Curses!

thinking a lot about this. ‘Their treasures will be lost, and their batabobs and ahlelobs will desert them—’”

'Hey, I know that song,” Leo said, laughing. “Oh, batabobs and ahlelobs and little lambs eat ivy—'

'Oh, damn it, Leo!” Emma said with surprising heat. “Doesn't anyone see what it means?” She opened her eyes to gaze intensely at them.

No one did; not even Preston, who was searching hard for its significance, his classic brow furrowed.

Gideon thought he had a glimmer but kept it to himself.

'It predicts exactly what happened here,” Emma said. “The curse is being fulfilled. We didn't know it at the time, but it was already coming to pass in 1982.'

'The Curse...of Tlaloc,” Leo intoned metallically into his empty Coca-Cola can, then flinched under Emma's glare. “I think I better shut up.'

'Do you really mean you don't see it?” Emma said, addressing them all. Her patchy flush spread and darkened, possibly from the pain of dealing with a crowd of closed-minded dunces. “Howard Bennett was our batabob, our leader, and he deserted us. What could be more clear?'

Just what Gideon had been afraid of. This wasn't good. What little he knew about curses on archaeological expeditions he'd learned from the movies, and they usually made the point that it was a mistake to start taking them too seriously.

'This is totally ridiculous,” Worthy said bluntly. He dabbed querulously at his small beard with a paper napkin. “I can't believe this. We're in the 1980s. This is a scientific expedition. How can we even be discussing this New Age twaddle?” He pronounced “New Age” as a single word, “newage,” rhyming with “sewage.'

'Besides,” Harvey said reasonably, “you're getting things out of order. Batabobs and ahlelobs, that was part two of the curse, wasn't it? Well, we haven't even had our part one yet.'

'Absolutely correct,” Worthy said scornfully. “Or has anyone seen a bloodsucking kinkajou?'

Leo didn't go along with them. “But you know, it's true, what Emma says,” he said, seemingly taken with the idea. Or perhaps he thought it would be more fun to change sides. “Howard did desert us, didn't he? And the codex, that was our treasure, and it's sure lost, right?” He had finished his lunch and was slumped back against the stone platform of one of the ruined buildings, hands clasped contentedly on his ample abdomen. “Maybe the things in the curse don't have to come true in order.'

Emma's glance at him was hopeful but guarded. It was hard to tell whether he was serious. If he was ever serious. Leo smiled back at her, Buddha-like. They were dressed almost the same, Gideon noted bemusedly, in trendy, undyed linen shirts and knee-length beige shorts that were fashionably wrinkled and oversized. But Emma managed to look like a Banana Republic advertisement, as long as you didn't get too close; Leo just looked like someone who'd slept in his clothes.

'Leo's right,” Emma said. “Who are we to impose our Western construct of time as a linear continuum on other culture planes?'

Worthy made an irritated sound and addressed the sky. “Do you know what this demonstrates? The abysmal failure of our educational system. Anyone who is gullible enough to be duped by the newage claptrap put out

'Oh, is that so?” Emma said thickly. Her feelings were hurt. “And you think that you're in a position to judge three thousand years of—'

'Kinder, kinder,' Abe said. “Children, let's not get carried away. I'm sure nobody really means—'

But Worthy had been stung and overrode him. “This is absurd! If this is all we can find to talk about we'd be better off holding our tongues entirely.'

'Well, yes, I agree with that,” Preston said, then added amicably: “There are some things we're better off not knowing.” He was fortunate to be seated a foot or two in front of Emma; her glower of annoyance spattered harmlessly on the handsome gray wavelet of hair on his collar.

'That,” Worthy said icily, “is not at all what I meant.'

When Abe had been a professor, Gideon remembered, he had usually stayed out of classroom arguments and let Gideon and his other students fight things out among themselves. Usually. But there was often a point at which the democratic approach was unceremoniously scotched in favor of a firm, fatherly, unqualified opinion from the expert. That point had now been reached.

'I agree with Worthy one hundred percent,” he said, looking soberly from one member of the crew to another. “The curse, the skeleton in the doorway, these are very interesting. As archaeological data they're worth talking about.” He held up a spidery finger. “But as supernatural occurrences they ain't.” He fixed his gaze on Emma, kindly but firmly. “I'll tell you the truth; I'm a little surprised anybody here would take this seriously.'

Emma's puffy face tightened. She flushed yet again but said nothing.

'Oh, I don't know,” Leo said, not disrespectfully. “You have to admit it's something to think about.'

'Look,” Julie said gently, “I wasn't here in 1982, so I don't really know what I'm talking about, but it seems to me that we're confusing things. The codex was never our treasure in the first place. And it wasn't lost; Dr. Bennett took it. And of course he ran off afterward. You don't need a curse to explain any of that.'

'Absolutely right,” Abe said warmly. “The law of parsimony in a nutshell. So let's not hear any more about the curse. Case closed. End of cigar. Time to go back to work.'

He stood up, a little creaky after sitting on the ground for so long, and brushed dust from his trousers. “On the other hand,” he said with his tiniest smile, “if someone runs into any bloodsucking kinkajous hanging around, be sure and let me know.'

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