Grey clouds stream in from the blue ocean water. The tropical humidity parts to bring cold breezes to the base of Coba. A hundred and seventy feet above the jungle floors three figures watch the skies.
Dressed in skins, hair covered by trailing headrest with blue and green parrot feathers, Alom looks very disturbed by the scene unfolding. He looks to Balam, his king, dressed in gold covered cloth. His face tells the king no. The king stays motionless.
Ixtab paces in circles around the narrow parameter of the steep pyramid. Her gait widespread. Her body relaxes as the herbal sedatives do the magic. She is ignored by the men. She is oblivious to the sky.
Alom walks to face the king. He bows.
“My king. The sacrifice is tainted. The gods are not accepting her. Your Sky Father comes down but his fire does not reach the Earth. I can replace her. Not today. Three days until next window.” Alom nods and returns to the front of pyramid.
“Do I fly today?” A gentle voice carries into the wind. Ixtab stops her strides.
“No. You return to me! The Sky Father rejects you!” Alom smiles inside. This is not the sacrifice he wanted to give up.
The trio walk to the edge of a series of foot high stones plunging below. They nod to the crowd waiting to see their God satisfied. With a couple waves of a red feathered fan, the news is delivered. No Sacrifice today.