that anything is amiss, but look, look!”
Pointing excitedly to a hieroglyph, he continued, “This appears to be part of the regular description, right? But it is not! It is a number, but it is a head glyph number. Mayans used dots, dashes and shells to represent numbers, but they also used glyphs that looked like the glyphs for certain deities. This number here uses a head glyph that looks like the one for the Mayan sun-god!”
Chauncy had the impression he was expected to comprehend and be excited. Failing on both counts, he admitted sheepishly, “I don’t get it.”
Dr. Sova read the glyphs slowly. “Allow me to simplify it. I translated the major Mayan words on the temple steps. The names of three major gods of the Mayans were clearly visible as follows: K” inich Aha, Quetzalcoatl, Xibalba.”
“Keep talking,” Chauncy prodded.
Dr. Sova continued. “K” inich Aha is the sun-god, Quetzalcoatl is the Winged Serpent. However Xibalba can have various meanings. It can mean the god of the underground or a cave.”
“Which one is it?” Chauncy asked.
“I am not sure yet. Once I translate the words in between the names of the deities I should have the complete translation. But the biggest clue is the word ‘treasure’. It is clearly found at the end of the riddle. In other words, the riddle is leading to his immense treasure!”
“Okay, but where do I come in, why are you telling me these things?” Chauncy inquired with a mesmerized expression.
“I need your assistance.” Looking Chauncy straight in the eye, Dr. Sova continued, “I want you to help me translate this Mayan code. That is the sole reason I had you come here to my hacienda. I want you to assist me. If you can aid me in deciphering this riddle we will have cracked one of the greatest of the Mayan mysteries. Imagine that, we will be the heroes of the archaeological world!”
Chauncy swallowed hard. “But Doc, I know almost nothing of Mayan hieroglyphs. I’m a paleontologist. Don’t get me wrong, I love the idea of helping you, but it would take years of dedication and study to be able to catch up with you. I would only slow you down. Why not use one of those professionals in Palenque? What’s wrong with them?”
“Idiots! All of them!” Dr. Sova bellowed as he waved his hand in a disdainful manner. “They are trying to fit square pegs in round holes.”
Embarrassed for his colleagues, Chauncy asked, “What do you mean?”
“Surely you have heard all the arguments that we have had? The main problem is that they have come from the university with preconceived ideas, Chauncy. They cannot see beyond what their books have taught them, they will not use their God-given brains. Believe me, I have argued with them to no end. They say I am not translating the writings properly. They claim the entire descriptions of King Chac are merely poetic and that few of the details should be taken seriously. Bah, imbeciles! No, I tell you, King Chac’s remains are in that pyramid, and there is a fantastic treasure out there, and I will prove it. You see, the majority of archaeologists out there working in the jungles are not translating the Mayan hieroglyphs properly, only I am.”
“What makes you think that you are the only one doing it right?” Chauncy asked pointedly.
Dr. Sova tapped his temple with the hand that held his cigar. “I told you already, I am a master linguist - that is why. I learned the Mayan dialect and lived with some Mayan people in their village for a while. Their priests and shamans have handed down a fantastic oral tradition that somewhat contradicts what the archaeologists are translating and teaching in the universities. By using my powers of deduction and comparing both schools of thought, I have come to understand the complex Mayan dialect and their meanings in a way that no university-taught linguist can understand.”
“How did you manage to gain entry into their village and become their friend? That’s next