The Death Relic

9

Hamilton pushed the chips and salsa aside. Now that he had established a rapport with Maria, he was ready to talk business. ‘Tell me, what do you know about the Maya?’

‘The Maya?’ she repeated, pausing for a moment to gather her thoughts. ‘Local civilization, very advanced for their time. They ruled this region for several hundred years, until the Spanish conquistadores arrived in the sixteenth century. After that, they kind of faded away.’

Hamilton considered her response for several seconds before shaking his head from side to side. He punctuated his thoughts by giving her a thumbs down. ‘If you were my student, I’d give that answer a D-minus at best. About the only thing you got correct was their name.’

Her face flushed with embarrassment. ‘Their name?’

He nodded. ‘Most people call them the Mayans, not the Mayas. It’s an error that drives me crazy. Maya is the name of the people. Mayan is an adjective that describes their things — Mayan art, Mayan language and so on. At least you got their name right.’

Sensing a shift in his tone, Maria lifted her glass and tried to ease the tension with a joke. ‘What did you say before? Here’s to small victories!’

Hamilton forced a smile. ‘Sadly, I was hoping for more from you.’

Her shoulders sagged, as if the wind had escaped her sails. ‘Listen, I think there’s been some sort of misunderstanding. If you’re looking for an expert in Mayan history, I’m definitely not your gal. In all my years, I think I took one course on Mesoamerica, and I only did that because it was a school requirement. My specialty is Christian history, not ancient civilizations.’

A master of reading people, Hamilton studied her posture and realized he had been too tough on her. She had gone from eager to defensive in the blink of an eye. To ensure her involvement, he knew he had to walk a fine line between employer and friend. If he pushed her too hard, she was liable to walk away before she even got started.

With that in mind, he quickly apologized. ‘Please forgive my rudeness. For a brief second, I was back in the lecture hall, trying to motivate students at the beginning of a semester. Obviously I know what your specialty is. It’s the reason I brought you here.’

‘Are you sure? Because—’

‘Trust me, I’m positive. I could’ve called any scholar in the world, and yet I called you. I am fully confident that you are the right person for this project.’

She breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint him. ‘Just so you know, I’m a quick learner. It’s one of my greatest strengths. Tell me what I need to know and I’ll remember it.’

Hamilton nodded. ‘I’ll keep that in mind.’

Unsure where to begin, he removed his Panama hat and ran his fingers through his stark white hair. Despite the mild temperature, it was plastered to his scalp with sweat. For the next few seconds he disappeared into his thoughts as he tried to decide what she needed to know about his project. No matter how bright she was, he couldn’t afford to bog her down with too many details. All that would do was confuse her.

‘Out of curiosity,’ she said, ‘what was wrong with it?’

He blinked a few times. ‘Excuse me?’

‘My answer. What was wrong with it?’

‘Just about everything.’

She stared at him, defiant. Then she used the same words that he had used against her a moment earlier. ‘Sadly, I was hoping for more from you.’

Slowly but surely, the corners of his lips curled upward. What had started as a grimace ended as a grin. Maybe hope wasn’t lost after all. Maybe she was tougher than she looked.

Suddenly recharged, Hamilton placed his hat on his head. ‘All right, my dear, I’m willing to play this game if you’re willing to listen. But don’t expect me to pull any punches. You must understand, when it comes to facts, you must be precise. Otherwise, your answer is wrong.’

‘Sounds fair to me.’

‘Let’s start with your initial statement about the Maya. They were not a local civilization as you claimed. During the course of their history, their territory stretched from the Gulf of Mexico to the north to El Salvador in the south and as far west as Central Mexico. And even though there were some minor sites found in Cancún, this area was never fully developed.’

‘Good to know.’

He continued. ‘And your notion that they were advanced for their time? Talk about a general statement. What exactly does “advanced” refer to?’

She shrugged. ‘Their culture?’

‘Define culture.’

‘Everything that made them who they were — their beliefs, their customs, their technology. All of that encompasses their culture.’

‘In that case, the Mayas weren’t advanced at all — at least not according to Christian standards. As hard as this is to believe, the Maya never had the wheel. Or metal tools. Or draft animals such as horses or donkeys. They did not have a monotheistic approach to religion, choosing instead to believe in many gods and supernatural beings. To appease these deities, humans were sacrificed in public ceremonies that make horror movies look humane.’

Hamilton shook his head at the brutality. ‘Sorry, my dear, the Mayas were not an advanced civilization, unless you broaden your definition to include other aspects of their life.’

‘Such as?’

‘You tell me,’ he said, unwilling to do the work for her. ‘What are the Maya known for?’

She gave it some thought. ‘Their calendar.’

‘Now we’re getting somewhere. Although they didn’t create the Mesoamerican calendar that was used in this region, the Maya refined it in such a way that it was far more accurate than the original Gregorian calendar used in Europe. Do you know how?’

She nodded. ‘Astronomy.’

‘That’s correct! The Maya were brilliant astronomers, able to calculate celestial events with amazing accuracy. Without the use of telescopes, they figured out the length of the solar year with only a twenty-three-second margin of error. The five-hundred-year cycle of Venus was only two hours off. Plus they calculated the eclipses of the sun thirty-three years ahead of time. Most amazing of all, they accurately described the Orion Nebula more than a thousand years before it was officially discovered by a French astronomer in 1610.’

‘How did they do that?’

Hamilton shrugged. ‘No one knows, but there’s evidence to prove it.’

‘What about maths?’ she asked.

‘What about it?’

‘If the Maya could calculate solar cycles with that much accuracy, I’m guessing they had advanced knowledge of maths.’

His smile widened. ‘Now you’re thinking! The Maya were very advanced in mathematics. In fact, they were one of the first civilizations to develop the concept of zero.’

‘Really? That seems pretty basic to me.’

‘To us, it is! But that wasn’t the case in ancient times. Believe it or not, the greatest scholars in ancient Greece struggled with the status of zero as a number. To them, it wasn’t about maths. It was about philosophy. They constantly debated how nothing could actually be something.’

She laughed at the thought. ‘Ancient Greeks loved their debates.’

‘But they weren’t the only ones who struggled with zero. So did the Romans, Egyptians and Babylonians — which is saying something because the Babylonians were doing algebra two thousand years before Christ.’

The mere mention of Christ grabbed Maria’s attention. As an expert in Christian history, she prayed Hamilton would shift the conversation to her comfort zone because she was dying to know what her role in his project would be. But that didn’t happen. Instead, he changed the topic to agriculture and the Maya’s advanced methods of food production.

‘As you probably know, the Maya relied on three main crops to survive: maize, squash and beans. In this part of the world, those staples are referred to as the “three sisters” because they complement each other in the ground and in one’s diet. Unfortunately, growing those crops on a large-scale basis is more difficult than you’d think. To combat pH problems, the Maya introduced ash to the ground, which raised the level of phosphorus and other nutrients in the soil. They utilized crop rotation and raised field techniques that are still used to this day. They also built extensive canal systems that can still be seen in aerial pictures of the jungle.’

Maria grimaced. ‘The jungle? What are they doing in the jungle?’

‘Nothing. They’re just sitting there.’

‘No, that’s not what I meant. Why were they built in the jungle?’

‘Aha! Now we’re getting close.’

‘We are?’

He nodded. ‘We’re finally going to discuss the most blatant error in your initial summation of the Maya.’

‘Which error was that?’

‘The part where you claimed the Maya faded away after the conquistadores.’

‘That’s not correct?’

He shook his head. ‘Believe it or not, the Maya started to disappear in the ninth century, nearly seven hundred years before the Spanish arrived.’

‘Wait,’ she said, confused. ‘What do you mean by disappear?’

Hamilton smiled. ‘One day they were here, and the next they were gone.’