inca.gold-第55节
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heads； while those who went bareheaded wore their hair in strange distinctive fashions。 Their bodies were clothed with textiles Billy had never seen。 The knotted mantles that draped over their shoulders and the tunics worn underneath were decorated with incredibly ornate and beautiful designs。
After a long minute the strange people seemed to dissolve and their voices ceased。 Billy stood as still and silent as the rock beneath his feet。 Who were these strange people who paraded before his eyes？ Was this an open door to the spirit world； he wondered。
He moved closer to the stone monster； reached out a trembling hand and touched its flank。 The ancient rock felt disturbingly hotter than it should have been from the day's heat。 Then； incredibly； an eye seemed to pop open on the serpent's face； an eye with an unearthly light behind it。
Terror stirred through Billy's mind； but he was determined not to flinch。 Later； he would be accused of an overactive imagination。 But he swore a thousand times before his own death many years later that he had seen the demon stare at him from a sparkling eye。 He summoned up his courage； dropped to his knees and spread out his hands。 Then he began to pray。 He prayed to the stone effigy through most of the night before falling into a trancelike sleep。 ‘
In the morning； as the sun rose and painted the clouds with a burst of gold； Billy Yuma awoke and looked around。 He found himself lying across the front seat of his Ford pickup truck on the floor of the desert； far below the silent beast of the mountain that stared sightlessly across the dry waste。
Joseph Zolar stood at the head of the golden suit； watching Henry and Micki Moore huddle over the puter and laser printer。 After four days of round…the…clock study； they had reduced the images from symbols to descriptive words and concise phrases。
There was a fascination about the way they snatched up the sheets as they rolled out onto the printer's tray； excitedly analyzing their conclusions as a wall clock ticked off the remaining minutes of their lives。 They went about their business as if the men behind the ski masks did not exist。
Henry labored in focused dedication。 His world existed in just one narrow hall of academia。 Like most university professors of anthropology and archaeology； he labored for prestige； because financial wealth eluded him。 He had pieced together potsherds and had written a prodigious number of books that few read and even fewer paid good money to own。 Published with small print runs； all his works ended up gathering dust in the basements of college libraries。 Ironically； the fame and the honors that he foresaw would be heaped upon him as the interpreter； and perhaps discoverer； of Huascar's treasure meant more to him than mere monetary returns。
At first the Zolars found Micki Moore sexually appealing。 But soon her indifference toward them became imitating。 It was obvious that she loved her husband and had little interest in anyone else。 They lived and worked together in a world of their own making。
Joseph Zolar would suffer little remorse over their termination。 He had dealt with disgusting and despicable sellers and collectors over the years； and hardened criminals as well； but these two people were an enigma to him。 He no longer cared what form of execution his brothers had in mind for them。 All that mattered now was that the Moores e up with concise and accurate directions to Huascar's golden chain。
Wearing the ski masks had been a waste of time； but they kept them on during the entire time they were in the Moores' presence。 It was obvious the Moores did not intimidate easily。
Zolar looked at Henry Moore and attempted a smile。 It wasn't very successful。 〃Have you finished decoding the symbols？〃 he asked hopefully。
Moore winked foxlike at his wife and gave her a smug grin before turning to Zolar。 〃We are finished。 The story we have deciphered is one of great drama and human endurance。 Our unraveling of the images and successful translation greatly expands the current knowledge of the Chachapoyas。 And it will rewrite every text ever written on the Inca。〃
〃So much for modesty；〃 said Samson sarcastically。
〃Do you know precisely where the treasure is buried？〃 Charles Oxley asked。
Henry Moore shrugged。 〃I can't say precisely。〃
Sarason moved forward； tight…lipped and angry。 〃I'd like to ask if our illustrious code breakers have the slightest idea in hell what they're doing？〃
〃What do you want？〃 Moore stated coldly。 〃An arrow that points to X marks the spot？〃
〃Yes； dammit； that's exactly what we want！〃
Zolar smiled condescendingly。 〃Let's get down to the hard facts； Dr。 Moore。 What can you tell us？〃
〃You'll be happy to learn；〃 Micki Moore answered for her husband； 〃that； incredible as it sounds； the golden chain is only a small part of the treasure's stockpile。 The inventory my husband and I have deciphered records at least another forty or more tons of ceremonial ornaments and vessels； headdresses； breastplates； necklaces； and solid gold and silver objects that each took ten men to carry。 There were also massive bundles of sacred textiles； at least twenty golden…cased mummies； and over fifty ceramic pots filled with precious gems。 If given more time we can give you a plete breakdown。〃
Zolar； Sarason； and Oxley stared at Micki； their eyes unblinking through the masks； their expressions of insatiable greed well hidden。 For several moments there wasn't a sound except their breathing and the whir of the printer。 Even for men used to dealing in million…dollar sums； the extent of Huascar's golden wealth went far beyond their wildest imaginings。
〃You paint a glowing picture；〃 said Zolar finally。 〃But do the symbols on the mummy's case tell us where the treasure is buried？〃
〃It's not buried in the strict sense of the word；〃 said Henry Moore。
He stared at Zolar； waiting for him to react to his statement。 Zolar stood there impassively。
〃According to the narrative engraved on the suit；〃 Moore explained； 〃the hoard was secreted in a cavern on a river〃
Sarason's eyes flashed with sudden disappointment。 〃Any cavern by a well…traveled river would have been discovered long before now； and the treasure removed。〃
Oxley shook his head。 〃It's not likely a golden chain that took two hundred men to lift could have vanished a second time。〃
〃Nor an inventory as vast as the Moores describe；〃 added Zolar。 〃As an acknowledged expert on Inca antiquities I'd be aware of any artifacts identified as belonging to Huascar that have made their way onto the market。 No one who discovered such a cache could keep it secret。〃
〃Maybe we've placed too much trust in the good doctor and his wife；〃 said Sarason。 〃How do we know they're not leading us down the garden path？〃
〃Who are you to talk about trust？〃 Moore said quietly。 〃You lock my wife and me inside this concrete dungeon without windows for four days； and you don't trust us？ You people must enjoy childish games。〃
〃You have no grounds for plaint；〃 Oxley told him。 〃You and Mrs。 Moore are being paid extremely well。〃
Moore gave Oxley an impassive look。 〃As I was about to say； after the Incas and their Chachapoyan guards deposited Huascar's vast store of treasure in the cavern； they covered the entrance to a long passageway that led to it。 Then they blended the soil and rocks to make it look natural and planted native plants over the area to make certain the passage to the cavern was never found again。
〃Is there a description of the terrain around the entrance to the cavern？〃 Zolar asked。
〃Only that it is on a rounded peak of a steep…sided island in an inland sea。〃
〃Wait a moment；〃 snapped Oxley。 〃You said the cavern was near a river。〃
Moore shook his head。 〃If you had listened； you'd have heard me say； the cavern was on a river。〃
Sarason stared angrily at Moore。 〃What ridiculous myth are you handing us？ A cavern on a river on an island in an inland sea？ Took a wrong turn in your translation； didn't you； Doc？〃
〃There is no mistake；〃 said Moore firmly。 〃Our analysis is correct。〃
〃The use of the word river could be purely symbolic；〃 suggested Micki Moore。
〃So could the island；〃 Sarason retorted。
〃Perhaps you'd get a better perspective if you heard our entire interpretation；〃 offered Henry Moore。
〃Please spare us the details；〃 said Zolar。 〃We're already familiar with how Huascar smuggled his kingdom's treasury from under the collective noses of his brother Atahualpa and Francisco Pizarro。 Our only interest is the direction General Naymlap sailed the treasure fleet and the exact location where he hid the hoard。〃
The Moores exchanged glances。 Micki gave Henry an affirmative nod； and he turned to Zolar。 〃A11 right； since we're partners。〃 He paused to scan a page rolled out by the printer。 〃The pictographs on the suit tell us that the treasure was carried to a coastal port and loaded on a great number of ships。 The voyage north lasted a total of eighty…six days。 The final twelve days were spent sailing across an inland sea until they came to a small island with high； steep walls that rose out of the water like a great stone temp
