cussler.blueandgold-第34章
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ound and stumbled onto a footpath。 The trail was overgrown and looked as if it hadn't seen any recent use。 Still； they proceeded cautiously； ready to dive into the bushes if they encountered anyone。
They trekked along the path for about a mile until they came to a place where mists from the lake rolled into the forest like vapor from a fog machine。 The leafy growth was as wet as if it had been pelted by a rain shower； and the roar of the falls was like the beating of a thousand kettledrums。 They were aware that the same noise that muffled their movement could drown out the approach of a marching army。 'The air became chilly and so damp that they put their hands over their noses so they wouldn't gag。 The visibility was only a few feet； and they kept their heads low so their eyes could pick out the path。
Then； suddenly； they were out of the forest。 If they were expecting to burst out on a beautiful valley like wayfarers in Shangri…la； they were disappointed。 The forest was no different on the other side of the mists。 The path no longer led along the lake but instead veered off along a tributary that the canoes must have followed。
After a few minutes Gamay stopped and shook her head。 〃Notice anything strange about this little river？〃
Paul walked over to the edge of the banking。 〃Yes； it's much too straight to be natural。 It looks as if someone has taken an existing stream and marsh and cleared them out with shovel and pick。〃
〃My thoughts exactly。〃 Gamay started walking again。 〃As I said； the Chulo are most fascinating。〃
They plodded ahead for several hours。 They had fashioned hats from palm leaves and stopped frequently to quench their thirst from the river。 At one point they waited out a shower。 They became more tense and watchful as the path widened； and they began to see the imprints of a bare foot in the soft； dark earth。
After a short discussion； they decided to follow the river for a while longer； then hide in the forest until dark。 They were dog tired and needed to replenish their energy。 As they plodded along they encountered a path ing in from the forest to their right。 It was made of thousands of flat stones and reminded Gamay of the Maya or Inca roads。 It was as good as anything she had seen on the Appian Way。 Their curiosity got the best of them； and they followed the paved path for five more minutes。 They were drawn on even farther by a gleam through the trees。
The walkway widened into a perfectly circular clearing about fifty feet in diameter and also surfaced entirely with stones。 In the center of the clearing was a large object。
〃I'll be damned；〃 they said in unison。
The jet plane was in two sections。 The front was intact； but the passenger cabin was virtually gone。 The tail section was in fair shape and had been moved directly behind the cockpit； giving the aircraft a short； stubby look。 The paint was old and faded and not overgrown by vines or lichen as might be expected。
They peered through the cracked cockpit windows； expecting to see skeletons。 The seats were empty。 Directly in front of the cockpit was a shallow pit holding the blackened ashes of fires and charred bones of small animals。 Carved totems as tall and thick as a man ringed the stone circle。 The figures adorning each post were different。 Carved in dark wood at the top of each pole was a winged woman with her hands cupped in front of her。 It was the same figure carved onto the medallion they had found on the dead Indian。
〃It looks like some sort of shrine；〃 Gamay whispered。 She went over to the ash pit。 〃This must be where they burned sacrifices。 Mostly bones from small animals。〃
〃That's certainly reassuring；〃 Paul said。 He looked up at the sun； then checked his watch。 〃They've got the plane positioned so that it acts like a sundial。 It reminds me of the layout at Stonehenge； with the concentric rings that acted as a celestial calendar。〃
Gamay put her hand on the plane's nose。 〃Does this blue and…white color scheme seem familiar to you？〃
〃What do you know？ The Chulo national colors。〃
Gamay's eyes widened as she looked past Paul； who had his back to the forest。
〃That's not the only thing around here that's blue and white。〃
Paul turned and saw about twenty Chulo Indians emerge from the trees； their faces and bodies painted the colors of sky and bone。 He cursed himself for allowing the plane's discovery to push caution aside。 As silently as the ghosts they were reputed to be； the Indians surrounded them。 There was no way to run。 Paul and Gamay were pletely boxed in。
The Indians advanced with their spears held high； but then they did a peculiar thing。 They opened the circle。 One Indian indicated with his spear that they were to go through the opening。 The Trouts glanced at each other for mutual reassurance； then； with the silent Indians flanking them like a military honor guard； they marched from the shrine and followed the path along the river。
The path widened into a road that took them to a stockade palisade。 They made their way toward a gate wide enough to drive a truck through。 From a distance they had seen on either side of the gate tall wooden staffs that had knobs on the top like flagpoles。 As they neared the entrance Gamay squeezed her husband's hand even tighter。
〃Paul； look；〃 she said。
He followed her gaze。 〃Oh； hell。〃
The knobs were in fact human heads。 Their faces had been baked brown like apples in the sun； and the birds and insects had been making inroads； but it was still possible to pick out Dieter's features。 He wasn't smiling。 Neither was Arnaud or his taciturn assistant； Carlo。 The fourth head belonged to their Indian henchman。 Trout recognized him by the New York Yankees baseball cap。
Then they were through the gates； past the grisly decorations。 Behind the fence were several dozen long thatched huts clustered along the river。 No women or children were visible。 Their guards had lowered their spears and unstrung their arrows and were using the presence of their bodies to keep the Trouts from trying anything foolish。
Paul said； 〃Look at that water wheel。 We have them like that in New England。〃
Water had been diverted from the river and was flowing through wooden chutes to turn a wheel。 They didn't get the chance for a closer look。 Their guards directed them toward a structure at the center of the settlement。 It was four times bigger than any of the surrounding huts； and the walls were made of putty…colored clay rather than saplings。 They stopped in front of a portal that looked like a large； gaping mouth。 Hung over the entrance was the bladed fan from a jet engine。 The Indians closed ranks behind them； put their weapons aside； and kneeled with their noses touching the earth。
〃Now what？〃 Gamay said with astonishment at the sudden submissiveness of the fierce Indians。
〃I wouldn't advise running for it。 We wouldn't get ten feet before they nailed us。 My guess is they want us to go in。 After you； madame。〃
〃We'll go in together。〃
They walked hand…in…hand through the doorway into the dim interior。 They passed through two smaller rooms； then into a large space。 At the far end of the hut； visible in a shaft of light ing through a hole cut in the roof； was a seated figure。 The figure raised its arm and beckoned for them to approach。 They moved ahead slowly。 The floor was made of wood； not dirt like the huts they had been in before。
The figure sat on a throne made of what looked like an airplane seat。 With the exception of two tanned and shapely legs； most of the body was hidden behind a blue…and…white oval mask that could have e out of a nightmare。 It was painted with huge eyes and a wide mouth with sharp…pointed shark's teeth。
The Trouts stood nervously in front of the bizarre figure； not knowing what to do。 Then two hands came from behind the mask and lifted it off。
〃Whew； this thing is hot；〃 the beautiful woman behind the ugly mask said in English。 She set the mask aside； cocked her head at Paul； then at Gamay。
〃The Drs。 Trout； I presume？〃
Gamay was the first to speak through their astonishment。 〃How do you k
