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"Yes," I cried out. "It's not one soul, it's many. They don't want us near these pyramids. "
"It's not the pyramids," she insisted, chopping at the vines and pushing through the undergrowth. "It's the cave, they know we are going to the cave. "
I did my best to keep up with her, and to aid her, but she was definitely the one clearing our path.
We had gone some yards when it seemed the jungle grew impossibly thick and that the light was suddenly altered, and I realized we had come to the blackened doorway of an immense edifice, which spread its sloping walls to our right and our left. It was a temple, surely, and I could see the impressive carvings on either side of the entrance, and also above as the wall rose to a great apron of stone with intricate carv ings visible in the scarce high rays of the desperate sun.
"Lord, Merrick, wait," I called out. "Let me photograph this. " I struggled to reach my small camera, but I would have to remove my backpack and my arms were simply too tired.
The airy turbulence grew extremely intense. I felt something simi lar to the light tap of fingers against my eyelids and my cheeks. It was altogether different from the constant barrage of the insect world. I felt something touch the back of my hands, and it seemed that I almost lost my grip on the machete, but I quickly recovered.
As for Merrick, she stood staring into the darkness of the hallway or passage in front of her.
"My God," she whispered. "They're much stronger than they were before. They don't want us to go inside. "
"And why would we do that?" I asked quickly. "We're searching for a cave. "
"They know that's what we're doing," she said. "The cave is on the other side of the temple. The simplest way is straight through. "
"God in Heaven," I said. "This is the way you went before?"
"Yes," she answered. "The villagers wouldn't go with us. Some never made it as far. We went on, through there. "
"And what if the ceiling of this passage collapses on us?" I asked.
"I'm going through it," she answered. "The temple's built of solid limestone. Nothing's changed, and nothing will. "
She removed her small flashlight from her belt and sent the beam into the opening. I could see the stone floor in spite of the few pallid plants which had struggled to cover it. I could make out lavish paint ings on the walls!
Her flashlight hit great rich figures of dark skin and golden clothes proceeding against a backdrop of vivid blue. Above, as the walls rose to a vaulted ceiling, I saw another procession against the deep shade of Roman red.
The entire chamber seemed some fifty feet in length and her feeble light struck a bit of greenery at the other end.
Again, there came those spirits, swarming around me, silent yet nevertheless intensely active, trying once more to strike my eyelids and my cheeks.
I saw Merrick flinch. "Get away from me!" she whispered. "You have no power over me!"
There was an immense response
. The jungle around us appeared to tremble, as if an errant breeze had worked its way down to us, and a shower of leaves fell at our feet. Once again I heard the unearthly roar of the howler monkeys high in the trees. It seemed to give voice to the spirits.
"Come on, David," Merrick said; but as she meant to go forward something invisible appeared to stop her, because she stepped back off-balance and raised her left hand as if to shield herself. Another volley of leaves descended upon us.
"Not good enough!" she said aloud and plunged into the vaulted chamber, her light growing brighter and fuller so that we found ourselves surrounded by some of the most vivid murals which I've ever seen.
Everywhere around us there rose splendid processional figures, tall and thin, complete with ornate kilts, earrings, and lavish headdresses. I could not mark the style as Maya or Egyptian. It was like nothing I'd ever studied or seen. Matthew's old photographs had failed to capture one tenth of the vibrancy or detail. A lovely detailed black and white border ran along the floor on either sides.
On and on we went, our every footfall echoing off the walls as we proceeded, but the air had grown intolerably hot. Dust rose in my nostrils. I felt the touch of fingers all over me. Indeed there came the grip of hands on my upper arm, and a muffled blow against my face.
I reached out for Merrick's shoulder, both to hurry her and to stay with her.
We were in the very middle of the passage when she came to a standstill and flinched as if receiving a shock.
"Get away from me, you won't stop me!" she whispered. And then in a long stream of French she called on Honey in the Sunshine to make the way.
We hurried on. I wasn't at all sure that Honey would do anything of the sort. It seemed far more likely that Honey would bring the temple down on our heads.
At last we came out in the jungle once more, and I coughed to clear my throat. I looked back at the edifice. Less was visible on this side than on the front. I felt the spirits all around us. I felt threats without language. I felt myself pushed and shoved by weak creatures desperate to stop my advance.
