,” Zotz said to Balam Acab.
“Who is Chac Uayab Xoc?” Jonathan asked Zotz.