Gods of Jade and Shadow - Silvia Moreno-Garcia Page 0,113
snake,” said one head.
“Oh,” Casiopea said. “How is it that you look…different from the snakes I know, and you speak?”
“I speak because we are in Xibalba and because you are not an ordinary woman. I recognize you. You carry the seal of Hun-Kamé in your eyes,” replied the other snake head.
“You know him?”
The snake was offended by the question and proudly raised both of its flat heads.
“He was our lord, and then he was betrayed. Vucub-Kamé has brought imbalance to Xibalba, and only the return of Hun-Kamé may restore the scales of duality. If you are here, bearing his invisible standard, then the lord must be nearby.”
“I’m on a quest.”
“As must be,” the snake said, looking prim. Snakes, after all, have a great sense of decorum and order.
Casiopea glanced again at the bat that blocked her path. Hun-Kamé had told her to stay on the road, so she did not dare leave the path. Besides, even if she tried to put some distance between herself and the road, the bat might hear her.
“You wouldn’t have any ideas about how to get past it, would you?” she asked the snake. “I need to reach the World Tree.”
The snake thought for a minute. “My sisters and I could distract it. But you’d have to be fast.”
“You’d help me?” Casiopea said. “That’s very generous of you.”
“Yes, for we are both daughters of the earth,” the snake said loftily. “Besides, I like the silver bracelet you wear on your arm. You could give it to us, to seal the bargain. One must give, after all, in quests like this.”
Casiopea touched her wrist, looking at the silver circle she wore. Hun-Kamé’s gift, the only piece of jewelry she’d ever owned, and the one item she’d expected to keep, a reminder of her journey. And of him. She bit her lip.
“Here, then,” Casiopea said, shaking her head and setting the bracelet on the ground next to the snake.
The snake looked happy. It blinked, rubbing both of its heads against Casiopea’s hand, like a cat. Then it called to its sisters. There were three of them, jade green, also possessing two heads each, and when they saw the silver bracelet they were pleased, since all snakes appreciate jewels, precious metals, and mirrors. Their vanity causes them to spend many minutes chasing their reflection in their surfaces, but one must not think poorly of snakes for this reason, since they are kind, thoughtful creatures.
Once they had looked at the bracelet, the snakes turned their attention to Casiopea, whispering among themselves.
“We will scatter in different directions,” the snake told her, “and when the road is clear, run away. But be quick about it.”
“I have no desire to remain here,” Casiopea said. “Thank you.”
She stood up and readied herself. The snakes slithered away, following the road. At first the bat paid them no heed. It slept on, its arms resting across its chest, its eyes closed. But as the snakes shifted sand and dirt, making the tufts of grass bordering the road shiver, the bat stirred. It raised its head and spread its wings with one thunderous movement that resembled the sound of a whip, and it pushed itself into the air, flapping it wings and attempting to find the source of the noise.
It seemed to be even bigger in flight, and for a few startled heartbeats Casiopea did not move. Then, regaining her wits, she dashed forward.
She ran, attempting to find the shadow gaps in the road, but there were none. The Black Road did not cease, no matter how hard she looked.
The bat, which was chasing a snake, turned its massive head and changed its mind, deciding to follow instead this new sound. It flapped its wings, gaining speed, and Casiopea attempted to run faster. She’d had plenty of chances to go down and up stairs, run to and fro around her house, and she was a nimble girl, but the bat fast approached her.
Casiopea began to run in a zigzag, hoping this might throw the creature off. She’d seen moths do this in the late hours of the day, to trick bats and avoid becoming their dinner, but although it bought her a few moments, Kamazotz loomed closer. She spotted two columns that had collapsed at an angle, tangling together, leaving a space beneath them. Casiopea threw herself to the ground and rolled under the columns.
The bat dove down, attempting to snatch her head like it had snatched the heads of heroes in ages past,