“You are no prisoner, my
Lord Rocker. Our instructions are to provide for your
welfare and safety in all matters. Forgive us if we seem
intrusive. The fever remains a strong possibility.
Please trust us about this.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t
get it. I’ll take the local medical advice and accept a
nurse for the night. I may give Pajaro a real work out
with the ‘my Lord’ thing and all. I hope he serves a
good a breakfast like you do, Pedra.” Rocker had figured
out the family connections and realized that Cenisa,
Pedra and Pajaro were all cousins. “Tell Cenisa I send
my regards and say good night.”
Pajaro reached out and
hugged Pedra. “Good night, cousin.”
“Good night, Pajaro.
May the gods find you healthy and strong when ywake.
Good, night, my Lord Rocker. Treat Pajaro as your
trusted friend. He will be.” Spear in her hand, she
disappeared back into the dark as suddenly and quietly
as she had appeared.
Rocker and Pajaro
stepped into the hut. Rocker felt the strain of a long
day and exercise. He immediately lay on his mat. He
gestured to the mat La Pedrita had been using and Pajaro
“Thanks, Pajaro. I
enjoyed the swim and the visit. You, your family and
your people impress me very much.”
“We mean to please.”
Pajaro responded. “Now let’s rest so you will be totally
healed in a day or two.”
the torch, placing it in the sand to keep the smoke from
filling the hut. Both men made themselves comfortable
and quickly went to sleep.
The morning dawned on
a new day for Rocker. He opened his eyes to Pajaro
bringing breakfast into the hut. The cooking hearth in
Rocker’s hut was not stoked or fired up. The food,
again, was prepared somewhere else. They enjoyed the
meal. Today it consisted of eggs cooked over easy in a
ranchero style with red hot sauce smothering them.
Pajaro brought beans, potatoes and wheat tortillas
instead of the masa rolls today. Melon and papaya
finished off their meal.
After eating, Pajaro
took Rocker directly to his uncle, the Chief. La Cenisa
had told The Feathered One about Rocker’s need to send a
message so he had sent a runner to summon the two young
men to his quarters. Again, Rocker was surprised at the
Western manner in which the Chief conversed with him.
“Sit down, Space
Rocker. How did you sleep?” the Chief greeted them. He
motioned for Rocker to sit on the sheepskin rug near his
mat on which Little Feather sat cross legged. He also
motioned for Pajaro to sit.
“I slept very well,
Feathered One, Chief of the Chapeck Anneal. Under the
care and ministrations of your family, I am healing most
quickly. I thank both Pajaro and Pedrita for their
excellent care. I also thank your Daughter, La Cenisa,
the Queen of your people, for her gracious audience
yesterday. And I thank you, Feathered One for the
hospitality that you have extended me.”
“It is nothing. My
village is your village. What message must you send and
where? I will have it delivered immediately if you are
able to stay with us a short while. As Cenisa told you,
I wish you to learn of the past and your heritage. In
two more days we will visit a repository of our history,
The Sacred Caves of my people. We will have a
celebration in your honor. Then you and I will enter the
sacred chambers. There is much you must learn there.”
“I will be very
pleased to stay with you. The message will stop my
friends from mounting a large on going search. I filed
no flight plan, so they would not have any idea where to
start, but they will do something.”
“Here are a pen and
paper from your things. Write the message and I will
have it delivered within hours. I have a communications
network and capabilities that would shock you, Rocker,
Space Rocker took a
moment to write out a note.
discovery. Staying with indiginents. All is well. Two to
three weeks and I will return. Dr. James Duncan,
Professor of Archeology. P.S. Travel safely through the
When Rocker handed the
note to the Chief, the Feathered One smiled. It
flattered him that Rocker had quoted him in the brief
note. The salutation was an important one that Rocker
would come to understand thoroughly in the days to come.
It also showed the Chief a like mindedness in the lost
family member that would be crucial to Rocker’s learning
the ways of his newly found people.
The Chief begged his
leave until the evening, and the two young men left the
hut. Again, Rocker did not have the opportunity he
desired to visit at length with the Chief. However,
Pajaro appeared to be integral in the ruling family, so
a day with him would provide an in depth anthropological
look into the structure of the tribe.
To the contrary,
Pajaro would have nothing of serious conversation. He
was intent they wind their way past the bathing pool to
an area Rocker had not seen yet. A small clearing
appeared in the dense jungle growth and Rocker could see
nearly a dozen young native men kicking a ball back and
“Come on, join us! It
is the seventh day. We play football this morning.
Cenisa, Pedrita, and my Uncle are all busy until tonight
so today you are my captive companion.” Pajaro
ran in to the middle of the clearing and slapped hands
with the other tribesmen as he passed them. Again,
Rocker thought this seemed very western and not ancient
at all. It could have been a group of young people
anywhere in the world, of any station in life, just out
for a fun game together.
Rocker walked into the
clearing to join the group, and a swirling wind came
across the field, stirring up the dust and grass to make
a small whirlwind. The distinctive funnel shape of this
Peruvian ‘dust devil’ moved directly towards Rocker. As
it reached him it slowed and whirled directly around
him. Rocker lifted his arms to protect his eyes, and for
a moment, the young tribesmen around him saw something
bigger than life.