One sunny afternoon The Mayan king Zulu climbed the many steps to the top of the astrological watch tower to check on his faithful servant Tahut who had been writing the Mayan calendar now for over 50 years since the young age of 14. Tahut had a natural ability for reading the stars and his tracing of time had given order to plague of chaos that once consumed the land.
But Zulu had a growing concern for the mental wellbeing of his servant and friend of old. Tahut had been acting peculiar lately so Zulu had made a point of dedicating a bit more time for his friend for Tahut’s positions was one that would not easily be filled should something happen to him.
Reaching the top of the stairs Zulu knocked lightly on the door. “Tahut it is me, your king. May I enter?”
“Yes yes, come in,” Zulu heard Tahut from behind the thick wooden door. “You are the king after all, surprised you even have the consideration to knock.”
Zulu pushed the door open slowly a slight shriek echoed from the hinges. He poked in his head to see the room full of crumpled parchment covering the floor, Tahut sat at his desk scribbling away as usual. “Tahut why such negativity toward me, I am not just your king but also a close friend, please.”
Tahut sighed and stopped his scribbling, putting down his quill he turned to Zulu. “Yes of course Zulu, you are a very good friend and an excellent king. I apologize for my tone. Please come in and have a seat.”
Zulu accepted the invitation and found his usual chair beside Tahut’s desk so he could share the view of the courtyard with his friend through the panoramic window. “Ahhhh, it is a long way up here to see you my friend,” Zulu said as he relaxed back in his seat. He turned and admired the view out the window, one of the best in the kingdom, “it is a beautiful day.” He smiled to his friend.
Tahut searched through some papers on his desk, never lifting his head at the comment, “yes I suppose it is a beautiful day not that it matters.” He replied in a monotone voice.
Zulu felt by his friends reaction that it was time to intervene and get to the root of the problem. “Tahut please, I can’t help but feel you are unhappy as of late, what is the problem?”
Tahut slammed his papers down in front of him and looked over to Zulu. “What is the problem? Please Zulu, how can you be so blind? Yes it’s a gorgeous day look at the sun shining and the youths all out enjoying themselves in the courtyard. Playing their games and sunning themselves,” He pointed out the window to the young shirtless men chasing around the scantily clad women. “What did they all do today? Get up, go pick some fruits and vegetables and now their day is free to do as they please. What do I get? I’m stuck up here writing calendars, day after day to no end!”
“Oh but Tahut, I thought you enjoyed making the calendars. You are the best calendar writer in all the land.”
“Ah Zulu nobody cares anymore about the calendars!” Tahut exclaimed as he cupped his face in his hands resting his elbows on the desk.
“Tahut that is just simply not true! Your calendars are extremely important. Without them we could not keep track of the birthdays and holidays, there is Christmas. Remember when you made the first calendar all those many years ago?” Zulu grinned mischievously. “It is a very prestigious position in the kingdom.”
“Yes of course I remember. Developing the first calendar was very exciting.” Tahut leaned back in his chair staring to the sun drenched sky through the window a slight smile formed on his face as he drifted back to times past. “Mapping all the stars to get all the timing just so, the celebrations, young women throwing themselves at my feet, a different one every night.” He snapped back to the present. “But those days are over now Zulu. To map out the first one was exciting, it took skill and knowledge. Now…now I am just the old man in the tower that writes out boring calendars.”
“Nonsense Tahut, you are being foolish. We need you just as much now as we did before. You need a woman? I will order one up here immediately!”
“No Zulu! Don’t you see? Before they wanted to come to my tower, it is not the same under the order of the king. And you do not need me for this task anymore; the first one was the challenge. Now the template is made and you just lay some paper out over last years and trace the lines. A monkey could do it, 12 months in a year, 7 days in a week and 365 in a year except for leap years, they’[re really exciting.” He rolled his eyes sarcastically.
Tahut took a second then continued. “All I want is some time to discover other things in life. I want to play and sun in the courtyard with the scantily clad women. Look at them, they have no responsibility. They are all stoned right now on the sacred herb you know. Smoke the herb all day and bang on the drum, if only I could have that, just for a little while.” He turned back to his desk looking at the partially finished months on the paper. ‘Oh and the monthly pictures, don’t even get me started on the pictures Zulu! Look here Zulu!” Tahut shoved a picture in front of the king’s face. “Does that look familiar? Of course it looks familiar Zulu, it is the February, Stonehenge! Fucking Stonehenge, every February the same thing, sure they vary slightly. There is Stonehenge in the morning then Stonehenge at night,” he fumbled through the other papers, “Here’s an aerial shot of Stonehenge, aren’t we creative. Yes February is Stonehenge and July is always Niagara Falls!” Tahut turned again to his king with a pleading expression, “Please Zulu, let me create. I can breathe new excitement into the calendar I have a vision, now listen,” He smiled with excitement spreading his hands out in front of their faces as if laying out a calendar before them. “Women, dressed seductively washing down the chariots. Some of them with their breast totally bare and nothing more than a piece of twine weaved between their sacred regions. Perhaps holding tools like a rake, one with a hoe or riding bareback on oxen.”
Zulu started waving his hands, “Whoa Tahut! You know as well as I that the elder women never let something like that go to print.”
“Oh come Zulu, You are the king! So use some of your kingly influence and over rule them!”
Zulu thought for a moment rubbing his chin he starred at the floor for a moment then raised his head to Tahut. “Alright my friend, please tell me where you are at right now with the calendars?”
“I have done all the way up to the year 2012.”
“2012! Really? Well that should do us for a while then hey. Very good work Tahut, since you have done such an incredible job I will grant you a wish and give you some much deserved time off.”
“Really my king, you are setting me free?”
“I will set you free on one condition. Though true we are very far ahead with the work it is of the most importance that we pass the art of calendar making on down through the generations. I will give you 2 weeks off and in that time I will assemble a class of youths for you to teach when you return.” Zulu smiled and approached his friend placing his hands on his shoulders. Tahut my loyal companion, your days of calendar making have come to an end.”
“Oh yes! I am finished! Oh Zulu my king you have made me so happy, to hell with this tower and to hell with the calendars.” Tahut ran around his office wild eyed and frantic. “This is so incredible I must celebrate I must rebel. Here I know, watch this.” Tahut ran over to his desk where the most recent calendar was exposed, December 2012. “I’ll have some fun with the people a little,” he grabbed his quill and began to write. “This year there will be a great apocalypse and everyone will die, the end, Ha! See how they like that calendar hey Zulu?”
“Yes, yes Tahut that is all very funny,” the king humored his friend who he now knew had spent way to long alone in his tower. “Please now Tahut, go join the other in the courtyard and relax.”
“Yes finally I will go smoke some herb and bang on the drum.”
“Bang away my friend, bang away.” Tahut took off past Zulu and ran down the stairs. The king took one last look around the tower reflecting on the time he’d spent with his good friend then shut the door.
A week later the Spaniards invaded the village and the Mayan civilization crumbled. The calendar remained unchanged.
Really it’s just as believable as all the other stories.