The Seven Serpents Trilogy: The Captive; The Feathered Serpent; The Amethyst Ring
Scott O'Dell
Language: English
Pages: 345
ISBN: 2:00204830
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Containing all three stories of the celebrated Scott O'Dell trilogy for the first time in one volume! Includes all three books:
The Captive
The Feathered Serpent
The Amethyst Ring
What would you do if everyone thought you were a god?
Young Julian Escobar is traveling to the New World to spread the gospel to the newly discovered Mayan Empire when a hurricane strikes his ship, scattering its contents to the four winds and leaving Julian as the sole survivor. After struggling ashore, he encounters a young Mayan woman who is shocked at his presence.
Soon he learns why. Centuries ago the fair-skinned Mayan god Kukulcan—the Feathered Serpent—sailed away with the promise that one day he would return. With his very life at stake, Julian does the unimaginable: he begins to impersonate this returned god.
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down at the crowd that filled the square, at the Indians carrying torches streaming toward the temple from all directions, at the bobbing lights of canoes hurrying in from the sea. At last, as I moved forward to address the chanting crowd, he turned to me with dazed eyes in which I saw a look of bewilderment. Or was it apprehension I saw, or something stronger? My speech to the multitude began with a few phrases of humble greeting. This was followed by an apology for my absence, reminding the
in the church of San Gil, before La Macarena, Virgin of Hope. She was the pro tectress of bullfighters—a matador would never think of going near a ring without her blessing. I was aged twelve and had no thought of ever fighting a bull, but I had friends who did think about it. I went with them to kneel before her on a Sunday morning, pretending that I was a matador and had come here before all of my dangerous corridas. La Macarena wore priceless jewels in her hair and around her neck and on her
protection. But first I would attend to the stallion. Then to the building of a hut, since each morning I crawled out of the log more tired than when I had crawled into it. CHAPTER 21 I WAS NOT A HORSEMAN. I HAD NEVER BEEN ASTRIDE THE STALLION, BUT I knew from the riding I had done, most of it on the broad back of a donkey, and from watching Don Luis, how a good horseman should hold the reins, handle the bit, how to put spurs to the animal’s flank and when. I lacked everything—spurs,
unnerved them. In any event, to quiet the crew before serious trouble arose, Captain Roa began to keep two separate logs. One was a record of the actual miles we covered each day, which he held secret from the crew. The other was a log that was given out only after it had been changed. Thus, on a day when we covered 130 miles, Roa might add twenty and post our run as 150 miles. He had learned this ruse from Columbus. It has worked for him and it worked now for Captain Roa. Toward evening on the
sleep in the af ternoon. He lit his pipe and smoked. In the smoke a face began to form—the eyes first, then the nose, then the lips—until it was a face looking at him. Until it was your face looking at him.” The young lord glanced at me, his eyes half closed and clouded, as if he had been partaking of teonanacatl. This was a black fungus that the Azteca ate with honey. He had offered me one of these little black buttons the previous day. “Was the emperor smoking something that would give him