The Sacrifice Game

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The thirty Grandfathers of Heat between July 16, the day Koh traded me out of captivity, and today-13 Motion, that is, January 22, 664 AD, the first day of my combined wedding-and-seating festival-isn’t quite a total dropout. I remember stuff. But I was in such a flaky mental state that either I don’t remember what came before what, or I think I must be remembering the explanation of what had happened to me that someone gave me later instead of the actual occurrence. And trying to sort it out seems like a labor of Penelope.

In fact, having my coiffure done in the once-in-a-lifetime Hero Twins Senegalese-twistesque style-which took them over five hours, mainly because my natural hair was still only two inches long and they insisted on hitch-knotting each strand of the extensions on separately-is almost the first thing I can remember as a definitely time-marked event. I remember thinking how I’d come a long way-how Koh was in charge of Ix, and how pretty soon she’d put me nominally in charge by marrying me-and how much I still had to do. I had to organize a human Sacrifice Game with Lady Koh, and play it until we got to the 4 Ahau date of the last b’aktun. And even if we didn’t come up with anything-well, since I’d buried the Lodestone Cross cache, I’d learned what felt like ten times as much about the Game. Maybe even if I didn’t get my brain back, it would still be enough to make Taro’s version of the game sufficiently powerful, powerful enough to neutralize the 2012 dooomster. So I had to write that all down in a form that, if I didn’t make it back, Jed 1 would still understand. I had to take over 2 Jeweled Skull’s ROC gel operation and make sure we had enough of all the different compounds. I had to get the tomb in order. I had to figure out how to bury myself in a way that would ensure that my tomb would be undisturbed. And those were only the main things. Each of them needed hundreds of other things to get done first, even to have a chance of working. And I was already getting double images and microblackouts and spike headaches and other brain-tumor symptoms. And before I could do anything else, I had to heal my leg and my eye and get at least half-functional. I lay still for days on end in a tiny pinkwashed room that adjoined a different, smaller sweat-bath, kind of a celebrity hospital and detox center, just feeling my wounds itchily stitch themselves together. I’d lie there doing yoga eye-exercises with my one eye, moving my focus as slowly as possible from upper left to lower right, repeating the process hundreds of times, getting comfortable with the most interesting pocks and cracks on the stucco ceiling. I wasn’t exactly depressed in that way where the whole world seems like it’s made out of Homasote, but I was definitely fuged out and totally exhausted, with a flavoring of that resignation you get to when you know you’re really broken beyond repair. Sometimes when I’d fall asleep a tattoo scribe would sneak in, rub anesthetic into, say, my upper arm, and when I’d wake up there’d be a sore patch with another row of twenty head-glyphs and the name of each captive I’d supposedly taken. Of course I hadn’t actually captured anyone, but Lady Koh had dedicated their blood to me because I’d made it all possible. Becoming a capturer was like being a “made” man in the Mafia, where you’re sort of certified by performing a killing.

Koh had thoughtfully traded Hun Xoc out of captivity too. He hung out with me a lot. His arms had healed, although you could see the crescent cross-sections of bone in the center of the cauterized crust at the stumps, and exposed bone is painful, especially in cold weather. He’d had fake arms made of human skin stretched over wicker, with stylized hands like flowers, that fastened onto studs in his stumps. But when he was hanging out with me he’d have them taken off and let one of my male nurses massage him with oil. Of course I kept asking him and everyone about the battle. He said that before we’d even gotten to Ix, Koh had told 1 Gila and her main body of troops to stall for another two days after first being sighted by 2 Jeweled Skull. Koh had made sure that the Ocelots and Harpies would fight each other as long as possible, so that when her own troops came in, the Ixob would be exhausted as well as drugged.

I’d gotten the earthstar compound into the well a bit before midnight, and it wasn’t until the evening of the next day that the first Harpy bloods who’d drunk from the water system started to feel unusually happy. Of course most people attributed the elation to their great victory, and what with the fog of the aftermath of the battle and all the balche drinking and premature feasting and raping and pillaging and whatever that went on after the Ocelots’ military structure fell apart, the drugged water had spread through most of the city and especially most of the Harpy clan before more than a couple non-judgment-impaired people had realized what was going on. Best of all, it had taken out five of 2 Jeweled Skull’s eight commanders along with their troops. It hadn’t gotten 2 Jeweled Skull or 9 Fanged Hummingbird. They probably drank only rainwater. Certainly their food was tasted, stored, cooked, retasted, and then selected at random. Anyway, it had been plenty.

From what the dressers said I gathered that Koh had let 2 Jeweled Skull think she’d retreated northeast, and then kept moving her band of converts around the perimeter of the Harpy Clan’s scouting range. Supposedly she’d even let a couple of her doubles get captured just to throw the Harpies off. And then, when the earthstar drug hit, she’d moved in her big old ragtag horde in the confusion. Supposedly the short siege had been more like a bunch of parades converging on a riot. She’d pushed through to the lake in less than half a day and then used her numbers to block the bridges and cut off the peninsula and the temple district. By late that evening the holdout Harpy bloods had collapsed most of the Ocelot compound around themselves. And by now-I mean by 13 Motion-there wasn’t any real fighting still going on, just a few fires still burning in the north and west where Ocelot-allied clans had torched their granaries.

I still didn’t really know what the hell was going on, though. Had Koh really won? Was she really in charge? Had 2 Jeweled Skull really lost? What had happened to 9 Fanged Hummingbird? How had Koh gotten away to begin with? Hadn’t she been sitting in the middle of all these Ocelot bloods at the hipball game? All of whom had been primed to capture her?

I closed my eye. Don’t even try to understand right now, I thought. The answers to these questions and more…