The Mythical City

Chapter 1.1

Xquic looked anxiously to both sides, noting that the men were still surrounding her. She had just waded the river, pushed by her captors, stumbling over and over again with the bottom stones, falling and swallowing water, hurting her feet and ankles, her arms tied to the warrior who was driving her as if she were a beast of burden. But the object of her concerns was her Lady, Princess Xchil, daughter of Yum Tu Kin, king of her tribe and of the city of Dzibilchaltun. Both women had traveled to the remote city of Mayapán, near the coast of the sea, so that Xchil met her future husband, son of the local king. They were accompanied by an escort of twenty warriors, led by a cousin of Xchil and selected from among the bravest of Dzibilchaltun. On the road they had been ambushed by a larger contingent of fierce Uxmal fighters, growing power among the Mayan cities of the peninsula of Yucatan and main competitor of Mayapán. In the fight without quarter that followed, Yum Tu Kin warriors were exterminated, but not before killing dozens of Uxmal soldiers. Finally, Xchil and Xquic had been captured, tied and they were being led to the city of the aggressors. The head of the contingent realized immediately that their captives were handmaidens of high rank, and reasoned that the kinglet of Uxmal would reward handsomely his capture. For this reason, he had prevented his men from r****g or even touching the prisoners, since carrying them intact would increase their value. Both were young and beautiful women, one of them was richly dressed and she surely was royal family, and the other was dressed as a high Priestess, and likely were virgins, which would enhance the interest of their bosses.

After a quick withdrawal to prevent patrols of Dzibilchaltun men, the Uxmal chieftain had consented to a short break, in which the two girls could approach each other. Xquic noticed that the Princess was absent, and soon fell into account that she was entering one of her deep trances. Xchil mother and grandmother were very prominent mediums in Dzibilchaltun, and their offspring had inherited their powers. In times of great stress, the girl disconnected from reality and had visions. Xquic repressed cravings and waited for her owner to return to her normal consciousness.

After a while, Xchil relaxed the muscles

“The release is close” she whispered.

“How you can say that, in the terrible situation in which we find ourselves?” moaned distraught Xquic.

“I ask that you trust me. I've had a very strong vision” replied the Princess.

Xquic hesitated, unwilling to accommodate vain hopes, but the truth was that when Xchil had firm premonitions in the past, they had been confirmed in some way, however their blurriness.

At that time the head of the warriors gave orders to continue the march. Although different dialects of the Quiché language spoken in different cities had marked differences to each other, the dialects of Uxmal and Dzibilchaltun were mutually comprehensible and the girls were prepared to continue the journey, although now their despair was tinged with a little light.

They came to the clearing in the forest almost at the same time. Bjorn had a moment of anticipation, produced by the noises of the caravan of warriors and their captives. By the haste of staying away from the road between Dzibilchaltun Mayapán, the Uxmal warriors had not featured explorers preceding the troop.

The Viking had time to draw his sword and put on guard, while the native warriors emerged unnoticed from the jungle. The head of the procession gave order to attack when he saw a man alone, but his order got lost in the confusion among the ranks. Bjorn understood the meaning of the message and unhesitatingly rushed to the warriors party even before he knew how many there were. His sword opened b****y furrows between the Indians, who rolled before knowing what was happening. Some of them tried to cope with the whirlwind, but their torsos were split and their heads blown up in an orgy of blood. The trees surrounding the path formed a compact mass so that the warriors faced Bjorn in pairs, and the rest could not surround him using the advantage of the number that ultimately would had allowed them to kill him. Finally, the survivors tried to regroup but the strike force allowed no recoil, warriors hindered each other in their escape attempt, and fell under the superior strength of the Norwegian and the iron weapon against which their spears and swords were ineffective. The brave Uxmal chieftain tried to cross the lone enemy with his spear, but a blow of the sword deflected the blow and a second severed his head.

 Bjorn completed his work on the last survivors and soon realized that only he was standing in the middle of dead bodies. Several men moaned and writhed on the ground, and the winner put an end to their suffering following the harsh fighting law in those times. He counted fourteen bodies including that of the head of the contingent. It was a victory against fierce and brave men and in other circumstances would have filled him with pride, but had cost him dear with the reopening of numerous injuries, and pains became unbearable, forcing him to biting his fists. At that time and despite the suffering he differentiated between some bushes some huddled bodies. He lifted up its armed wing to resume its task, but before the coup he became aware that they were women. He left the weapon on the ground, and lifted by the arm a young woman of a strange beauty, shaking and staring. The second woman, also young, stood up by herself and looked defiant at him. He could see her feminine curves under the tunic which she used, and only at that time fell into account that in combat he had been completely n***d. He could not hide his embarrassment at being exhibited with a strong erection of his member; adrenaline, which had declined after the battle, rose again for various reasons. Looking at the face of the second woman he saw a strange glint in her eyes, which he interpreted not as a product of terror, but of a certain wild excitement, no doubt product of the b****y fight scene. The c*****e had not produced her horror but an overwhelming burning from another source. The woman pushed him to the ground, making him lie in a pile of bloodied bodies of their enemies, and Bjorn thought she would then lay over to have s*x with him. What happened instead left him perplexed. The woman approached the other girl, which until then had remained oblivious to what has happened with an absent air, took her by the hand, and led her to the man lying down. He quickly grasped her purpose. He sat on the ground, introduced his hands under her tunic, and laid it up exposing her genitals. Despite the high level of excitement of the warrior, the s*x was slow and exquisite, spasms calmed suddenly by contact with the skin of the girl. Bjorn could not less than be amazed by the sudden change of emotional state which contact with the young woman had caused him.

Xchil, in an ecstasy subsequent to her trance, enjoyed the s****l act in silence, and remained quiescent once he had finished. Despite the special consciousness state her organism processed what had happened. She had the immediate certainty that she had become pregnant. Life was reborn after the m******e.

 Yum Tu Kin watched carefully to the foreigner. He had listened attentively to the stories of his daughter Xchil and her custodian Xquic about the prowess in the fight against the hated Uxmal warriors, and the great s*******r carried out by one man. Xquic had insisted on the divine character of the character and Yum analyzed the consequences of having a god in the city. Despite living in a primitive society in many ways, the King was a fine politician who had managed to keep his people independent and united under his command in the middle of the great struggles between the great powers such as Uxmal and Mayapán. Precisely, the journey of Xchil had the purpose of finalize an alliance with the latter to resist the attacks of Uxmal, the city-empire of the time. Fate, however, had woven another plot, and Yum meditated if an alliance with a god was more convenient than that of the king of Mayapán. Anyway the situation had no return, since Xchil was presumably pregnant by the stranger and realistically only the only choice Yum had was to get the best out of what happened. This was not new for him, experience as King of a small town should frequently turn the need into virtue and adapt to circumstances he was not controlling. The image of a grandchild conceived in an act on a pile of dead enemies had a very strong epic value, and came to the king´s mind that presaged an invincible warrior, which would be his grandson. This image would be very suitable to seduce people if the child was a male.

Yum Tu Kin had the habit of consulting on important issues to his oldest wife, Cinteotl, mother of Xchil and the foremost sorceress of the city. He found her sitting near a campfire, tracing drawings in the ground with a knotty stick. He explained the situation and the woman heard in silence: Yum knew the ritual and sat down at the same time to wait. Cinteotl threw into the fire a bunch of herbs that she pulled out of her apron; the vegetables in contact with flames produced an abundant and dark smoke. After these actions the woman closed her eyes and began rocking rhythmically; as she muttered a kind of mantra her staff drew up a few lines on the floor and she accelerated the rhythm of her swing in the bench, which became violent. Finally the sorceress was quiescent, plunged into a deep slumber. Yum Tu Kin observed the ground at the feet of his wife and gave a jump. The design clearly showed a sinuous curve bordered of other identifiable figures representing the Plumed Serpent: the divine symbol of Kukulkan, Creator God of Maya mythology.

Itzmin started the celebrations for the rescue and happy return of Xchil. In his role as high priest of the city he was to make the official interpretation of omens from the gods on the event. The night ceremony would convene all the important personalities of Dzibilchaltún, so it was a relevant action for the priest, who could enhance his own role in the city, always a central target to Itzmin.

He was already aware of Cinteotl verdict with respect to the divine character of the outsider, and realistically he had no other option that making his prediction on the same line, although his first impression after observing the alien´s movements was that it was a brute. Xquic, who was his disciple and assistant to his temple, had narrated the man´s power, shown in combat and hunting in the two weeks that the three had been wandering in the jungle until being found by the men of Yum Tu Kin. During that time, the man had led, protected and fed the two girls. Xquic had also mentioned the insatiable desire and s****l potency of the foreigner. Itzmin was a practical man and his own role included weaving in the inner-city the necessary partnerships that maintained the status quo. He decided that he had to keep Bjorn surrounded by his pupils, the temple Virgins.

 Itzmin initially meditated on whether to supply the alien a couple of concubines among the applicants to priestesses belonging to the best families of Dzibilchaltun, but then thinking about it a while he came to the conclusion that this could lead to conflicts with Xchil and her father, both jealous for dynastic reasons. The priest had another concern besides his own prestige: the lineage of Yum Tu Kin was ancient and honorable, but Itzmin noted a physical exhaustion and a decline among the members of the Royal family that properly attributed to consanguineous marriages. He also had the conviction that this decline would fatally be conveyed to the city. A renewal of the blood was welcome and he thought that the newcomer God seed had to be spread among elites in the city. He returned to observe the Norwegian, interrogating himself about the path to follow. He saw a strange glow in the eyes of Bjorn and followed his gaze. It surprised him to check that it was watching with relish to a group of maidens who were on the opposite side of the campfire. The girls were aware of the attention received, and shone its forms underneath their robes. It was a group of captured virgins in a recent raid at a vassal of an Uxmal village and they were waiting to be awarded to warriors as a reward for their actions. Itzmin wondered if a slave was worthy to become concubines of a god; then reasoned that ten virgins was a Regal present for any being mortal or divine. He returned to alternatively look to Bjorn and girls and the s****l energy that they showed made him smile: an abundant harvest was ensured.