Doctor Who_ The Aztecs Part 1

DOCTOR WHO.

THE AZTECS.

JOHN LUCAROTTI.

1 Coiled Serpent

The TARDIS has materialised,' the Doctor announced authoritatively.'Where?' asked Susan, the Doctor's fifteen-year-old granddaughter.The Doctor moved around the central control deck of the s.p.a.cecraft to the digital time/place orientation print-out and pressed the appropriate b.u.t.ton. Nothing happened.'Well?' Susan arched her eyebrows.'Chesterton, hand me a screwdriver,' the Doctor said testily.Ian took one from the tool-kit, and gave it to the Doctor, remarking that with any luck they were on Earth during the 1980s in an aeros.p.a.ce factory where the TARDIS could be thoroughly overhauled. The Doctor was not amused and began furiously uns.c.r.e.w.i.n.g the front panel of the print-out.'We could always stick our heads outside the door and look,' Barbara Wright suggested.'And be devoured by a dinosaur, or dictated to by a Dalek, perhaps?' Ian added.'Let's check the atmosphere,' Susan said.'Good idea.' Ian turned to the Doctor. 'May I?'The only reply was a grunt which Ian took to mean 'yea', so he switched on the atmospheric sensor. A display screen gave a breakdown of the gases onside. Ian studied it for a moment and then said that it appeared they were on Earth, but the air was stale.'Stale?' Susan echoed.'Breathable but musty.''Then we can take a peek,' said Barbara. 'Coming with me?' she asked Susan.When Susan asked the Doctor if she could go, he waved one hand rather vaguely at her and told Ian to help him to remove the panel. When it was off, the Doctor began poking at the electronics with his screwdriver, making the 28-year-old scientist wince with despair.Cautiously Susan and Barbara opened the door and peered out. Apart from the light inside the TARDIS, they were in total darkness.'Where do you think we are?' Susan whispered. Barbara shook her head, but as the light from the TARDIS diffused and their eyes became accustomed to the gloom, they stepped outside and looked around. They were in a large tomb, and in the centre was a raised stone slab on which lay a superbly cloaked skeleton with a magnificent gold mask covering the skull. On the floor around the slab were earthen bowls and jugs, as well as ornaments, statuettes, bracelets, ear-rings and brooches, all of them made of jade. But it was the cloak, geometrically woven with silver and golden threads, and the superb mask that fascinated Barbara.'Look at that, Susan,' she murmured.'I am.' Susan shuddered with a sense of foreboding, antic.i.p.ating the evil to come.'It's an Aztec mask of Quetzecoatl, the Sun G.o.d, who was driven into exile by Huitzilipochth, the G.o.d of Darkness,' Barbara looked down at the skeleton again. 'He must have been a High Priest.' Beside one skeletal hand was an oblong rod of carved jade with six beaded threads of silver, each about six inches long, attached to one end. Barbara picked it up and smiled. 'Do you know what this was?''His personal fly-swatter'.Susan giggled. Since the Aztecs were Mexicans, the TARDIS must definitely be on Earth. 'But what year is it?' she asked.'I can tell you when he died.' Barbara pointed to the objects strewn on the floor. 'About 1430. These things all come from the Aztecs' early period; She picked up a gold bracelet shaped like a coiled snake that lay on the slab above the mask and turned it over in her hands. 'This indicates that after he died he was revered as a G.o.d.''You really know your subject,' Susan exclaimed. Barbara smiled and admitted that when she was at university she had been particularly interested in the Aztec Indians and their civilisation.'What little I know about them doesn't make me feel very well disposed towards them; Susan replied with a grimace. 'They used to cut out people's hearts while they were still alive, didn't they?'Barbara picked up the razor-sharp knife hewn from stone which lay at the skeleton's feet. 'They did it with this,' she said. 'It's called an obsidian knife. But there was another side to their nature - a highly civilised one.''The Spanish didn't think so when they came here.' 'Fernando Cortez and his conquistadores saw only wealth for themselves and barbarous acts of savagery by the Aztecs,' Barbara replied.'That was the tragedy of the race; their civilisation was completely destroyed, the good as well as the bad.' Barbara put down the knife and picked up the bracelet again.'The Spanish landed in the early 1500s, didn't they?' Susan asked.'1519, to be exact.' Still holding the bracelet Barbara pointed to the wall behind the head of the slab. A coloured fresco depicted an eagle clutching a coiled snake in its claws, surrounded by warriors in loincloths, cloaks, plumed head-dresses and sandals, who held s.h.i.+elds, spears and short swords slung from their hips. From their mouths came bubbles filled with hieroglyphs. Barbara studied the fresco and, almost without realising it, slipped the bracelet onto her wrist.'Just like cartoon strips,' Susan remarked. 'But they're all the same. What does it mean?''That the warriors will protect the High Priest's spirit until he rejoins his people.''Did the Aztecs believe in reincarnation, then?' Susan sounded surprised.'Definitely'. Barbara moved closer to the wall. 'This painting has hardly faded at all.' She touched the mural, then quickly withdrew her hand.'What's the matter?' Susan asked.'It may be my imagination,' Barbara replied, 'but I think the wall moved when I touched it.''Let's both push it and see.'They put their hands to the wall and began to push. The wall swung slowly outwards and upwards. Light trickled into the tomb and then flooded in as the wall rose higher and higher. Both of them blinked as their eyes adjusted to its intensity.'This tomb is part of a temple,' Barbara whispered. 'Hadn't we better go back to the TARDIS?' Susan asked nervously.'No, it's all right,' Barbara replied, 'there's no one here''t think I'd better fetch grandfather and Ian anyway,' Susan said and ran back into the tomb.Barbara left the tomb, walked to the centre of the temple and looked around. The temple itself was not large - about fifty square feet. Three sides were painted in white and blood-red, decorated with sculpted skulls and coiled snakes, and hung with elaborately woven brocade curtains. The fourth side opened onto a terrace, in the centre of which stood the sacrificial altar. Barbara s.h.i.+vered involuntarily as she approached the terrace to see what lay beyond it.'Woman!' the man's voice was firm and Barbara spun around to face him. He was in his mid fifties with a craggy face and long grey hair. He wore a loincloth, a cloak similar to the one that enveloped the skeleton in the tomb, sandals and a head-dress of multicoloured plumed feathers. In one hand he carried a posy of flowers. 'How came you here?' he asked.Barbara looked towards the entrance to the tomb in the back wall of the temple, but it had swung closed. 'This temple is sacred to the memory of the High Priestess Yetaxa,' the man said. 'You trespa.s.s, and you shall be punished for it. Warriors, guardians of Yetaxa s tomb,' he called out. Four young Aztecs, who Barbara thought bore an uncanny resemblance to those on the mural, emerged from behind one of the curtains. 'Seize her.' They advanced towards Barbara who backed away to the closed entrance. It was only when she reached it with her arms outspread that the man saw the coiled-snake bracelet on her wrist.'Wait, warriors!' he cried out with an expression of incredulity on his face. 'Wait!'The Doctor and Ian had just finished replacing the front panel when Susan burst into the TARDIS and told them excitedly where they were. The Doctor pressed the digital time-orientation b.u.t.ton and the number 1507 lit up.'Cortez isn't due for another twelve years,' the Doctor observed. 'But the Aztecs have some rather gruesome habits, and the sooner we collect Barbara and move on, the better.' The three of them went out into the tomb.'The wall's closed,' Susan exclaimed.'Which wall?' Ian asked.'The one with the mural,' Susan replied.'I can't see anything,' the Doctor complained, and went back into the TARDIS to fetch his pencil-torch. When he came out again he switched it on, but the beam of light was too narrow.'I still can't see anything,' he grumbled.'Give me your hand, grandfather,' Susan said and led him past the raised slab.'What's that?' the Doctor asked.'According to Barbara, he was a High Priest now revered as a G.o.d,' Susan replied.The Doctor snorted.'We push it up,' Susan explained when they reached the wall, and a few seconds later they were standing in the temple.'Barbara's not here,' Ian said.'She was when I came to fetch you,' replied Susan defensively.Ian called out Barbara's name. 'There's no sign of her now,' he said, 'unless she's out on that terrace.' He walked to the sacrificial altar and glanced down either side of the terrace. 'She's not out here'. Then he looked down. 'Good Lord, Doctor, come and see this,' he exclaimed.Both the Doctor and Susan went to Ian's side. As they pa.s.sed the altar the Doctor muttered that they had better find Barbara soon as he didn't fancy being carved up on it by some Aztec High Priest of Sacrifice.'Just look at the city,' said Ian. The temple was on the top of a pyramid and the city lay two hundred and fifty feet below them, patterned like a chessboard, with broad avenues between the squares of houses. There were gardens, irrigation aqueducts, and several markets.The Aztecs knew how to build as well as kill,' the Doctor observed drily. 'We must find Barbara and leave.' He looked back into the temple and saw the wall sliding back into place. 'The wall, Chesterton! Quick! The wall!' he cried, and Ian raced across the temple in a vain attempt to reach the wall before it shut them out. The Doctor and Susan hurried after him.'I was too late. There was nothing to grip on to.' Ian felt ashamed at his failure.Susan looked perplexed.'But it must open somehow, Ian''It does, child; the Doctor said with a shrug, 'you push it from the other side. Tombs like these were designed to stop grave-robbers, not help them''But how shall we return to the TARDIS?''That, my dear, is a very good question.'Ian cleared his throat. 'Doctor, we've company,' he murmured.The man whom Barbara had met and the four Aztec warriors were standing by one of the brocade curtains. The man raised in salute a hand which held a posy of flowers.'Autloc, High Priest of Knowledge, most humbly greets the servants of Yetaxa; he said, while the four warriors bowed.The Doctor glanced at Ian. 'The servants of what?' he asked.Ian shook his head and looked at the High Priest. 'Where is Barbara?''Of whom do you speak?''The young woman who was here a few moments ago.' The High Priest smiled at them. 'In due course you will meet Yetaxa again. But first, grant us our courtesies. Be a.s.sured that we harbour no evil towards you in our hearts. Indeed, we honour you.'The Doctor looked at Autloc for a moment. 'What did you say your name was?' He sounded suspicious. 'Autloc.''And you're the High Priest of Knowledge.''I serve as such.''You know where we Came from?' the Doctor persisted.'Yetaxa's tomb.''How does one enter it from the temple?''One cannot. It is sealed.' Autloc gestured towards the four warriors. 'Go now with these attendants and soon you will see the coiled serpent of Yetaxa again.'The Doctor scratched his head. 'I don't know what he's talking about,' he said as they crossed the temple to where a warrior held aside one of the curtains.'Barbara, I think,' Susan hissed, 'I'll explain when we're alone.'Just before they reached the drawn curtain, the deformed figure of a powerfully built man limped into the temple from the terrace. He was younger than Autloc and far less elaborately dressed. He wore a priest's loose-fitting robe which at first glance appeared to be caked in mud, but a second look told Susan it was dried blood. The plumes on his head-dress were splattered with it and his long hair was matted. He had a hard, thin, almost lipless mouth. But it was his eyes that commanded attention - they were jet black, piercing and totally fanatical. He stared at the Doctor, at Susan and at Ian, then bowed curtly to them and limped to the back of the temple where Autloc stood.'You know who he is, Chesterton,' the Doctor said as they were escorted from the temple.'The local butcher, by the look of him,' Ian replied. 'Exactly.'Autloc waited until they had gone before he spoke. 'You have seen her, Tlotoxl?' he asked.'A vision is with us, Autloc,' Tlotoxl replied and, turning away, he limped back to the sacrificial altar. He looked up at the sky. 'When does it rain?'Autloc came half-way along the length of the temple and looked with distaste at Tlotoxl's back. 'This day when the sun's fire first touches the horizon to the west,' he replied.'At that moment we will present her to the people. A vision shall stand before them, and I, in supplication to TIaloc, the Rain G.o.d,' Tlotoxl stretched out his left hand over the altar, 'I shall offer human blood. And the rain will come. No more talk of TIaloc being angered by as and bringing drought to the land. There will be rain' he exulted, 'and all power shall be ours again.' Facing the altar, Tlotoxl raised both hands and shook his clenched fists to the heavens.'I tell you, High Priest of Sacrifice, there will be rain,' Autloc spoke gently and hesitated before continuing,'-with or without human blood.'Tlotoxl spun around, his eyes ablaze. 'Does the High Priest of Knowledge serve only Quetzecoatl, the banished G.o.d, and not Huitzilipochth who has made us strong?''I serve the same G.o.d as you.' Autloc's voice was even.'Then, above all else, honour him. He demands blood,' Tlotoxl shouted, 'and he shall have it.'The Doctor, Susan and Ian were in an antechamber below the temple. The walls were covered with colourful tapestries; the stone floor was carpeted; there were three couches to recline on, and a legless table laden with food and wine. Susan and Ian sat down while the Doctor paced up down.'So you think Barbara may have been wearing the bracelet when she went into the temple, is that it, Susan?' The Doctor didn't stop to look at her.'I know Barbara picked it up and I have a feeling she may have put it on,' Susan replied half-apologetically, 'but I can't be sure, grandfather, it was dark in the tomb.''If she were wearing the bracelet and came out of the tomb then that fellow Itloc -''Autloc' Ian corrected him, and was ignored.'- must a.s.sociate Barbara in some way with that skeleton, Texaya.''Yetaxa.' It was Susan's turn to put him right. 'Very interesting,' the Doctor muttered.'Well, they've treated us all right so far,' Susan said brightly.The Doctor stopped in his tracks and glared at her. 'The Aztecs always showed the utmost courtesy to their intended victims,' he observed icily and continued pacing the room.

2 Yetaxa the G.o.d

The Doctor was still marching up and down muttering to himself when a warrior came into the antechamber and beckoned them to follow him up the candle-lit stairs to the temple. Once there, the warrior drew back the brocade curtain and stood to one side to let them pa.s.s. The temple had been transformed. The entire back wall, behind which was Yetaxa's tomb, had been covered with a clear sea-blue curtain filigreed in gold and silver threads with fish, sea-sh.e.l.ls and crabs, symbols of Tlaloc, the G.o.d of Water. In front of the curtain was a stone dais studded with pieces of jade, turquoise and emerald. On the dais stood a golden throne whose delicately worked trellis back was surmounted by a golden eagle with a coiled snake held in its beak. But the most remarkable transformation of all was Barbara. She was seated on the throne, dressed in a knee-length silk skirt patterned with multicoloured zig-zags. Her green lace blouse was decorated with sheaves of corn and leaves woven in gold thread. Around her waist she wore a leather belt with an emerald buckle. Her necklace was jade, as were the bracelets she wore on her left arm; on her right wrist she wore the coiled snake from Yetaxa's tomb and she held a posy of flowers. Her head-dress was a gold crown decked with brilliantly coloured plumes, and her sandals were laced with gold thread. The Doctor, Susan and Ian gaped at her in astonishment.Barbara glanced at the warrior who stood beside the brocade curtain. 'Leave us' she commanded.The warrior bowed and withdrew from the temple. 'Barbara, what on earth are you doing there?' Ian's voice echoed his incredulity.Barbara leaned her right elbow on the arm of the throne, held up her hand and shook her wrist, the posy and the snake.'They think I'm the reincarnation of the High Priest in the tomb.''Because you had put on the bracelet and were caught wearing it by the High Priest of Knowledge,' the Doctor concluded for her.'That's correct, Doctor,' said Barbara. 'Autloc knew that I had come out of Yetaxa's tomb.'Susan looked puzzled. 'But if Yetaxa was a man; she asked, 'how can they believe you area reincarnation of him?''The form his spirit takes isn't important to them, Susan.' Barbara pointed to the bracelet. 'This is what counted.''Autloc called at Yetaxa's servants,' Ian said. 'Is that who they think we are - your servants?'Barbara nodded apologetically.'Charming!' the Doctor snorted.Barbara turned to him. 'But it's ideal, Doctor. We can enter the tomb as soon as we like, get into the TARDIS and be on our way.'The Doctor drily observed that although reincarnations could come out of the tomb, human beings couldn't go into one.'You're a G.o.d, Barbara,' Ian said with a smile. 'Find out how it opens.'Barbara replied that she would ask, but the Doctor tut-tutted testily.'That's the one thing you must not do.' His voice was severe. 'As Yetaxa's spirit, you'll be expected to know everything. But if you go around asking questions and the Aztecs were to decide that you're not whom they think you are,' the Doctor paused for effect, 'then we won't last long.' The Doctor sighed and walked around the throne. Susan and Ian didn't move. They all realised there was an impenetrable wall between them and the solution to their problem.The two High Priests came into the temple and bowed to Barbara.'Great spirit of Yetaxa' Tlotoxl said, 'the High Priest of Sacrifice salutes you.'The Doctor and Ian exchanged a glance.'I acknowledge the High Priest's greeting,' Barbara replied.Autloc approached the throne, 'For many days and many nights Tlaloc has looked away from us,' he began, but Barbara interrupted him.'The G.o.d of Water and Vegetation?'Autloc nodded. 'Our land withers and the people groan'Tlotoxl limped closer to Barbara. 'Those who serve the temple have prayed that the land may again be bountified; he said, 'and this day we shall honour 'Galoc's'When the sun's fire touches the horizon to the west, the people will stand before the temple in obedience to our commands,' said Autloc and bowed again. 'We humbly beg you, Great Spirit, at that time, to show yourself before the people so that they may know their suffering draws to an end.'The Doctor leant over to Ian and muttered gleefully that Barbara would appear and down would come the rain.'How can he be so sure?' Ian asked out of the corner of his mouth.'He's not the High Priest of Knowledge for nothing, Chesterton' the Doctor replied.Tlotoxl was watching them.I shall do as the High Priest requests,' Barbara said. 'We also entreat you, Great Spirit, to permit your handmaiden and servants to perambulate among our people,' Autloc continued.The Doctor saw the flicker of doubt in Barbara's eyes. He stepped forward.'Great Spirit, grant this request.' He pointed to Ian and himself. 'Thus may we be your eyes and ears and learn how best to serve all our interests.'The aged servant of Yetaxa speaks with wisdom,' Autloc remarked, looking at the Doctor with interest. The Doctor bristled. Aged indeed, he thought. Barbara pointed to Susan. 'My handmaiden remains with me.' She waved her hand at Ian and the Doctor.'But they may do as you request.'The High Priests bowed again to Barbara, then Autloc turned to Ian and the Doctor. 'We shall await you; he said, and they left the temple.Once they had disappeared behind the curtain, the Doctor rubbed his hands in delight.'A beautiful performance, my dear,' he enthused. 'We've got exactly what we want. You and Susan here in perfect safety, Chesterton and myself out and about, trying to find a way to get back behind that wall, into the TARDIS and off.'Ian wasn't convinced.'It sounds all right,' he said, 'but I don't think we should take our eyes off those two High Priests for a second.''Don't worry about them, Chesterton,' the Doctor replied airily, 'they'll be too busy timing their miracle.' 'What miracle?' Susan asked.The Doctor turned to her.'Presenting the great Spirit of Yetaxa to the people, one second before there is a flash of lightning, a clap of thunder and it buckets down.''I still don't see how they can be as accurate as that,' Ian said, shaking his head.The Doctor wagged a forefinger at him.'Yea mustn't underestimate the Aztecs, Chesterton. They were a very civilised, cultured people.''Not were - are, as far as we are concerned,' Ian interjected.The Doctor cleared his throat. 'They know all about about astronomy and the constellations, each of which has its own minor G.o.d; their agricultural policies and practices are centuries ahead of their time; and look at the workmans.h.i.+p on Barbara's throne,' he pointed dramatically to it. 'A very advanced people, apart from one or two glaring shortcomings.''Such as cutting out people's hearts, or chucking them off the temple steps,' Susan suggested.The Doctor dismissed her with a look. 'I was talking scientifically,' he said haughtily, 'for example, they don't know about the wheel.'The two High Priests waited for Ian and the Doctor in the antechamber below the temple. Autloc was studying his posy of flowers whilst Tlotoxl toyed with the obsidian knife he had extracted from under his priest's robe.'Autloc, who serves Yetaxa?' he asked suddenly. 'We do, as High Prists of the temple,' Autloc replied.'What purpose then serve the others?''Yetaxa has said that the..'Before Autloc had finished speaking, Tlotoxl pointed the knife at him and asked if it would not be better that one of the strangers should lead their force of arms. 'Yetaxa's young servant should enjoy this honour. A warrior favoured by the G.o.ds.'Autloc considered this proposal for a moment, trying to guess what Tlotoxl's ulterior motive might be. 'But Ixta is our chosen warrior,' he replied finally.Tlotoxl limped over to Autloc's side. 'Let Ixta prove himself more worthy of command than the servant of Yetaxa,' he murmured, touching the tip of the knife with his finger.But were the servant to lose the contest, it would bring down Yetaxa's wrath upon us, Autloc countered. Tlotoxl almost smiled as he hinted that Yetaxa would ensure that no harm came to her servant, as the G.o.ds were all-powerful.Autloc was disquieted and tugged at a petal of a flower as he wondered again what Tlotoxl's purpose was.The Doctor and Ian entered the antechamber.Tlotoxl sheathed the obsidian knife. 'It has been decided the aged servant may walk abroad,' he announced, 'but you,' he said, turning to Ian, 'will train to command our armies.'Ian and the Doctor looked anxiously at one another. Don't argue, said the look on the Doctor's face.'The Great Spirit of Yetaxa would not deny me such an honour,' Ian replied.Tlotoxl turned to Autloc and asked him to conduct the Doctor to the garden at the base of the temple. 'There you may sit in comfort with others of advanced years,' he added to an inwardly fuming Doctor, whom Autloc beckoned to follow him down the flights of stairs that would lead them to the ground level of the pyramid.Then Tlotoxl pointed to the jug of wine and one of the goblets. Ian shook his head, but the High Priest picked up the jug, filled a goblet and drank the wine in a single draught. He put the goblet back on the table and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his robe. He looked at Ian for a few seconds with his intense, dark eyes.'Come now with me to the barracks,' he said, 'where you shall encounter Ixta''Ixta? Is that someone's name?' Ian asked.'Yes. He is your rival for command,' Tlotoxl replied and limped towards the stairs.Considerably taken aback, Ian followed, rather wis.h.i.+ng he had accepted the proffered gla.s.s of wine.The Doctor was slightly out of breath when he and Autloc came out of the temple. He looked up at the pyramid towering above him and recalled Susan's remark concerning the faster way down and decided he was more than content to pant a bit. Autloc led the way to the high-walled garden behind the temple. In one wall was a wooden door which Autloc opened and let the two of them into the garden. It was enormous and beautifully laid out. The inside of the walls was trellised and covered with the rose and purple hues of bougainvillea vines. In the centre of the garden was a lake with an island of multicoloured rocks in the middle. A mosaic path encircled thc lake, with small paths radiating from it to the walls, and another three concentric paths cut the garden into segments, each one a trimmed lawn with beds of flowers and shrubs. There were stone benches along the edges of the lawns where older Aztecs sat. They bowed their heads respectfully to Autloc, looked curiously at the Doctor's clothes and whispered amongst themselves.The Doctor surveyed the scene around him. Colour abounded. 'A pleasant venue for a reflective afternoon,' he observed.'Many years ago, after the body of the High Priest Yetaxa was sealed in the tomb, a law was introduced that all who attain their fifty-second year should pleasurably pa.s.s the remainder of their years, free from responsibility and care,' Autloc explained.'Highly commendable, but don't they sometimes become bored?''Often we seek the acc.u.mulated wisdom of their's ''What about?''All manner of things. Each person here served the community in one way or another.' Autloc began pointing them out. 'He was a weaver of priestly robes; she was a woman of medicines; he, an artisan of gold and silver; she, a sculptress in obsidian stone; and that man, a leading architect in the modernisation of our city.'The Doctor noticed a grey-haired, pleasant-faced, plumpish woman in her mid fifties who was using a knife to prune a rose bush. 'That lady was, and still is, a gardener, I take it?' the Doctor asked.Autloc laughed. 'Cameca's advice, of all those here, is the most sought after. She sold vegetables in the market-place but her eyes were everywhere, missing nothing. You will find in her a companion of great wit and interest,' Autloc added.'What did you say she was called? Names have never been my forte''Cameca,' Autloc replied and begged the Doctor's permission to return to the temple. The Doctor acquiesced and Autloc strode away.'Cameca, yes,' the Doctor muttered to himself. He had already noticed her glancing furtively at him. He wandered along the path, holding a lapel of his jacket, and stopped beside her. Cameca concentrated on her pruning.'Despite the drought there is water for flowers' he observed.'Better to go hungry than starve for beauty' Cameca replied and snipped off two roses which she handed to the Doctor.'Thank you.' He sniffed them appreciatively. 'An aroma worthy of the G.o.ds.' He looked around the garden. 'Such a delightful place, this, though I imagine watering it must be quite a task.'Cameca smiled. 'There is a tunnel under the garden,' she explained, 'and from it are small pipes which lead to the lawns and flowerbeds.' She pointed to a nozzle with a watering rose on it which stuck up just above the ground.' Water from the city's irrigation aqueducts fills a reservoir with a sluice-gate near the back wall. When the sluice-gate is opened the whole garden can be sprayed' 'How ingenious; the Doctor remarked as he sat down on a stone bench. 'I find it so restful here,' he said, 'so very restful.''It is the garden of peace.''Aptly named''The words of Chapal''Chapal?''He built the temple''And set out the garden as well?' But the Doctor's mind was clicking over in another direction.'As a labour of love,' Cameca replied.'One senses that immediately. Does he ever come here?' The Doctor was all innocence.'He watches over the garden constantly.''Really?' the Doctor's face lit up.'In spirit.'The Doctor's face fell.'As does his son,' Cameca continued.'Dead as well.' The Doctor was despondent.'His son's son lives.'The Doctor cheered up a mite. 'He's a builder?' 'No. A warrior.''But perhaps he knows something of his grandfather's work.' The Doctor looked up at the pyramid. 'I find the temple fascinating' the interior, the steps, the stairs, the antechambers.' He stopped short of mentioning the tomb.'A meeting between you can be arranged,' Cameca said.Holding his roses, the Doctor stood up and bowed over her hand. 'Dear lady, I would be eternally grateful,' he said.

3 Chosen Warriors

Ian walked along the broad avenue with Tlotoxl limping at his side. The avenue was lined with windowless, one storey, box-like houses. Their entrances were elaborate wrought-iron gates, through which Ian could see the short pa.s.sageway that led to the central, open-air courtyard with its lawn, flowerbed and tumbling bougainvillea. Around the courtyard were the rooms of the house.Ian thought that if ever he were to reach home again he would like to build a house like that. But then he remembered the considerable difference between the Mexican climate and the weather in England.The Aztecs they pa.s.sed on the way to the barracks bowed respectfully to Tlotoxl, but Ian sensed they were afraid of the High Priest.'Do you often leave the temple?' he asked.'Autloc seeks wisdom in the garden from time to time,' Tlotoxl replied. 'I visit the barracks to select a victim when the G.o.ds demand blood.'Ian felt his run cold.The barracks was similar to the houses in design, but infinitely larger, and the central courtyard was an area of hard-baked clay where the warriors trained in the martial arts. When Ian and Tlotoxl entered the courtyard some two hundred warriors were at drill. They wore leather loincloths, sandals and plumed head-dresses. They carried s.h.i.+elds and lunged with short swords, parrying attacks from imaginary enemies. When the Aztec in charge saw Tlotoxl, he ordered the warriors to stop and they stood respectfully as the High Priest of Sacrifice limped across the courtyard followed by Ian, who quickly became aware that the word had been pa.s.sed by the warriors in the temple and everyone knew who he was. Suddenly Tlotoxl stopped, glanced along the ranks and pointed to a young warrior. Then he limped on to the far side of the courtyard. As they approached it, a warrior broke from the ranks and ran to open the door for them. There was a short pa.s.sageway which opened onto another clay courtyard, patterned with the eagle and coiled snake in colourful dyes. Ian noticed that the courtyard was about the same size as the ones he had seen in the houses. There was a door in each of the other three walls. The two doors which faced one another were ornate, and decorated, once again, with the eagle and snake motif. The third door was made of plain wood.Tlotoxl went to the centre of the courtyard. 'Ixta,' he called.One of the decorated doors opened and a well-built, handsome man, a few years younger than Ian, came into the courtyard. He was wearing a leather loincloth with rectangular shapes embroidered on it in gold and silver thread. He wore sandals and his hair was drawn back in a short pony-tail. He bowed to Tlotoxl.'I greet the High Priest of Sacrifice,' he said, then eyed Ian up and down. 'What manner of warrior is this?' His tone was disdainful.'He is the servant of Yetaxa,' Tlotoxl replied.Ixta bowed. 'I have heard that Yetaxa again guides us in wisdom and in strength. Does the High Priest wish me to demonstrate my skill to Yetaxa's servant?'Tlotoxl inclined his head and Ixta strode to the door which opened onto the large courtyard.'A warrior - one of the best,' he commanded.The Aztec in charge signalled to a warrior, who ran to the door and entered the small courtyard.'We shall fight with studded clubs and s.h.i.+elds,' Ixta announced and led the warrior over to the plain wooden door. They went inside.'To command one must prove courage, skill and intelligence.' Tlotoxl's voice was insinuating. Ixta had killed and taken many prisoners on the battlefield, he told Ian. 'He has no fear of death.'Ixta and the warrior reappeared. Each carried a s.h.i.+eld and a wooden cudgel which had a circular head studded with pieces of obsidian stone. They approached Tlotoxl, bowed to him, then went to the centre of the courtyard and stood facing one another, about ten feet apart. Just out of reach, Ian thought.Tlotoxl raised one hand. 'Commence,' he commanded.The two men circled each other warily. Then Ixta suddenly lunged and aimed a blow at the warrior's left-hand side. But as the warrior brought his s.h.i.+eld across his body to fend off the cudgel, Ixta reversed his attack and hit out at the warrior's unprotected right. The warrior was swift and leapt back. Ixta swung at empty air, almost throwing himself off balance. Instinctively, he raised his s.h.i.+eld to protect his head as the warrior's cudgel crashed down. As it struck the s.h.i.+eld, Ixta gave a backhand chop just below the warrior's rib-cage. Blood spurted from the wound. The contestants backed away and circled each other again. Ian had antic.i.p.ated a friendly encounter, but now he wasn't so sure. His mouth went dry and he gave a sideways glance at Tlotoxl beside him. The High Priest's face was expressionless. I shouldn't be surprised, Ian thought. He's accustomed to the sight of blood. Then Ixta launched a ferocious attack, forcing the warrior to give ground as he tried to ward off the repeated blows. The warrior tried to counterattack, but Ixta's s.h.i.+eld was all around his body, protecting it until the last blow, which Ixta parried with his cudgel and with such force that the warrior's weapon flew from his hand and he was driven back trying to defend himself. Eventually he fell to his knees in a corner of the courtyard, with the s.h.i.+eld held above his head. Ixta smashed his cudgel down on the warrior's s.h.i.+eld and stepped back.'Go and have your wound healed; he said, and then walked over to Tlotoxl.'Thus shall other tribes fear even more the Aztecs,' the High Priest said.Ixta inclined his head and turned to Ian. 'Tell Yetaxa that I shall serve well.''I shall carry that salutation for you,' Tlotoxl replied. 'Yetaxa's servant remains here.'Ixta looked puzzled. 'But here dwell only those chosen to command,' he said.'I know it.' Tlotoxl looked from one to the other.Ixta turned to Ian and there was fierce pride in his face. 'What name did your mother give you?' he asked.'Then I tell you, Ian, that six other warriors have dwelt in there,' he pointed to the other decorated door, 'but I alone remain. Yet I welcome you. There is no fear of you in me. And one day all men will fear Ixta, the Aztec commander who defeated the chosen servant of Yetaxa.'Ian did not reply, but met Ixta's arrogant gaze with a look he hoped was steadfast.'Let him be clothed according to his rank,' Tlotoxl said.'It shall he done,' Ixta replied and asked if Ian would a.s.sist at the Rain G.o.d's ceremony.'He is now as you are, Ixta, a chosen warrior,' the High Priest replied and limped out of the courtyard. 'What am I supposed to do at this ceremony?' Ian asked.'All honour rests with us,' Ixta's voice rang with pride, 'we deliver the human sacrifice to the High Priest Tlotoxl,' and then in a matter-of-fact voice added that it was time to obtain Ian's uniform.Ian stood dumbfounded.Cameca had gone home, leaving a contemplative Doctor in the garden. She returned later with a tray, on which were cornflower pancakes, ajar of honey, a knife, two goblets and a jug of water. Cameca put the tray on the bench where the Doctor was sitting, and then sat down herself. The Doctor had eaten two pancakes with honey and drunk a goblet of water when he saw a cloaked, plumed Aztec warrior with an embroidered loincloth and sandals striding purposefully towards him. It took the Doctor a full fifteen seconds to recognise Ian.'Ah, Chesterton,' he called, his eyes sparkling with amus.e.m.e.nt at Ian's clothes, 'have a pancake and honey.' Ian declined and the Doctor introduced him to Cameca whom, he added, had promised to arrange a meeting between himself and the grandson of the man who built the temple.'That is most kind of you, madam,' Ian smiled at Cameca. Who returned his smile though her eyes looked momentarily troubled. She glanced down at the tray and then at the Doctor.He gently patted his stomach. 'Delicious and plenteous, dear lady.'Cameca stood and picked up the tray. The Doctor also rose to his feet.'Pray excuse me,' Cameca said, 'then you may talk more freely' She walked away.'Nice person, Chesterton, gentle and..''Doctor,' Ian's voice rang with urgency, 'today there's to be a human sacrifice at the Rain G.o.d ceremony and I'm supposed to a.s.sist. I can't possibly do it.'The Doctor put his hand on Ian's shoulder. 'Just a minute, Chesterton; he said, 'what exactly must you do?''Escort the victim to the altar.''Then do it.' The Doctor spoke brusquely.Ian was appalled. 'You can't expect me to partic.i.p.ate in murder.''Intervene and we'll be dead within the minute.''But,' Ian began in desperation.'No buts about it,' the Doctor cut in, 'if human sacrifice is their tradition, then let them get on with it.' He removed his arm from Ian's shoulder and pointed a forefinger at Ian's chest. 'For your own sake, for Barbara's, for Susan's and for mine, do not interfere.' These last words were spoken in a measured tone. 'Promise me, Ian,' the Doctor insisted.Ian looked down at the ground. 'All right, you have my word,' he murmured.The Doctor patted him on the arm, 'I'll go and tell Barbara,' he said, and hurried away. It was only when he entered the pyramid that he remembered all the stairs he had to climb.Susan and Barbara were in the antechamber below the temple. Barbara had taken off her sandals and lay on a couch wriggling her toes while munching a banana. 'Hardly G.o.d-like behaviour,' she remarked between bites to Susan who was trying on Barbara's plumed crown.'What do you think?' Susan asked as she struck a fas.h.i.+on-photo pose.'It's just the thing for the Royal Enclosure at Ascot,' Barbara replied and they both laughed. 'I enjoy being the handmaiden of a G.o.d,' Susan said. 'This end isn't too hard to take, either,' Barbara admitted.Susan took off the head-dress and put it down on a legless side-table beside a highly polished jade statuette of an Aztec G.o.d. Susan picked it up. 'Look at this' she said, 'it's exquisite.''That is the type of thing which hooked me on the Aztec civilisation in the first place,' Barbara replied, placing the banana skin on the plate at her side. 'On the one hand, there's Autloc who is charming, intelligent and cultured. But, on the other hand..'There's Tlotoxl,' Susan interjected. 'Strange, isn't it? Such beauty and such horror existing side by side' As she replaced the statuette, they heard the Doctor's breathless voice outside the antechamber.'Let me pa.s.s,' he was saying, gasping for air, 'go on, out of my way, I must talk to Yetaxa.'Barbara stood up as Susan went to the door and opened it.The Doctor stumbled in. 'Wait outside, Susan,' he gasped, 'and don't let anyone in''Yes, grandfather.' Susan left, closing the door behind her.'Sit down, Doctor, and catch your breath.' Barbara motioned to a couch.The Doctor collapsed onto it. 'All those stairs, all those stairs.' He took a deep breath and Barbara poured him a goblet of water which he gulped down.Barbara waited until he had recovered. 'What is it, Doctor? What's happened?'The Doctor stood up. 'There's to be a human sacrifice during the Rain G.o.d ceremony at sunset' He kept all emotion out of his voice.'Oh. No' Barbara was horrified. 'No!''You must not interfere, do you understand me?' Barbara buried her face in her hands. 'I can't stand by''You must' The Doctor barked out the two words. then his voice softened. 'Ian agrees with me,' he paused before continuing, 'and he is required to escort the victim to the altar'Barbara's hands flew from her face. 'He has to do what?' she exploded.'He's been designated a Chosen Warrior' - the Doctor shrugged -'and for all our sakes, he has agreed, given me his word, to do nothing to prevent the sacrifice.''Well, I have been made a G.o.d,' Barbara paced out her words, 'and I forbid it.''Barbara,' the Doctor began to protest, but Barbara cut him off.'No, Doctor. There will be no sacrifice at sunset, nor ever again. The reincarnation of Yetaxa will prove to the Aztec people that you don't need to cut out a pulsating human heart to make the rain come''Don't be foolish, woman. The High Priests will turn on you and denounce you.''They won't dare to defy me,' Barbara replied with great determination. 'No, this is the beginning of the end of Huitzilipochtli's reign.''What on earth are you talking about?' the Doctor demanded.'Rewriting history,' Barbara said calmly. If I can start the destruction of all that is evil here, then all that is good will survive when Cortez lands'The Doctor shook his head in bewilderment and spread out his arms. 'You can't change history, Barbara. Not one line of it.'Barbara turned her back on him, went to the side-table, picked up her plumed crown and set it on her head.'I appeal to you, Barbara. Be reasonable. What you're trying is impossible; the Doctor implored, 'believe me, I know, really I do, I know'She turned to face him and was quite serene. 'Not Barbara,' she said calmly, 'Yetaxa.'

4 Sacrifice to Tlaloc

In full regalia Ian and Ixta left the barracks with the warrior Tlotoxl had chosen as his sacrifice. He wore only a loincloth, sandals and a plumed head-dress. He had been fed an adequate amount of a drug which dulled his senses to reality and enlivened his desire to join the G.o.ds. Storm clouds gathered in the sky. Rain would fall with or without the brutal death of this young man and Ian wondered if he could slow down their pace so that, with any luck, it might start before they reached the altar. But Ixta and the warrior maintained an Aztec's pace and Ian had no choice but to keep step with them. To his surprise the streets were deserted, the city silent. He discovered the reason when they turned into the broad avenue that led to the pyramid. The square in front of it was packed. Ian estimated that there must have been between ten and fifteen thousand people - men, women and children. As the three of them approached, the crowd parted, opening up a path for them to the entrance of the pyramid. All eyes were on them and there was absolute silence apart from the sound of their sandals as they marched to the open door and went inside, the warrior first, then Ixta, and after him, Ian, who realised that the palms of his hands were soaked with sweat.Susan was standing with a temple guard outside the antechamber when she heard footsteps. She looked up the stairs that led to the temple. Both High Priests were descending. Susan opened the antechamber door and went inside. The Doctor and Barbara were facing each other in stony silence.'The High Priests are coming,' she whispered.The Doctor pointed his forefinger at Barbara. 'Be warned, young woman,' he growled.Susan was about to ask what was happening when the High Priests entered the antechamber. They bowed. 'The temple awaits your presence, Great Spirit of Yetaxa,' Autloc addressed her.'My handmaiden remains here.' Barbara pointed to Susan.'As Yetaxa decrees,' Tlotoxl replied.'However, Yetaxa's aged servant will accompany the Great Spirit to the temple,' the Doctor said, and Barbara did not fail to note the hint of menace in his voice. 'We shall be honoured by his presence,' said Autloc. Steeling herself for what she intended to do, Barbara walked regally from the room, followed by the two High Priests and then the Doctor, who turned to Susan just before he left.'Stay here, child,' he warned.A guard drew back the brocade curtain and let Barbara and the others into the temple. The walls and the terrace were lined with Aztec warriors. As Barbara approached the throne she looked furtively about her for Ian. There was no sign of him. She sat down and gazed before her. Tlotoxl's obsidian knife lay glinting on the sacrificial altar. The two High Priests moved onto the terrace and Autloc raised his arms.'A vision has come to us, my people,' he intoned, 'the High Priest Yetaxa has returned so that you may look again on the sign of the coiled serpent.' The Doctor thought that the whole ceremony would be ridiculous if it were not so gruesome, as no one two hundred and fifty feet below in the square could possibly hear a word Autloc said.But Susan in the antechamber below heard and, defying her grandfather's command, she went up the stairs and peeped through the curtain.Autloc turned to Barbara. 'Great Spirit of Yetaxa, step forth that we may honour you.'Barbara stood and walked slowly out onto the terrace with Autloc at her side. She stood on the edge of the parapet, spread out her arms and looked down at the sea of faces staring up at her. There was not a sound, and the sky was dark and heavy with clouds. She returned to the throne and sat down. The Doctor with a slight inclination of his head signalled his approval.'Bring forth the sacrifice to Tlaloc,' Tlotoxl commanded. Barbara's hands gripped the arms of the throne. Two Aztecs pulled back the second brocade curtain behind which Ian, Ixta and the warrior stood. As the warrior came into the temple, he bowed to Barbara. Ian and Ixta, following him, did the same, but Ian and Barbara's eyes met in an expression of sheer horror.Tlotoxl picked up the obsidian knife and the warrior lay down on the altar.'Take his arms; Tlotoxl ordered Ixta, and then to Ian, 'take his legs.'Before he obeyed, Ian glanced at the Doctor, who looked away in distress.Tlotoxl raised the knife above his head to the cloud-laden sky. 'Great Tlaloc, G.o.d of Water, I, Tlotoxl, High Priest of Sacrifice, call upon you to look down upon our land with favour. Give us the water that is our life,' his voice rose to a screeching crescendo, 'and we shall honour you with blood!'Susan screamed and ran into the temple as Barbara leapt to her feet.'Stop, Tlotoxl, I, Yetaxa command you?The High Priest's hands were quivering with frustration as he spun around to face Barbara.'Let no more blood be spilt.' She looked at lan and Ixta.'Release him.'The warrior jumped to his feet as they obeyed and he went angrily to the throne. 'You have denied me honour,' he accused her.'Then honour Tlaloc with your death,' Tlotoxl said. The young warrior looked at the High Priest, then ran to the edge of the parapet, threw himself off and hurtled to his death two hundred and fifty feet below.Barbara sat down in shock, then there was a blinding flash of lightning, a clap of thunder and the rain came down in torrents.Tlotoxl leered victoriously at Barbara. 'With death came rain,' he proclaimed.'Without your sacrifice came rain,' Barbara replied as steadily as she could.Tlotoxl glanced slyly at Susan as he limped over to the throne.'Does Yetaxa speak as a G.o.d or the protector of a handmaiden?''As a G.o.d.'Tlotoxl's hand, still holding the obsidian knife, shot out and pointed to Susan. 'Then your handmaiden must be punished. She cried out and desecrated the temple. She transgressed the law.''She did not know it.''Then let knowledge be beaten into her.'Barbara stood up and went to Susan's side. 'No one shall be punished for an offence committed in ignoance.' 'I demand that she be punished,' Tlotoxl snarled. 'No,' Barbara was adamant, but she knew a compromise had to be reached. 'Let her instead be taught respect for your customs'Autloc stepped forward. 'I shall take her to the seminary,' he said.Barbara smiled at him.'So be it, Autloc.''The Great Spirit of Yetaxa has spoken.' He bowed and led Susan from the temple.Tlotoxl turned away and went out onto the terrace, where he stood in the pouring rain. He held the obsidian knife in both hands and placed the tip on the altar. 'No, no, this is not Yetaxa who speaks,' he murmured, the rain streaming down his face. 'This is a false G.o.d whom I must destroy' He stabbed at the altar with the knife and the blade broke.As soon as she was back in the antechamber, Barbara took off her head-dress, threw it to one side, slumped onto a couch and toyed with the coiled snake on her wrist.The Doctor stood over her.'Well, young woman, are you satisfied, happy with your day's work?'Barbara stared at the carpeted floor, fighting back the tears which welled up in her eyes.'You wouldn't be advised, would you?' the Doctor persisted, 'dear me, no, you knew better.''I couldn't sit there and watch that young man being sacrificed,' Barbara's voice was choked and she bit on her lower lip.'Do you think we felt differently?' the Doctor snapped.Barbara shook her head in misery.'Then why didn't you leave well alone? Human sacrifice is part of their religion and there is nothing we can do about it.''I had to try.' She was barely audible.'And look at the result. Tlotoxl has certainly lost faith in you, which puts all our lives in danger and Susan is locked up in some sort of school.''At least she's safe there.' Barbara swallowed hard. 'She was perfectly safe here until you started meddling.'Barbara clenched her fists.'I wanted it to rain without that young man being killed.''Barbara, he wanted to be offered to the G.o.ds. It made him one as well'The tears began to trickle down her cheeks. 'I didn't think about it in those terms''You just didn't think,' the Doctor retorted angrily. Barbara buried her face in her hands, her body wracked with sobs. The Doctor stood by uncomfortably and his anger turned in on himself. He had been unreasonable and he knew it. Barbara's experience of travelling through time and s.p.a.ce was extremely limited, his was considerable to say the least. He could become a Babylonian deity at the drop of his hat, but for Barbara to have the role of an Aztec G.o.d thrust upon her must be very difficult indeed. He went to the couch and sat down beside her.'Oh, please, please, just go away,' she sobbed, 'and leave me alone.'Instead the Doctor put his arm around her shoulder and with his other hand took a large handkerchief from his pocket. 'I'm sorry, my dear,' he said gently, 'I shouldn't have been so harsh with you.'Barbara looked at him through her tears and shook her head. 'No, I'm crying because you were quite right.''Here, dry your eyes.' The Doctor offered her his handkerchief. She took it, dabbed her eyes, wiped her cheeks, and sniffed.'What have I done to us?' she asked, tugging at the handkerchief.'It's done now,' the Doctor shrugged, 'but what happens next is also up to you.''Me?' Barbara looked surprised.The Doctor tapped the palm of one hand with his other fist. 'Hold off Tlotoxl,' he said.'How can I? As you've just said, he has no faith in me.' 'But Autloc does' The Dotor had a glint in his eyes which Barbara had seen before.'You want me to play them off against each other,' she ventured.The Doctor nodded. 'Yes, Barbara. The more Tlotoxl doubts you, the more you must convince Autloc that you are Yetaxa.''You believe Sacrifice won't dare defy Knowledge' 'You saw for yourself, my dear. Tlotoxl wanted Susan beaten, but when Autloc suggested taking her to the seminary he gave way.''What about you and Ian?'The Doctor waved a hand in the air. 'Ian can take care of himself' he a.s.sured her. He then told her that, in the garden, he had chanced upon an Aztec lady who knew indirectly how the temple was constructed. He straightened his tie and winked at her. 'I'll soon find out about the entrance to the tomb.''Doctor, you're an old rogue' Barbara rebuked him with a smile.'But really, Barbara, it's up to you. As long as you are here, and they trust you, we are reasonably safe' 'I understand,' she replied.The antechamber door opened and Tlotoxl limped into the room. Barbara and the Doctor remained seated. You enter unannounced,' Barbara said haughtily. 'I proclaim myself only to my G.o.ds; Tlotoxl replied and looked at the Doctor. 'Let the old man go down to the garden.'The Doctor noted that he had been relegated from the aged servant of Yetaxa to an old man.'Enjoy the company of your new-found friend,' Barbara said as the Doctor stood up, bowed and muttered his obedience to Yetaxa's commands. Tlotoxl waited until the Doctor had left the room, then looked at Barbara with naked hatred in his eyes. 'I would ask you' - he spat out the words - 'how shall a man know his G.o.ds'?'Barbara held out her wrist with the bracelet on it. 'By the signs of their divinity,' she replied.'And if thieves walk among the G.o.ds?''Then, indeed, how shall a man know,' she conceded. 'By the secrets of the G.o.ds' minds,' Tlotoxl stabbed a finger repeatedly against the side of his head.'It is true' Barbara agreed that their knowledge would reveal them.'How many heavens are there?' Tlotoxl snapped. Barbara laughed. 'Does the High Priest of Sacrifice covet the mantle of the High Priest of Knowledge?' Her voice was light.'How many heavens?' he snarled.'Thirteen.' Barbara was grateful for her interest in Aztec culture.'Name them.''If the truth of my divinity lies hidden in my mind. Let Autloc seek it,' she replied.'So he shall.' Tlotoxl's voice was full of malevolence. 'Just as the chosen warrior, whose grandfather built this temple, shall challenge your servant.''To what purpose?' Barbara asked.Tlotoxl stared into her eyes. 'To determine which one of them will survive to command the Aztec armies.' Barbara was shaken. She knew the shock had shown in her eyes, and she also knew that Tlotoxl had seen it.

5 Perfect Victim

The life-size clay model of a warrior wore a loincloth. sandals and a head-dress. On its chest was a small red circle to indicate the heart. Ixta stood at the other end of the courtyard holding a javelin, which he threw with devastating accuracy into the circle. Ian, who was watching with Autloc, thought Ixta would be a useful addition to a darts team. Ixta swaggered over to them, his tight hand on the hilt of the short sword hanging at his side.'Thus shall my enemies fall,' he said arrogantly. 'Real enemies can hit back,' Ian remarked quietly. 'I have no fear of death,' Ixta retorted.'Perhaps not. The dead never win.'Autloc looked sharply at Ian. 'How would you attack?' he asked.'A little more cunningly; Ian replied, 'I'd use stealth to surprise my enemy.''This also I can do.' Ixta spun around and when they were face to face again, the sword was drawn and the tip touching Ian's stomach.Ian smiled at Ixta as the chosen warrior slid the sword back into its scabbard. Ian held up his left thumb. 'This is all I need,' he said casually.Autloc looked surprised and observed that to win a victory with a thumb would require magic.Ian shook his head. 'Knowing your enemy's weakness isn't magic,' he said, 'it's commonsense.'Ezra laughed and pointed to himself. 'What weakness have I that is vunerable to your thumb?''You'd be surprised,' Ian replied.Ixta hesitated, doubt in his eyes.'Don't worry, Ixta, I won't kill you. Not this time.' Ian remained composed; Autloc was intrigued and Ixta bristled.'You mock the arts of war and I defy you to harm me,' he challenged.Ian looked at the studded club that lay on the ground beside them. 'Pick up the club, Ixta,' Ian pointed to it with his left thumb.Ixta eyed Ian suspiciously and then bent down to pick up the cudgel with his right hand. But he never quite reached it, as Ian was astride him from behind and had clamped Ixta's right arm in a half-nelson hold, leaving him powerless to pick up the cudgel or draw his sword. At the same time Ian rammed his left thumb onto the pressure point behind Ixta's left ear. For a few seconds Ixta thrashed vainly with his left arm to disengage Ian's thumb, and then went limp. Ian released him and Ixta slumped to the ground. Autloc stared at Ian in astonishment.'Give him a little time,' Ian smiled at the High Priest, 'he'll soon wake up.'At that moment Tlotoxl limped into the courtyard. 'Autloc, there is a task lobe...' he stopped short when he saw Ixta.Autloc turned to him. 'He sleeps. Yetaxa's servant won the victory with his thumb.'Tlotoxl looked warily at Ian and turned back to Autloc. 'You saw the blow?''There was no blow.' Autloc held up his left thumb. 'He defeated Ixta with this.''Tell him to rest until the sun has pa.s.sed the zenith,' Ian advised as he walked away.'Where do you go?' Autloc asked.'For a stroll,' Ian was enjoying himself.'I shall accompany you,' and the two of them left the courtyard.Ixta stirred, propped himself upon his elbows, shook his head and exercised his neck muscles.Tlotoxl looked down at him. 'Could you not fight against it?''I was powerless.' Ixta rose groggily to his feet and leaned against the courtyard wall. 'My strength was drained from me like that,' and he snapped his fingers. Tlotoxl was disconcerted.Tonila, a small, portly, balding Priest of Knowledge waddled, posy in hand, into the courtyard, bowed to Tlotoxl and announced that the Perfect Victim desired to be admitted.'All his requests must be granted,' Tlotoxl replied, and as Tonila left he reiterated quietly, 'must be granted.' The Perfect Victim entered the courtyard. He was a handsome youth of eighteen and his white loincloth and cloak were hemmed with gold thread, which had also been used to weave the eagle and coiled-snake motif on the back of his cloak. Even his sandals were white.'You grace the Chosen Warriors' barracks by your presence.' Tlotoxl gestured towards Ixta. 'Here is one who would be commander of our armies.''Ixta, I have heard of your valour and your skill,' the Perfect Victim exclaimed, and then looked puzzled. 'Why do you say "would be" when all know he is to be the commander?''There are some who say the accounts of his deeds and the truth are far apart,' Tlotoxl replied, looking slyly at Ixta, who was furious.'No man can win against me,' he shouted.'None, not one?' Tlotoxl sneered.'I shall lead our armies,' Ixta replied stubbornly. 'It is my right''Yesterday it seemed so,' Tlotoxl remarked dryly. Ixta glared at him, picked up the cudgel, stomped off to the centre of the courtyard and began practising swings and blows.Tonila looked with surprise at the High Priest of Sacrifice.'You would make an enemy?' he asked naively.'I?' Tlotoxl protested. 'I only know that I have seen a man who could defeat him.''Defeat Ixta' The Perfect Victim could hardly believe his ears.Ixta stopped swinging the cudgel and turned towards them.'Once. And that by a trick' He pointed the cudgel at Tlotoxl. 'I tell you that face to face, I can pull the stranger down''Perhaps''You drive the man.' The Perfect Victim's voice was reproachful.'How often have you and Autloc instructed me that small failings in a man maybe his saving graces?' 'But you, oh Perfect Victim, are as your name implies' Tlotoxl replied. 'When the time is ripe and you face the G.o.ds, all failings will have dropped away. How else could you meet the G.o.ds to tell them of the Aztecs?' He paused dramatically and then raised his voice. 'Should not the commander of our armies be equally pure so that his very name will strike awe and dread in our enemies' camps?'The Perfect Victim considered the High Priest's argument and nodded. 'He who defeated Ixta should command''No' Ixta roared.Tlotoxl raised a calming hand and conceded that Yetaxa's servant may have won through trickery. 'A second contest would resolve the matter but I cannot order it,' he shrugged his shoulders and waited for Tonila, in his simplicity, to come to the rescue.'The Perfect Victim's desires must be fulfilled at all times,' he burbled.Tlotoxl clenched his fists in delight as the Perfect Victim went to Ixta's side.'My faith in Ixta is supreme,' the young man said, 'and it is my desire the Chosen Warriors meet in contest once again''As the sun sets, I shall arrange it,' Tlotoxl promised, and then casually expressed his opinion that two men fought better when one challenged the other as there was less vigour in a contest made for entertainment.'I shall challenge the stranger,' said Ixta.'Let it be so,' the Perfect Victim said, and left the courtyard with Tonila.Tlotoxl limped to Ixta's side and whispered in his ear. 'This I promise you, all honour and glory shall he yours if you destroy him.'The Doctor and Camera were in the garden looking at the flowers and plants. The Doctor touched a leaf and asked her what it was.'It is herbal and the sap of the stem is used by those who practise medicine to induce sleep!'I think I know of it,' the Doctor replied, straightening up. As he did so, he scratched the back of his hand on a thorn of the maguey cactus plant which grew beside the herb. 'Ouch!' He put the back of his hand to his mouth. Cameca laughed and suggested that Yetaxa's aged servant might care to sleep until the wound healed. The Doctor declined, smiling, and they walked on along the path.'What do you call yourself?' Cameca asked.'I'm known as the Doctor, but I am not a healer. I am a scientist, an engineer, a builder of things.''Now I understand your interest in the pyramid and the temple.'The Doctor admitted that there were several details concerning the interior that intrigued him and this time came straight to the point.'Yetaxa's tomb, for example, is sealed, but surely the builder, now what was his name... ah... Chalap..' 'Chapala' Cameca said.'Yes, of course,' the Doctor replied.' Surely he devised a way of opening it.'Cameca admitted that her knowledge of the pyramid was insufficient to answer his query, but she was sure Chapal's grandson would know the answer.The Doctor stopped and sniffed an exotic flower. 'Such fragrance,' he murmured and added that he didn't want to pry into what might be a family secret.'No one could think that of you,' she replied. 'When shall the meeting be?''Oh, any time.' The Doctor was nonchalant. 'Today?' Cameca observed that an interested mind brooked no delay.The Doctor looked at her and smiled. 'I'm sure that's true of you, Cameca.'She blushed. 'It was once. Now I'm content to pa.s.s the time of day here like the others.''Their minds are old, dear lady, something yours will never be,' the Doctor protested.Cameca smiled. 'Your heart too is young, Doctor.' She touched his hand and said she would go and see the builder's grandson at once.As she hurried away the Doctor sighed. He had a sense of guilt because, much as he liked Cameca, he knew he was using her. And does the end justify the means, he asked himself. In this instance, definitely, yes; the thought was resolute, but the guilt still niggled.Barbara received the High Priest of Sacrifice in the temple. Seated on the throne, she was determined to draw on all the divinity she could muster. She looked down at Tlotoxl and waited for him to speak.'The High Priest of Knowledge will question you.' 'And if he finds I am the Spirit of Yetaxa returned, what then?''I shall beg forgiveness of the G.o.ds for my unworthy doubts.''I will remember the words of the High Priest of Sacrifice.'Tlotoxl leant towards the throne, his impenetrable eyes glistening. 'Remember this also.' His voice was a menace. 'Whilst your divinity is in dispute, only those who serve the temple may approach you.''My servant also,' Barbara protested.'No!' Tlotoxl spat out the word. 'You are to remain alone.''For what reason?' Barbara enquired calmly.'A false G.o.d's servants would conspire against us,' Tlotoxl said accusingly. 'Such a danger we are not prepared to tolerate.''Then let my servants be told they may not enter here,' Barbara replied evenly. it will be done,' Tlotoxl replied and limped out of the temple leaving a very disquieted Barbara behind him.Cameca was walking along the broad avenue on her way to the barracks when a messenger approached her. He bowed respectfully and said that Ixta, the Chosen Warrior, sought her counsel. Cameca smiled and replied that she would go directly to his quarters.She came into the courtyard and went over to Ixta's door, which was open. She called his name and Ixta invited her in.The quarters consisted of three small rooms. On one side of the central living area was the bathroom, essential to most dwellings, as the Aztecs, with the exception of High Priests of Sacrifice, bathed two or three times a day. On the other side was the bedroom with a woven straw mattress on the floor and two wicker-work trunks for Ixta's loincloths and cloaks. His head-dresses were kept on a shelf, his sandals underneath it. The main room had a legless square wooden table with a cus.h.i.+on at each side. Iota pointed to a cus.h.i.+on and Cameca sat down. Ixta sat facing her.'I was told you wish to see me, Iota.''I would seek your advice, Cameca.''If I can give it, I shall,' she replied.Ixta rubbed behind his left ear with his thumb and asked what she knew of magic.'Nothing,' Cameca admitted, 'though it is my belief I know one who does.'Ixta leaned forward. 'What name has this person?' 'He is known as the Doctor and is the aged servant of Yetaxa.'Ixta dismissed the suggestion with a wave of his hand. 'He is of n