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“Sam said it before: an exodus,” Remi replied.
“How do we know they didn’t go around Africa’s southern tip?” asked Wendy.
“Two reasons,” Remi said. “First, you’ll notice that area doesn’t appear on their map; second, they may have tried it, but I can’t imagine anybody getting around the Cape of Good Hope in outriggers.”
“Those are some of the most unforgiving waters on earth,” Sam agreed. “Here’s the million-dollar question: On your map, where exactly does the big question mark fall?”
“You’ve got me. Indonesia’s a big place. For Blaylock, it was probably where he thought he’d find his treasure. For the Aztecs, it was Chicomoztoc. When King Cuauhtemotzin dictated the codex to Orizaga, he was trying to show where his forefathers came from, but after centuries of having the story handed down through one generation of royalty to the next Cuauhtemotzin himself couldn’t be more specific.”
Pete said, “What I want to know is why they left in the first place.”
THAT QUESTION was at least partially answered two hours later when Remi’s old professor, Stan Dydell, called Selma and requested a video conference. The group gathered around the TV in the workroom. Dydell’s smiling face appeared on the screen. In appearance, he was the exact opposite of George Milhaupt: tall, thin, with a full head of salt-and-pepper hair.
“Good morning, Remi, nice to see you again.”
“And you, Professor.”
“And that man beside you would be Sam.”
“Nice to meet you, Professor.” Sam introduced Pete and Wendy. Dydell nodded in greeting. “My secretary is helping me with all this. You don’t mind, do you? I think technology has outpaced me a bit.”
“Not at all,” said Remi.
“I imagine you’re anxious to talk about your find, so I’ll get right to it. First, let’s talk about the photos you sent. The vessel itself isn’t unique: canoe shaped, two outriggers, and a single mast. The size is impressive, however. Next: I’m probably not telling you anything you haven’t already worked out for yourself, but the carving on the bowsprit looks remarkably like Quetzalcoatl, the Great Plumed Serpent God of the Aztecs.”
“Our guess as well.”
“We’ve talked about Quetzalcoatl,” Sam said, “but what’s the significance?”
“As in most Aztec myth systems, Quetzalcoatl plays an array of roles that depend on the period and the circumstances. In some cases, Quetzalcoatl was related to the wind, the planet Venus, arts, and knowledge. He was also the patron god of the Aztec priesthood. He was also believed to be responsible for the separation of the earth and sky, and an essential player in the creation of mankind.”
“That’s a lot of hats to wear,” Sam remarked. “And what about the other carving, the one on the stern . . .”
“Clearly it’s a bird of some kind, but I don’t recognize it. As for this parchment you have . . . It’s a copy of the Orizaga Codex, but I’m guessing you already knew that, too.”
“Yes,” said Remi.
“Do you also know you may have the only known copy in existence?”
“No, we didn’t.”
“In fact, until now it was believed there were no copies. Just the original. Here’s the short story: Javier Orizaga, Society of Jesus, was said to have arrived in Mexico as part of Cortés’s landing force. He carried with him a whole bevy of monks and such—presumably to help convert the savages.
“A few months after Orizaga penned his codex, he was ordered home by the powers-that-be. When he got back to Spain, his codex was confiscated by the Church. Orizaga was jailed and interrogated for two years, then released, having been denounced by the Church
and the state. He left Spain and traveled to what is present-day Indonesia, where he remained until his death in 1556.”
“Indonesia again,” Sam murmured. Professor, do we know where exactly in Indonesia?”
“I’m not sure. I can check for you. This codex you have, Remi . . . Where did you find it?”
“In Africa.”
“Interesting. If it’s genuine, it’s an incredible find. Have you had it physically examined?”
“Not yet.”
“You’ll have to do that eventually. For now, let’s assume it’s genuine. There are a number of things about it that are not just remarkable but potentially groundbreaking.”
“How do we know they didn’t go around Africa’s southern tip?” asked Wendy.
“Two reasons,” Remi said. “First, you’ll notice that area doesn’t appear on their map; second, they may have tried it, but I can’t imagine anybody getting around the Cape of Good Hope in outriggers.”
“Those are some of the most unforgiving waters on earth,” Sam agreed. “Here’s the million-dollar question: On your map, where exactly does the big question mark fall?”
“You’ve got me. Indonesia’s a big place. For Blaylock, it was probably where he thought he’d find his treasure. For the Aztecs, it was Chicomoztoc. When King Cuauhtemotzin dictated the codex to Orizaga, he was trying to show where his forefathers came from, but after centuries of having the story handed down through one generation of royalty to the next Cuauhtemotzin himself couldn’t be more specific.”
Pete said, “What I want to know is why they left in the first place.”
THAT QUESTION was at least partially answered two hours later when Remi’s old professor, Stan Dydell, called Selma and requested a video conference. The group gathered around the TV in the workroom. Dydell’s smiling face appeared on the screen. In appearance, he was the exact opposite of George Milhaupt: tall, thin, with a full head of salt-and-pepper hair.
“Good morning, Remi, nice to see you again.”
“And you, Professor.”
“And that man beside you would be Sam.”
“Nice to meet you, Professor.” Sam introduced Pete and Wendy. Dydell nodded in greeting. “My secretary is helping me with all this. You don’t mind, do you? I think technology has outpaced me a bit.”
“Not at all,” said Remi.
“I imagine you’re anxious to talk about your find, so I’ll get right to it. First, let’s talk about the photos you sent. The vessel itself isn’t unique: canoe shaped, two outriggers, and a single mast. The size is impressive, however. Next: I’m probably not telling you anything you haven’t already worked out for yourself, but the carving on the bowsprit looks remarkably like Quetzalcoatl, the Great Plumed Serpent God of the Aztecs.”
“Our guess as well.”
“We’ve talked about Quetzalcoatl,” Sam said, “but what’s the significance?”
“As in most Aztec myth systems, Quetzalcoatl plays an array of roles that depend on the period and the circumstances. In some cases, Quetzalcoatl was related to the wind, the planet Venus, arts, and knowledge. He was also the patron god of the Aztec priesthood. He was also believed to be responsible for the separation of the earth and sky, and an essential player in the creation of mankind.”
“That’s a lot of hats to wear,” Sam remarked. “And what about the other carving, the one on the stern . . .”
“Clearly it’s a bird of some kind, but I don’t recognize it. As for this parchment you have . . . It’s a copy of the Orizaga Codex, but I’m guessing you already knew that, too.”
“Yes,” said Remi.
“Do you also know you may have the only known copy in existence?”
“No, we didn’t.”
“In fact, until now it was believed there were no copies. Just the original. Here’s the short story: Javier Orizaga, Society of Jesus, was said to have arrived in Mexico as part of Cortés’s landing force. He carried with him a whole bevy of monks and such—presumably to help convert the savages.
“A few months after Orizaga penned his codex, he was ordered home by the powers-that-be. When he got back to Spain, his codex was confiscated by the Church. Orizaga was jailed and interrogated for two years, then released, having been denounced by the Church
and the state. He left Spain and traveled to what is present-day Indonesia, where he remained until his death in 1556.”
“Indonesia again,” Sam murmured. Professor, do we know where exactly in Indonesia?”
“I’m not sure. I can check for you. This codex you have, Remi . . . Where did you find it?”
“In Africa.”
“Interesting. If it’s genuine, it’s an incredible find. Have you had it physically examined?”
“Not yet.”
“You’ll have to do that eventually. For now, let’s assume it’s genuine. There are a number of things about it that are not just remarkable but potentially groundbreaking.”
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