'We cannot afford to put more men at risk. The General's kidnapping proves that Arun already knows Dale was onto him, so it goes without saying that they will torture him until he reveals all.'

'But Dad won't tell them a thing.'

'Exactly. That's why I need to get to him before we are left with a horrendously tortured body.'

'So, we just leave them to die in Tikal!' Gillian shouted.

Georgio looked uncomfortable. 'This drug ring is far more widespread than even I had anticipated. Over 200 rich and extremely influential people are on the list and I have no idea who else is on the payroll. The truth is I do not trust anyone else to enter Tikal and take down Arun's men. We could possibly tip off the wrong men who will undoubtedly warn Arun and the people on his payroll. If that happens, they'll all go underground and we'll never be able to break the ring, putting many thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands of lives at risk.'

Gillian's silence was deafening.

'Gillian and I could go by ourselves,' suggested Adam, wondering if his proposal was perhaps the most stupid thing he had ever said.

'That's silly, Adam. You'll be putting your lives in danger unnecessarily,' chastised Georgio.

'No. I agree. We simply can't just sit around and do nothing. At the very least, Adam and I can see what is going on and report back to you,' said Gillian eagerly.

Adam was already regretting his hastily made comments.

Georgio did not argue, either from knowing that arguing with Gillian would be fruitless or that he actually thought it was a good idea.

'Okay. I'll fly you as close as possible, but after that, it's up to you.'

'When do we go?' asked Gillian with renewed enthusiasm.

'One hour,' replied Georgio as he got up and left.

Adam was speechless. At the very least, he had hoped that Georgio would argue and he would get the 'good guy offering to help' votes from Gillian, but instead he was off to the war zone. He was not in the least pleased, but there was no way he was going to let her down.

'Come on, Gillian. Let's open that box. We have one hour for you to read the next portion of Kinix's journal.'

Gillian did not need any prompting to place the box in front of Adam.

'This one has a small indentation that requires the insertion of a key, but for the life of me, I can't see what would fit in that strange shape.'

Adam took a close look.'It's an oval shape with a slight point at the upper end' he mused before laughing loudly.

Gillian considered him with amusement before he replied.

'It's that silly dung beetle, the good luck charm you plucked from the last box.'

'Bloody hell, you're good. I'd forgotten about that,' replied Gillian as she pulled the glittering object from her pocket and pressed it into the hollow. It was no surprise that it fit perfectly and the lid flipped open as if it had been made yesterday.

Inside the container lay a much larger scroll than previously, a walnut size ball inscribed with numerous tiny hieroglyphs on both sides and a sentence carved into the base.

Gillian studied the small plaque. 'I presume this is the last key,' she muttered as Adam nodded in agreement before pointing to the sentence.

Gillian smiled, requiring no prompting to translate: 'My heart aches for those I do not have, but I can leave this for the ones born from my own.'

'I'd love to know more about his life,' murmured Adam as Gillian unrolled the script and began to read.

Manuscript part 3 All was quiet between Yok Chac and myself as we approached the final village before our entrance to Tikal. Word had spread of our approach and we were feeling particularly nervous about seeing the faces of those familiar to us after so many cycles of the haab. For me it was the face of my beloved King whom I longed to look upon and see the expression of joy as he viewed his new bride. After all, she was going to bring hope to our people.

Fear and excitement coursed through my body like an addictive illness as the farmers tending the crops gave up their work to line the road and cheer us by. This increased until the crowd was so dense that we were barely able to pass through and required the assistance of the army for safe passage. I felt like a king myself as Chac (rain god) also chose this momentous occasion to give us his blessing, causing an uproar of elation from the people. Their chants were akin to the birth or marriage of a royal family member. Even my usually sensible and level-headed friend, Yok Chac, was smiling like a newborn jaguar. Great celebrations abounded as the dancers, jugglers and musicians created their finest sounds until we eventually reached the steps of the great temple atop of which sat my king.

Bahlum Paw Skull did not smile, but I easily recognised the relaxed nature of his stature and the slight glint in his eyes ... he was pleased.

'Bring Lady K'in to me,' ordered the King as Lady K'in ascended the stairs, gleaming in a beautiful white robe and glossy black hair that flowed down to her waist. It would have been a beautiful sight except for the stooped figure of Lady Hand who stood just behind her king. She would be divorced and replaced by Lady K'in in a ceremony less than seven kin from now and I was saddened for our fallen queen. She had been a good queen, only failed by a body that had a broken ch'ulel.

Bahlum Paw Skull studied the face of the woman who was to become his queen and was evidently thrilled. For the first time, he broke into a wide grin and took her hand, gesturing to the people his clear intentions. A roar unlike anything I'd ever heard before broke out and we all collapsed to our knees in reverence. Lady Hand was accompanied from the temple, leaving the intended queen to bask in the glory bestowed by her new people. It was the end of an era and the beginning of a new one.

Almost ten tun-uc cycles later, Tikal celebrated the birth of a baby girl given the name of Lady Tikal in celebration of this great city. I was not surprised that Bahlum Paw Skull chose to go against tradition by giving his daughter her adult name at birth. Custom commanded that all children be named after the kin they were born under until they came of age, at which time they would receive their adult identity, but the royalty did not need to abide by this law. Bahlum had only one heir and he wanted to ensure her title was bestowed immediately.

I was twenty-two cycles of the haab at that time and enjoying the veneration our journey had bought us. Both Yok Chac and I had reached the status of priest and teacher and our wisdom was sought by many learned men from all areas of our country. My king had also enlisted my assistance in the raising and tutoring of his daughter which was the ultimate honour and recognition of my skills and status.

Lady Tikal was a beautiful child. Her hair was the colour of a jaguar coat, her large almond eyes a rare blue like the summer sky and her skin a warm chocolate. She had a laugh that caused everyone around her to smile and a sensible but warm nature. Added to this was an intelligence that was unmatched by any female rival. As a child, Lady Tikal could effectively understand the haab, the tzolk'in (our sacred calendar) and the tun-uc (our moon cycle calendar). She was also fluent in our language and the understanding of our creation. Some likened her to Ix Chel, the first woman to become a priest and rainmaker, and the King was supremely pleased with her progress although it bothered him that Lady K'in did not bear him another child, in particular a son.

When Lady Tikal was three cycles of the haab, I was called in to check the health of Bahlum Paw Skull. He advised that he had been feeling poorly of late and further bloodletting by piercing his manhood to please the gods did not receive favour. I was greatly troubled by this turn of events because not only was his skin pale, but he was also losing weight. A further ritual involving the sacrifice of a young man to the gods and a further contribution of Bahlum's sacred life-flow to allow him to join with the universe was performed. I was sure that this would be successful and for a short while, the King appeared to improve, but after two cycles of the moon, my fears increased. Once again I was called to the King's elaborately adorned chamber to find him in his bed, bedecked in a crisp white gown and large gold band around his head.

I summoned the assistance of my mentor, Kin Kawil, who agreed with my diagnosis. Our king was no longer processing his food and the yellowing of his skin proved that his internal system was shutting down. The gods were wishing Bahlum Paw Skull to return to his true home among them and I knew that it would not be long. We delivered our news to the King, who expressed neither sadness nor surprise. He merely thanked me and pressed a large red stone into my palm as appreciation of my proficiency.

I was immediately stressed and in a state of panic. During the reign of Bahlum Paw Skull, Tikal had flourished in more ways than one. Food was bountiful, the people were happy and we had considerable affiliations with our neighbouring cities. This was all at risk. Who would run our great city? Lady Tikal was too young and there was no other royal member who had the favour of the gods. My concerns were suddenly so great that I hurried home to confide in Yok Chac and seek his wisdom, but I did not like what he revealed to me.

'Yok Chac, my friend, our king is dying. Our world is about to change.'

There was no immediate reply. His fists were clenched and he looked to the ground in a manner I had seen many times before. He had something he wished to say but feared my reaction..

'My dear friend, in all the years we have been together, surely you understand that sometimes I get carried away, but in reality I'm harmless.'

Yok Chac grinned in acknowledgement but instantly reverted to an expression of seriousness.

'You know that I have many friends in this city.'

'Yes, you are well liked amongst all levels of our society. I have even seen the farmers discuss their crops with you.'

'Understanding all the aspects of our society is very important,' agreed Yok Chac before continuing, 'but I have also heard talk. Many people are saying that Kaloomte B'alam is planning on infiltrating the very soul of our world and may have already done so.' Yok Chac paused momentarily. 'It is even said that Bahlum Paw Skull's own guards have been replaced with those loyal to B'alam.'

'This cannot be so. Surely I would have noticed it.' My fear had increased beyond what I had ever felt before.

'I heard whispers this morning, so I took it upon myself to bribe the information from an old man with a jar of salt,' replied Yok Chac.

'What do we do?' I asked my friend, all the while my mind working frantically. B'alam was possessed by Zotz, the god of darkness, and I could not possibly let him control Bahlum Paw Skull or Tikal would be passed in darkness.

'You must see the King and discover his plans. You are still the most trusted priest and they have no reason to suspect that you have discovered the truth.'

'As always, you are wise, my dear Yok Chac. I will go tonight!'

I waited until the moon had risen and ventured along the quiet outer dirt paths of our city. It was hot and sticky with little relief from any passing wind, but the occasional drop of rain eased my displeasure and forced most people indoors. I approached the palace with care before ducking through an arch along a paved path that led into the hillside. The dense undergrowth hid a secret door that allowed access to the King's own chamber via a number of underground passageways. Initially built as a means of escape in the case of an emergency, the King often used it for obtaining pleasure from women. On many occasions I had caught the King in the midst of spreading his seed but had always prided myself on discretion. Today I used the secret door as a means to save our city.

I entered via a highly decorated wall that had been painted in such a way that the joins appeared to be concealed by overlapping panels. It was a masterpiece of disguise designed by Kin Kawil when he first arrived at Tikal. The door closed silently, allowing me to enter behind the King's bed and study him unseen.

I was shocked by what I saw.

His ch'ulel had deserted him and his body was already preparing itself for life with the Gods. The outer shell of skin and bone had shrunken beyond recognition and changed colour from a glorious brown to a sickly yellow. Little of his trademark long black hair remained and what was left was matted and torn. I was devastated at the undeniable signs of his impending passing and even more distraught when his sunken eyes failed to recognise me. Tears rolled unashamedly down my face at the understanding that I would be forced to face life without my King in as little as three kin.

I moved to the bedside and took his brittle hand gently in mine.

'My King, I shall look after your kingdom when you are gone. I understand that you will be watching us and I vow to do you proud,' I whispered in his ear.

I stroked his head with affection and stood to leave when I felt his hand grasp mine with an unexpected strength. He pulled me to him, bringing his mouth in line with my ear. Bahlum's voice was raspy and barely audible. It also carried a strange scent that I could not immediately place, but I put that aside as I concentrated on his faint words.

'Take some life blood ... and join it with yours.'

I audibly gasped.

The King had requested that I take some of his blood and mix it with some of my own. It was an unprecedented request that would link me eternally with him and ensure I was a part of his family in the same manner as his own children.

I did as he bid and sampled the blood with my tongue before he gestured to me, the effort of which caused him to collapse back into his jaguar skins and sweat profusely.

'I have always loved you like a son and now you are part of me,' he wheezed with the exertion of speech but was not put off by his weakness. The King continued, 'I was wrong, Kaloomte B'alam is not a good man. He commands the army, but that is not enough for him and he now wants to lead Tikal. He has also placed his men in my palace and I am convinced that he has poisoned my food, but I am helpless to stop him. My end is near, my dear Kinix, and I have only you to confide in.'

'What about Lady K'in,' I stuttered, barely able to command my voice.

'She is already influenced by Kaloomte B'alam. I may be unable to move, but I am not deaf. I hear the whispers between the guards and know that they share a bed. She is not loyal to me, Kinix, which is why I need you.' Bahlum rested a moment as I pressed some water into his mouth and waited for him to compose himself.

'Now that you are my son, you must promise to ensure that Kaloomte's blood never resides over my people. My heir is Lady Tikal and I have no doubt that Kaloomte B'alam will obtain the right to marry her when she is of age. I do not think that he will do anything to her until then, but then I fear that he will have a child with her and forever infuse his blood with the gods. I do not wish to share my next life with him,' Bahlum Paw Skull gasped and collapsed back into the soft pelt. His face had the familiar look of a man brushing with his passing and I had the sudden sensation of foreboding. It was now my task to ensure that Lady Tikal fell in love with a man other than Kaloomte B'alam. I feared this was not going to be an easy undertaking, but I was now Bahlum Paw Skull's son and had no option but to do my father's bidding.

'Grab the box under the bed,' ordered Bahlum as I scrambled to comply.

The box was a shade of wood I had never seen before and I admit to momentarily standing in awe as the glorious red shimmered in the moonlight that filtered through the window. I quickly reached for it, noting that the small size belied the weight it held. It was heavier that I had anticipated, but I lifted it with ease and placed the highly polished and skilfully carved object on the bed in front of the King.

Bahlum looked at me stupidly. 'Well, aren't you going to open it?'

I did not wish to seem unintelligent, but I could not find the opening and fervently hoped the King would take charge. To my dismay, he realised my stupidity and actually began to smile.

'The secret to this box is to see what isn't there.'

I cringed. He was talking in riddles to confuse me.

'Look closely, my boy. This box was crafted by my forefathers and the secret of it has been passed down through the royal family for as long as there are records. We use it to keep our private goods safe from prying eyes.'

I gazed at the outside panels for what seemed like an eternity until my eyes fell on a slight irregularity. It was like the faintest silvery strand of a spider web wrapped just below the edge of the upper surface. Using my sharpest fingernail, I ran it along the line, surprised to discover that the lid lifted quite easily. I removed the lid with the care deserving of a piece of craftsmanship made to a standard I had never witnessed before, only to discover that a second box lay inside. This one was unmistakably carved from obsidian, only this time there was a series of five octagonal spinning disks lined up together through the centre of the box. There was a long count figure engraved on each of the eight fascias of each disk. The first disk represented baktun, the second k'atun, the third was tun, the fourth winal, and fifth was k'in.

I looked at Bahlum Paw Skull quizzically.

'It's good, isn't it'

'Yes,' I replied 'but what is it?'

'Ahhh ...' mumbled Bahlum, his eyes lighting with enthusiasm for the first time. 'If you want to open it, you first must know the correct combination of figures or you may never break the code. In this case I have used my birth date.' Bahlum spun each disk until the figures of his birth date were aligned. A faint click was heard.

I was totally agape in awe of this amazing box and its creator. It was superbly clever and I could easily understand how hard it would be for someone to open it. The combination of figures was incalculable, making a chance opening as unlikely as a personal visit from the gods.

At the King's bidding, I removed the lid to find a bed of jaguar pelt with a number of the King's jewels laying on top. There was his jade and obsidian ring, a necklace with shells, a rare red stone and a small jade engraving of his likeness. My attention was drawn to the tiny obsidian container and lid sealed by tree sap.

'It is my life's flow,' answered Bahlum Paw Skull before I even questioned him as to the contents.

I nodded, understanding the value of keeping such a priceless substance.

'If you are unable to succeed in stopping Kaloomte B'alam from creating a child of his blood, you must infuse that child with this vial. The goodness of my life flow will override his and the child will become mine. But this is a last resort'

I lowered my eyes in acknowledgement as a rustle was heard just beyond the door.

'Go, my son. Go with my blessing and that of our gods.'

I grabbed the box and raced for the secret exit, making the escape just before the guard entered the room.

It was also the last time I saw my King as his ch'ulel chose that evening to shed itself of its ailing earthly body.

The passing of a king is an event to be celebrated, but for the first time, I was unable to share in the joy. My mind was in conflict as it tried to counteract the sense of loss with the happiness I knew I should be experiencing, but somehow I felt burdened. The kin ahead was going to be challenging and I knew without a doubt that there were going to be problems.

Lady K'in had been given the role of guardian until Lady Tikal could reach the status of ahaw at six cycles of the haab. This allowed further opportunity for Kaloomte B'alam who revelled in the added power this brought.

The burgeoning army and people of our great city gradually took to following Kaloomte's lead and I soon felt the tide of the faithful move in his favour. Yok Chac as usual took the more sensible approach and entwined himself in this new society by ensuring he stayed in favour with royal family. To his credit, he dragged me along with his activities and I discovered the fruits of his endeavours allowed me continual access to Lady Tikal. It was only in my later years that I realised what a debt of gratitude I owed to my friend who forced me to keep focus of the path that I had to follow.

Yok Chac would always tell me: 'The truth lies in your heart. Use whatever means you have to follow that truth'.

The ensuing cycles of the haab passed quickly. Lady Tikal became queen, but she was merely a figurehead in favour of her mother who took the rule until she passed to the gods six haab cycles later from an undiagnosed illness. She had named Kaloomte B'alam as her co-successor, a decision that greatly angered her daughter.

Although a gentle and beautiful child, Lady Tikal was also strong of body and spirit. Her strange, blue, almond eyes shone brightly and her long black hair grew thicker with age. She was slim but curvaceous and had an affinity with children and animals. Her way was an eagle and she was as fierce and determined as the legendary birds in everything she did.

We spent much time together and it was I who would walk with her through my place of peace and reflection my glorious gardens. I would listen to her hopes and dreams and hold her hand when she needed someone to confide in. It was I who was there to explain what it meant to become a woman and how to cope with the release of the blood every cycle of the tun-uc and it was I who listened to her feelings about her mother and Kaloomte B'alam.

Early in life, Lady Tikal had desired love and nurturing from her mother, but it had remained largely unrequited. Her mother had fallen foul of her high status and easily passed the care of her daughter to those who served her. As a result, their relationship always carried the unfamiliar politeness reserved for neighbours or two people passing in the street. Neither really knew each other and Lady K'in made no effort to change it. If she had known her daughter better, she would have realised that she was quite capable of running this great city herself.

Angry at being overlooked, Lady Tikal did not want to attend her mother's funeral.

'This is a mistake. The people need to see you, to know that you have taken over in your mother's stead.'

'I have been queen for six cycles of the haab, yet I have never attended a ceremony, funeral or anything of concern. I have been totally unseen in favour of that man for my entire life. I see no reason, nor do I care to show her my respect.'

'Butterfly (my childhood nickname for Lady Tikal), it's not about showing respect to your mother, it's about letting the people know that you are their queen. That you count just as much as him.'

'I wouldn't even know what to do.'

'Yes, you do. I have spent my entire life grooming you for such a moment.'