smiled at me. 'Oh, no, Alberto. There are more totems to be
found, even if one goes in the wrong direction.
But they only lead the bamboozled adventurer farther and farther
away from the citadel.'
And so we followed the totems through the rainforest.
They were spaced at varying intervals—some were but a few hundred
paces from their predecessors, others were
some miles overland—so we had to be careful that we travelled in
direct lines. Often we were aided by the river system, since at
times the totems had been carefully placed along the
riverbanks.
Following the totems, we travelled in a northerly direc tion,
crossing the wide rainforest basin until we came to a new tableland
that led up to the mountains.
This tableland stretched from the north to the south for as far as
the eye could see—a giant jungle-covered plateau—a single step that
Our Lord had built to aid him in stepping up from the rainforest to
the mountain foothills. It was dotted with waterfalls all along its
length. It was a truly magnificent sight.
We climbed the tableland's cliff-like eastern face, hauling with us
our reed canoes and paddles. It was then that we came to a final
totem which directed us upriver, toward the gigantic snow-capped
mountains that loomed above the rainforest.
We rowed against the gentle current of the river in the pouring
afternoon rain. After a while, however, the rain stopped and in the
mist that followed it the jungle took on an eerie quality. The
world fell oddly silent and, strangely, the sounds of the
rainforest abruptly vanished.
No birds chirped. No rodents rustled in the underbrush.
I felt a rush of dread flood through my body.
Something was not right here.
Renco and Bassario must have felt it, too, for they paddled more
slowly now, dipping their oars silently into the glassy surface of
the water, as if not daring to break the unnatural silence.
And then we rounded a bend in the river and suddenly we saw a town
on the riverbank, nestled up against the base of the enormous
mountain range. An imposing stone structure stood proudly in the
centre of a cluster of small huts, while a wide moat-like ditch
surrounded the entire enclave.
The citadel of Vilcafor.
But none of us had much care for the great citadel. Nor
did we take much notice of the village around it that lay in
smouldering ruins.
No. We only had eyes for the bodies, the scores of bodies
that lay crumpled on the main street on the town, covered
in blood.
Race turned the page, looking for the next chapter, but it wasn't
there. This, it seemed, was the last page of the manuscript.
Damn it, he thought.
He peered out the window of the Hercules and saw the engines
mounted on the green-painted wing outside, saw the snow-capped
peaks of the Andes gliding by beneath them.
He looked over at Nash sitting on the other side of the
aisle, working on a laptop computer.
'Is this all there is?“ he asked.
'I'm sorry?' Nash frowned.
'The manuscript. Is this all we have?'
'You mean you've finished translating it already?”
'Did you find the location of the idol?'
'Well, kind of,' Race said, looking down at the notes he'd taken as
he'd translated the manuscript. They read:
• LEAVE CUZCO-ENTER MTNS.
• VILLAGES: RUMAC, SIPO. HUANCO. OCUYU.
• COLCOPAUCARTAMBO RIVER—QUARRY THERE.
• 11 DAYS—COME TO RAINFOREST.
• RIVER VILLAGES: PAXU, TUPRA, ROYA.
• STONE TOTEMS—CARVED IN SHAPE OF CAT-LIKE CREATURE—LEAD TO CITADEL
AT VILCAFOR.
• TOTEM CODEmFOLLOW THE RAPA'S TAIL FOR FIRST TOTEM.
AT EVERY SECOND TOTEM AFTER THAT, FOLLOW THE 'MARK OF THE
SUN'.
FOLLOWED TOTEMS NORTH ACROSS RAINFOREST BASIN—-CAME TO TABLELAND
LEADING UP TO MOUNTAIN FOOTHILLS.
AT FINAL TOTEM WENT UPRIVER TOWARD MTNS-.-FOUND CITADEL IN
RUINS.
'What do you mean you've kind of found it?' Nash asked.
'Well, that's the thing,' Race said. 'The manuscript virtually ends
in mid-sentence when they reach the town of Vilcafor. There's
obviously more to be read, but it
found, even if one goes in the wrong direction.
But they only lead the bamboozled adventurer farther and farther
away from the citadel.'
And so we followed the totems through the rainforest.
They were spaced at varying intervals—some were but a few hundred
paces from their predecessors, others were
some miles overland—so we had to be careful that we travelled in
direct lines. Often we were aided by the river system, since at
times the totems had been carefully placed along the
riverbanks.
Following the totems, we travelled in a northerly direc tion,
crossing the wide rainforest basin until we came to a new tableland
that led up to the mountains.
This tableland stretched from the north to the south for as far as
the eye could see—a giant jungle-covered plateau—a single step that
Our Lord had built to aid him in stepping up from the rainforest to
the mountain foothills. It was dotted with waterfalls all along its
length. It was a truly magnificent sight.
We climbed the tableland's cliff-like eastern face, hauling with us
our reed canoes and paddles. It was then that we came to a final
totem which directed us upriver, toward the gigantic snow-capped
mountains that loomed above the rainforest.
We rowed against the gentle current of the river in the pouring
afternoon rain. After a while, however, the rain stopped and in the
mist that followed it the jungle took on an eerie quality. The
world fell oddly silent and, strangely, the sounds of the
rainforest abruptly vanished.
No birds chirped. No rodents rustled in the underbrush.
I felt a rush of dread flood through my body.
Something was not right here.
Renco and Bassario must have felt it, too, for they paddled more
slowly now, dipping their oars silently into the glassy surface of
the water, as if not daring to break the unnatural silence.
And then we rounded a bend in the river and suddenly we saw a town
on the riverbank, nestled up against the base of the enormous
mountain range. An imposing stone structure stood proudly in the
centre of a cluster of small huts, while a wide moat-like ditch
surrounded the entire enclave.
The citadel of Vilcafor.
But none of us had much care for the great citadel. Nor
did we take much notice of the village around it that lay in
smouldering ruins.
No. We only had eyes for the bodies, the scores of bodies
that lay crumpled on the main street on the town, covered
in blood.
Race turned the page, looking for the next chapter, but it wasn't
there. This, it seemed, was the last page of the manuscript.
Damn it, he thought.
He peered out the window of the Hercules and saw the engines
mounted on the green-painted wing outside, saw the snow-capped
peaks of the Andes gliding by beneath them.
He looked over at Nash sitting on the other side of the
aisle, working on a laptop computer.
'Is this all there is?“ he asked.
'I'm sorry?' Nash frowned.
'The manuscript. Is this all we have?'
'You mean you've finished translating it already?”
'Did you find the location of the idol?'
'Well, kind of,' Race said, looking down at the notes he'd taken as
he'd translated the manuscript. They read:
• LEAVE CUZCO-ENTER MTNS.
• VILLAGES: RUMAC, SIPO. HUANCO. OCUYU.
• COLCOPAUCARTAMBO RIVER—QUARRY THERE.
• 11 DAYS—COME TO RAINFOREST.
• RIVER VILLAGES: PAXU, TUPRA, ROYA.
• STONE TOTEMS—CARVED IN SHAPE OF CAT-LIKE CREATURE—LEAD TO CITADEL
AT VILCAFOR.
• TOTEM CODEmFOLLOW THE RAPA'S TAIL FOR FIRST TOTEM.
AT EVERY SECOND TOTEM AFTER THAT, FOLLOW THE 'MARK OF THE
SUN'.
FOLLOWED TOTEMS NORTH ACROSS RAINFOREST BASIN—-CAME TO TABLELAND
LEADING UP TO MOUNTAIN FOOTHILLS.
AT FINAL TOTEM WENT UPRIVER TOWARD MTNS-.-FOUND CITADEL IN
RUINS.
'What do you mean you've kind of found it?' Nash asked.
'Well, that's the thing,' Race said. 'The manuscript virtually ends
in mid-sentence when they reach the town of Vilcafor. There's
obviously more to be read, but it
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