“Come on, Maya, don’t be that way. I could use a little help with this one.”
Maya remained silent as Dastan stood waiting for instructions. “Okay, Maya…I get it. I was wrong. I need your help.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, what was that?” Maya smugly replied.
Dastan sighed. “Please, Maya. I need your help. I’m sorry.”
“Sometimes that’s all a woman needs to hear, Dastan. Don’t ever yell at me like that again. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I’m sorry.”
“Good. Do you see those crests above each depression in the wall?”
“Yes, I do.”
“There is a system of rails beneath the statues that leads to the impressions in the wall. The rail system is similar to the one we saw in Mar twenty years ago but much more primitive. The statues slide along the rails and lock into place in the wall,” Maya explained.
“Oh,
