Rick was extremely pleased to hear the news of the discovery of the tomb, but I withheld the importance of the find to him and the Mexican Government. I wanted to learn more of the secrets enclosed in the crypt of the pyramid.
The discovery of Lord Pascal’s tomb accelerated the work we had asked for, so we could enjoy a more comfortable existence in the City of the Sun. The road construction was well under way connecting us to the Fisherman Island and two jeeps and one four-wheel drive truck, with a proper crane, for the heavy work been donated to us by other sponsors.
We also had a generator capable to provide plenty of power for all our work and the air conditioning connected to the large working shed, the dormitory and two prefabricated cabins used by the occasional special guests. Even the hygienic facilities of the camp had been improved.
At the pyramid, we had built a system of ventilation to generate fresh air into the chambers below, where Maria and I spent many hours of delicate cleaning the magnificent wall murals in the funeral chamber to bring them back to their original splendor.
The frescos were painted with the primitive pigmented colors, representing the daily life of Lord Pascal, in hunting scenes, the visits of dignitaries offering precious gifts, and other domestic representation of the ruler. All of them vividly illustrated how life was in the past. In the other chambers, we found many treasures belonging to Lord Pascal, necessary things for his travel into a new life after death.
Among the relicts was a valuable set of marble tiles, well polished and inscribed in the Mayan writing. It appeared to be a code of their ethics, which Maria was slowly translating. There was also a jade death mask of Lord Pascal, and several statuettes representing Mayan divinities with their faces adorned with masks of eagles and serpents.
Of great interest was a set of stone tablets detailing the two different calendars used by the Mayans, the usual one of three hundred and sixty-five days and the religious one of only two hundred and sixty days.
To me, the most interesting and valuable piece of our discoveries, was Lord Pascal’s sarcophagus lid. It really was a puzzle, giving many possible interpretations depending of the ways we look at. It most likely represented their mythological credos.
I needed to be more familiar with all the legends and the mythology of the Mayan people before I could reach some answers. I will have to ask someone’s help, to solve the riddles engraved in the various combinations of figures appearing on the lid.
I enlarged the photos of the lid and with different highlighters I colored the possible combinations and grouped the figures in it, trying to read the mythological meanings. The real message written for posterity by the clever Mayan people in the past, continued to be hidden from me.
I talk to Maria, about the dilemma.
She said, “Only someone who knows all the prophecies and myths of the past can read the mind of the artist who conceived this masterpiece. I’m sure this man is very close to us. He is not living oversea buried under tons of written paper. He is alive and close to us. He told us once, that he is the guardian of the City of the Sun and his legends. Have you forgotten about him?”
“Of course, Maria, he is our Old Priest with supernatural powers. As usual I owe you for your ability to come up with the right answers to my problems.”
“I know he is the right person to approach, he had become a friend to us. I will prepare some gifts for him and some offering to his Gods. When do you want to go and see him?”
“I will get some notes ready and make a new set of prints of the sarcophagus lid for the Old Priest to examine. Anytime after tomorrow will be fine. We will stay a few days at the Fisherman Island, and in my spare time, while the Old Priest appeases his Gods, I will relax fishing. I would then like to take him back with us, for him to see the lid and give us his final thought.”
We had to postpone our going to Fisherman Islands, because when we returned to camp an E-mail from Rick Sullivan was waiting for me,
“Finally, I can break away from my commitments for a full week. I know something important has happened in the City of the Sun, but as usual, you are saying so little. I’ll fly over next Wednesday. With me will be another important guest. Hope you will have some special gift ready for the new Texana museum which we are opening soon in Dallas. Your partner. Rick.”
After a lot of red tape, the Texana oil, had received approval from the Mexican Government to set up a public gallery of Mayan art in Dallas. The pieces exposed in the gallery would come as a goodwill gift from the Mexican Government, to thank Texana for the enormous capital injected into the exploration and excavation of the City of the Sun.
Both Rick Sullivan for Texana and the Mexican Government thought they had the best part of the deal. Rick, in receiving such invaluable works of art, to make possible a permanent exposition of Mayan art at the new Texana art gallery, and the Mexican Government to have such enormous heritage treasures, an entire new Mayan city, at nearly no cost.