ZIBALBAY TELLS HIS MISSION
When we reached the ruins of the temple we ate and drank, then,
knowing that we could travel no farther that night, I spoke, saying:
“Some two months since, Zibalbay, you sent a message by Molas, my
foster-brother, that man who died to save us this day, to him who
among the Indians is known as Lord of the Heart. Your messenger
travelled fast and far, by sea and by land, till he found him and
delivered the message.”
“To whom did he deliver it?” asked Zibalbay.
“To me, for I am the man you seek, and with my companion I have
journeyed here to find you, suffering many dangers and evils on the
path.”
“Prove that you are the man,”--and he asked me certain secret
questions, to all of which I returned answers.
“You are instructed,” he said at length, “yet something is lacking;
if, indeed, you are the Lord of the Heart, reveal its mystery to my
eyes.”
“Nay,” I answered, “it is you who seek me, not I you. To Molas, your
messenger, you showed a certain symbol; let me see that symbol, for
then and not till then will I reveal the mystery.”
Now he looked round him doubtfully, and said, “You I have proved, and
this woman is my daughter and knows all; but what of the white man? Is
it lawful that I should unveil the Heart before him?”
“It is lawful,” I answered, “for this white man is my brother, and we
are one till death. Also he is sworn of our brotherhood, and himself,
for a while, was Lord and Holder of the Heart, for I passed it on to
him when I thought that I lay dying, and to him cling its virtues and
prerogatives. So it comes about that we have no secrets from each
other; that his ears are my ears, and his mouth is my mouth. Speak to
us, then, as though we were one man, or be silent to both, for I vouch
for him and he for me.”
“Are these things so, White Man?” asked Zibalbay, making the sign of
brotherhood.
“They are so,” replied the señor, giving the countersign.
“Then I speak,” said Zibalbay, “I speak in the name of the Heart, and
woe be to him who betrays the secrets that he learns under cover of
this name. Come hither, daughter, and give me that which is hidden
about you.”
Now Maya put her hands to her head, and drawing forth something from
the dense masses of her hair, she passed it to her father.
“Is this what you would see?” he asked, holding the talisman in the
light of the setting sun.
I looked, and lo! there before me was the very counterpart of that
which had descended to me from my forefathers, and which I wore about
my neck.
“It would seem so, unless my sight deceives me,” I answered; “and is
this what you have come so far to seek, Zibalbay?” and I drew forth
the ancient symbol of the Broken Heart.
Now he leaned forward, and examined first the one half and then the
other, searching them with his eyes. Then he clasped his hands and,
looking to the heavens, said:
“I thank thee, O Nameless One, god of my fathers, that thou hast led
my feet aright, and given it to mine eyes to see their desire. As thou
hast prospered the beginning, so prosper thou the end, I beseech
thee.”
Then he turned to me and continued as in an ecstasy:
“Now have Day and Night come together, and soon shall the new sun
rise, the sun of our glory, for already the dawn is breaking. Take
that which is in your keeping, and I will take that which is in mine,
for not here must they be joined, but far away. Listen, brethren, to
my tale, which shall be brief, seeing that if it be the will of
Heaven, your eyes shall prove my words where all things can be made
clear to you, and if not, that of which little is told is the more
easily forgotten. Perchance, my brethren, you have heard legends of
that ancient undiscovered city, the last home of our race which is
undefiled by the foot of the white conqueror, and the secret sanctuary
of the pure faith given to our forefathers by the divine Cucumatz, who
is of some named Quetzal.”
“We have heard of it and greatly desire to see it,” I answered.
“If this be so,” went on Zibalbay, “in us you have found those who can
guide you to that city, of which I am the _cacique_ and hereditary
high priest, and my only child here is the heiress and lady. You
wonder how it comes then that we, being of this condition, are found
unguarded and alone, wandering like beggars in the land of the white
man. Listen: The City of the Heart, as it is called, is of all cities
the most beautiful and ancient, and once in the far past she ruled
these lands from sea to sea, for her walls were built by one of those
brethren whom the holy Cucumatz, the white god, left to share his
throne, after there had been war between the brethren and they
separated, each becoming the father of a nation. So great was her
power in the early days that all the cities whose ruins may be found
buried in these forests were her tributaries, but as the years went
by, hordes of barbarians rolled down upon her frontier towns so that
they were lost to her. Still no enemies came near her gates, and she
remained the richest and most powerful of the cities of the world.
“Now the City of the Heart is built upon an island in the centre of a
lake, but many thousands of her children lived upon the mainland,
where they cultivated fields and dug in the earth for gold and gems.
So she flourished, and her children with her, till twelve generations
since, when there came tidings to the king of that day that a nation
of white men had conquered the empires near the sea, putting their
inhabitants to the sword and possessing themselves of their wealth.
Tidings came also that these white men, having learned the tale of the
City of the Heart and of the measureless treasures of gold with which
it is adorned, purposed to seek it out to sack it. When the ruling
_cacique_ was sure that these things were true, he took counsel with
his wise men and with the oracle of the god which is in the Sanctuary,
and issued a decree that all those who lived upon the mainland should
be brought within the walls of the city, so that the white men might
find none to guide them thither. This was done then, and the spoilers
sought in vain for many years, till it was reported among them that
this legend of a town filled with gold was but a fable. Now, however,
great sickness took hold of those who lived in the City of the Heart,
because it was over full of men,--so great a sickness, indeed, that
soon there was space and to spare for all who remained within its
walls. The sickness went away, but as the generations passed a new and
a worse trouble fell upon our forefathers. The blood of the people
grew old, and but few children were born to them. There were none left
upon the mainland to replenish the race, and this is our law, a law
which cannot be broken under pain of death, that no man or woman may
leave our territories to seek a husband or a wife of different blood.
“Thus, then, it has come about that the people have grown less and
less, wasting away like snow upon a mountain top in summer, till at
length they are dwindled to a few thousands, who in bygone days could
count their number by tens and twenties of thousands. Now I, Zibalbay,
have ruled this city since I was young, and bitterly has it grieved me
to know that before another hundred years have been added to the past,
the city, Heart of the World, must become nothing but a waste and a
home for the dead, though of that those who live therein to-day reck
but little, for the people have no thought for the morrow, and the
hearts of its nobles have become gross and their eyes blind.
“But an ancient prophecy has come down to us from our forefathers, and
it is, that when once more the two halves of the symbol of the Heart
are laid side by side in their place upon the altar in the Sanctuary
of the holy city, then from that hour she shall grow great again. Over
this saying I brooded long, and long and often did I pray to that god
whom I worship and whose high-priest I am, the Nameless god, Heart of
Heaven and Lord of all the earth, that it would please him to give me
light and wisdom whereby I might find that which was lost, and save
the people from perishing as, in a season of drought, flowers perish
for lack of rain, bringing forth no seed. At length upon a certain
night it came about that a voice spoke to me in a dream answering my
prayer, bidding me to wander forth from the country of the Heart and
follow the ancient road towards the sea, for there near to the eastern
shore I should find that which was lost.
“Then I summoned the Council of the Heart and opened my mind to them,
telling them of my dream, and that I purposed to obey it. But they
made a mock of me, for they thought me mad, and said that I might go
if I wished, for being their ruler they had no power to stay me, but
that no man of the people should accompany me across the mountains,
for that was against the ancient law.
“I answered that it was well, and I would go alone since go I must,
whereon my daughter rose in her place and said that she would journey
with me, as she had a right to do, and to this they must consent,
though one of their number spoke bitterly against it, for he was my
nephew, and affianced to my daughter. Was it not so, Maya?”
“It was so,” she answered with a smile.
“To be short,” went on Zibalbay, “since my heart was set upon this
mission, and my daughter yonder, who is wilful, would not be gainsayed
of her desire to accompany me, Tikal, my nephew, was placed over the
city to rule as _cacique_ in my stead until I should return again.
Then I left the city with this my daughter, many of the nobles and of
the common people accompanying us across the lake and a day’s journey
beyond it to the mountain pass, where they bid us farewell with tears,
for they were certain that we were mad and went to our deaths.
“Alone we crossed the mountains, and alone, following the traces of
the ancient road, we travelled through the desert and the forest that
lies beyond it, till at length we reached this secret place and stayed
here, for, though we were unharmed, danger, toil, and hunger had worn
us out, moreover we were afraid to venture among the white people.
Brethren, there is no need to tell the rest of the tale, for it is
known to you. That power which sent me on my mission has guided me
through all its troubles, and after much hardship and suffering has
caused me to triumph, seeing that to-night we are still alive, having
found that which we came forth to seek. Such is my story, brother;
now, if it pleases you, let us hear yours, and learn what purpose led
you and your companion here in time to save us from the grip of that
white devil who lies dead upon the stairway.”
Then I spoke, telling to Zibalbay and his daughter the story of my
life, whereof I have written already, and of my great scheme to build
up again that empire which fell in the day of Montezuma.
“Now you speak words that are after my own heart,” said the old chief;
“but tell me, how is it to be done?”
“By your help,” I answered. “Men are here in plenty, but to use them I
must have gold, whereas yonder it seems you have gold and no men.
Therefore I ask of you some portion of your useless wealth that by its
help I may lift up your people and my own.”
“Follow me to the city, and if I can bring it about you shall have all
that you desire,” he answered. “Brother, our ends are one, and fate
has brought us together from far away, in order that they may be
accomplished. The prophecy is true, and truly have I dreamed; soon
shall the severed symbol be brought together in the Sanctuary and the
will of Heaven be made clear. Oh! not in vain have I lived and prayed,
enduring the mockery of men, for Day and Night have met, and already
the light of the new dawn is shining in the sky. Place your hand in
mine, and let us swear an oath upon the Heart that we, its guardians,
will be true to each other and to our purpose until death chooses us.
So, it is sworn. Now, daughter, lead me to my rest, for I am
overwhelmed, not with toil and suffering, but with too much joy. O
Heart of Heaven, I thank thee!” and lifting his hands above his head,
as though in adoration, Zibalbay turned, and, followed by the girl,
Maya, he tottered rather than walked into the chamber.
When he had gone the señor spoke to me.
“This is very well, Ignatio,” he said, “and most interesting, but just
now, as I may remind you, there are things more pressing than the
regeneration of the Indian race; for instance, our own safety.
To-morrow, at the latest, men will come to seek these villains who lie
yonder, and if we are found here it seems likely that we shall be shot
down as murderers. Say, then, what do you propose to do?”
“I propose, señor, that at the first light of dawn we should take the
mules and ride away. The forest is dense, and it will be difficult to
find us in it, moreover two days’ journey will place us beyond the
reach of white men. Tell me, Lady,” I added to Maya, who had returned
from the chamber, “do you know the road?”
“I know the road,” she answered, “but, sirs, before you take it, it is
right that I should tell you something, seeing that not to do so would
be to make an ill return for all the nobleness which you have shown
towards my father and myself, saving us from death and shame. You have
heard my father’s words, and they are true, every one of them, but
they are not all the truth. He rules that city of which he has spoken
to you, but the nobles there are weary of his rule, which at times is
somewhat harsh; also they deem him mad. It was for this reason that
they suffered him to wander forth, seeking the fulfilment of a
prophecy in which none of them have faith, for they were certain that
he would perish in the wilderness and return no more to trouble them.”
“Then why did they allow you, who are his heiress, to accompany him,
Lady?”
“Because I would have it so. I love my father, and if he was doomed to
die because of his folly, it was my wish to die with him. Moreover, if
you would know the truth, I hate that city where I was born, and the
man in it to whom I am destined to be married, and desired to escape
from it if only for a while.”
“And does that man hate you, Lady?”
“No,” she answered, turning her head aside; “but if he loves me, I
believe that he loves power more. Had I stayed, although I am a woman,
my father must have appointed me to rule in his place, and Tikal, my
cousin, would have been next the throne, not on it; therefore it was
that he consented to my going, or at the least I think so. Sirs, I
learn now that you are to accompany us to the City of the Heart,
should we live to reach it, and for my part I rejoice at this, though
I should be glad if our faces were set towards some other land. But I
learn also that you have entered into a compact with my father, under
which he is to give you the gold you need, and many great things are
to happen, having for their end the setting up of the Indian people
above the white men, and the raising of the City of the Heart to the
place and power that she has lost, which according to the prophecy
shall come about after the two halves of the broken symbol are set
once more in the place that is prepared for them.”
“Do you not believe, then, in the prophecy?” asked the señor quickly.
“I did not say so,” she answered. “Certainly it is strange that by
following a dream my father should have found that which he sought so
eagerly, the trinket that your companion bears upon his breast. And
yet I will say this; that I have no great faith in priests and visions
and gods, for of these it seems there have been many,”--and she
glanced at the walls of the temple, that were sculptured over with the
demons which our forefathers worshipped, then added,--“indeed, if I
understand aright, you, sirs, follow a faith that is unknown to us.”
“We follow the true faith,” I answered, “all the rest are false.”
“It may be so,” she said, “but I know not how this saying will sound
in the ears of the servants of the Heart of Heaven. Come if you will,
but be warned; my people are a jealous people, and the name of a
stranger is hateful to them. Few such have ever reached the City of
the Heart for many generations, and of those, save for one or two,
none have escaped from it alive. They do not desire new things, they
have little knowledge of the world beyond their walls, and seek for
none; they wish to live as their forefathers lived, careless of a
future which they will never see, and I think that it must go very ill
with any who come among them bringing new faiths and doctrines,
seeking to take power from their hands and to awake them from their
narrow sloth. Now, sirs, choose whether you will accompany us in our
march towards the City of Waters, or whether you will set your face to
the sea again and forget that you chanced to hear a certain story from
a wandering doctor, whose misfortunes had made him mad, and an Indian
girl who tended him.”
Now I listened to these words which the Lady Maya spoke very earnestly
and with power, and understood that they meant much; they meant that
in going to the City of the Heart we were, as she believed, going to
our doom.
“Lady,” I said, “it may well chance that Death waits me yonder, but I
have looked too often in his eyes of late to shun them now. Death is
everywhere, lady, and, did men stop to let him pass, little work would
be done in the world. I have my task to do, or to attempt, and it
seems that it lies yonder in the Secret City, therefore thither I
shall go if my strength does not fail me and fate will suffer it. Come
what may, I travel with your father towards the City of the Heart. For
the señor here it is different. Weeks ago I told him that no good
could come to him from this journey, and what I said then I say now.
He has heard your words, and if he will hearken to them and to mine,
he will bid us farewell to-morrow, and go his ways, leaving us to go
ours.”
She listened, and, turning towards him, said, “You hear. What say you,
White Man?” and it seemed to me, who was watching her, that she
awaited his answer anxiously.
“Yes, Lady, I hear,” he replied, with a laugh, “and doubtless it is
all true enough, and I shall leave my bones yonder among your
countrymen. Well, so be it, I have determined to go, not in order to
regenerate the race of Indians or any other race, but that I may see
this city; and go I will, since, other things apart, I am too idle to
change my mind. Also it seems to me that after this day’s business
there is more danger in staying here than in pushing forward.”
“I am glad that you are going, since you go of your own free will,”
she said, smiling. “May our fears be confounded, and your journey and
ours prove prosperous. And now let us rest, for you must be very
weary, as I am, and we should be stirring before the dawn.”
Next morning, at the first break of light, we started upon our
journey, riding on three of the mules that we had captured, and
leading the fourth laden with our goods and water-skins. Very glad
were all of us to see the last of that ruined temple, and yet it was
sad to me to leave it, for there, hidden beneath some of the masses of
the fallen masonry, lay all that was left of my friend and
foster-brother, Molas, he whose bravery and wit had saved our lives at
the cost of his own.
Our plan was to avoid villages where we might be seen by men, and to
keep ourselves hidden in the forest, for we feared lest we should be
followed and brought to judgment because of the death of Don Pedro and
his companions. This, as it chanced, we were able to do, since, having
guns and ammunition in plenty, we shot birds and deer for our daily
food. Travelling thus on mule-back, soon our strength returned to us,
even to the old man Zibalbay, who had suffered the most from fatigue
and from ill-treatment at the hands of the Mexicans.
In something less than a week we had passed through the inhabited
districts of Yucatan and far out of reach of the white man, and now
were journeying through the forest towards the great _sierra_ that
lies beyond it. To find a way in this thick and almost endless forest
appeared impossible; indeed, it would have been so but for the
knowledge that Zibalbay and his daughter had gathered on their path
seaward, and for an ancient map which they brought with them. On this
map were traced the lines of the roads that in the days of Indian
civilisation pierced the country in every direction. One of these
roads, the largest, ran from the mountain range which surrounds the
lake of the City of the Heart, straight across _sierras_ and through
woodlands to the ruined town of Palenque, and thence to the coast.
This road, or rather causeway, was in many places utterly overgrown by
trees, and in others sunk in swamps or hidden by the dust and sand of
the _sierras_. Sometimes for two or three days’ journey there was
nothing to show us that it had ever existed, still, by following the
line traced upon the map, and from time to time taking our position by
the ruins of cities marked thereon, we never failed to find it again.
The number of these old cities and temples was wonderful, and
astonished the señor beyond measure, which is not strange, seeing
that he was the first white man who had ever looked upon them. Often,
as we rode, he would talk to me about them, and strive to paint in
words a picture of this country, now but desert plains or tangled
bush, as it must have been five hundred years or more before our day,
when cities and villages, palaces and temples, crowded with tens of
thousands of inhabitants, were to be seen everywhere, and the fertile
face of the earth was hidden in the green of crops. What histories lay
buried in those jungles, and what scenes must have been enacted on the
crumbling pyramids which confronted us day by day, before the sword of
the conqueror or the breath of pestilence, or both, made the land
desolate. Then it would have been a sight worth seeing; and our hearts
beat at the thought that if things went well with us it might be our
fortune to witness that sight; that _our_ eyes might behold the
greatest of these cities, sought for many generations but as yet
unfound, the very navel of this ancient and mysterious civilisation,
dying indeed, but still existent.
I had other hopes to draw me onward, but, as I believe, it was this
desire that sustained the señor in many a difficulty and danger of
our march. It was with him while he was hacking a mule-path through
the scrub with his _machete_, when we toiled along hour after hour
beneath the burning sun, and even at night as he lay over-tired and
sleepless, tormented by insects, and aching with fever. Filled with
this thought he was never weary of questioning the silent Zibalbay as
to the history, or rather the legend, of the land through which we
journeyed, or of listening to the Lady Maya’s descriptions of the City
of the Heart, till even she grew tired, and begged him to speak,
instead, of the country across the water where he was born, of its
ceaseless busy life, and the wonders of civilisation. Strange as it
may seem, I, who watched them both from day to day, know it to be true
that she was in mind the more modern of the two,--so much so, indeed,
that, in listening to their talk, I might have fancied that Maya was
the child of the New World, filled with the spirit of to-day, and he
the heir of a proud and secret race dying beneath its weight of years.
“I cannot understand you,” she would say to him; “why do you so love
histories and ruins and stories of people that have long been dead? I
hate them. Once they lived, and doubtless were well enough in their
place and time, but now they are past and done with, and it is we who
live, live, live!” and she stretched out her arms as though she would
clasp the sunshine to her breast.
“I tell you,” she went on, “that this home of mine, of which you are
so fond of talking, is nothing but a great burying-place, and those
who dwell in it are like ghosts who wander to and fro thinking of the
things that they did, or did not do, a thousand years before. It was
their ancestors who did the things, not they, for they do nothing
except plot against each other, eat, sleep, drink, and mumble prayers
to a god in whom they do not believe. Did my father but know it, he
wastes time and trouble in making plans for the redemption of the
People of the Heart, who think him mad for his pains. They cannot be
redeemed. Were it otherwise, do you suppose that they would have been
content to sit still all these hundreds of years, knowing nothing of
the great world outside of them, and day by day watching their numbers
dwindle, till life but flickers in the race as in a dying lamp? So it
is also, if in a less degree, with those Indians whom Don Ignatio here
seeks to lift out of the mire into which the Spaniards trod them.
Sirs, I believe that our blood has had its day. There is no more
growth in us, we are corn ripe for the sickle of Death,--that is, most
of us are. Therefore, if I could have my will, while I am still young
I would turn my back upon this city which you so desire to see, taking
with me the wealth that is useless there, but which, it seems, would
bring me many good things in other lands, and live out my time among
people who have a present and a future as well as a past.”
Then the señor would laugh, and argue that the past is more than the
present, and that it is better to be dead than alive, and many other
such follies; and I would grow angry and reprove Maya for her words,
which shocked me, whereat she would yawn, and talk of something else,
for I and my discourses wearied her. Only Zibalbay took no heed, for
his mind was set upon other things, even if he heard us, which I
doubt.
But all this while, notwithstanding her light talk and careless
manner, the Lady Maya was learning--yes, even from me--when the señor
was not at hand, for she would inquire into everything and forget
nothing that she heard. The history of the countries of the world,
their modes of government and religions, the manners, customs, and
appearance of their inhabitants,--he told her of them all from day to
day. Nor did she weary of listening, till at length the señor met
with an adventure that went near to separating him from her for ever,
and showed me, although I had no great love for her or any of her sex,
that, whatever might be her faults, this woman’s heart was true and
bold.