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JUAN FRANCISCO BLANCO
west of the Indian dwellings known as Cliff Palace. Ek Chuah
stood tall in front of the stone-glyphed archway, yelled out words
unintelligible to the Mexican brothers. The huge stone door
rumbled, and loose dirt shook off of it, as it opened wide.
“It’s certainly big enough. The door must be four meters
wide and five meters tall,” Fernándo said sitting atop his horse,
Relámpago. How could mortal men have built such a titanic-sized
door, he wondered to himself?
“Zotz, come to me!” Ek Chuah commanded, speaking to the
Otherworld. Soon, out of the open portal walked Zotz, dressed in
all his Maya ceremonial dress. Ek Chuah told him to open the
Portal door on Vivia at Dómpu City, after he introduced Zotz to
Fernándo and Ricárdo.
“I will have everything ready, bring on the horses,” Zotz said,
then turned and reentered the Portal door.
“The horses will arrive at first in small groups of forty to fifty
animals. We will need to keep them always moving forward.
Once the first lead horses go through the door, the rest of the
herd will tend to follow with little problems. I’ll build an invisible
bubble that will contain the horses, to keep them from turning
around and escaping. The bubble will be open only on one side,
the northern side. The two of you just need to help push them
forward. Let’s go to work, as the lead group will be here within a
few minutes.
“We’re ready,” Fernándo said, as he squeezed his legs letting
his new horse, Relámpago; know he wanted to move forward.
“Wait; look up there on the cliffs above us. I saw some
movement. Ek Chuah, can you tell us what is up there?”
Ek Chuah walked out away from the archway and looked up,
scanning the cliff face, before saying, “Good eyes, we may have