Some of the other archaeologists on this trip were skeptical of this family's story that was supposedly a legend that was passed down through each generation. I doubt any were any more disbelieving than I was. I felt cheated, in a sense, that I had never heard of this family that was supposedly true descendants of Aztecs in all my years of studying the phenomena of the disappearing tribes. Fortunately, the family was on our way to the supposed temple that this artifact was hidden in.
When we arrived, the house looked surprisingly modern for a traditional Aztec style home. I was actually impressed that they could keep up with the times and still look as if they lived in the past. One of the family members walked towards the expedition party.
"Welcome." He spoke in perfect English, "Allow me to feed you before you set off on this perilous journey to find this artifact that has troubled my family."
"Could you tell us about your story first? Before we eat?" I asked rather more aggressive than I would have liked.
The man just smiled and said, "We will have plenty of time for talk at the table."
As we walked in Billy walked up next to the man and said, "I do believe you forgot to mention your name to my lot."
"Forgive me," He said, "I'm not accustomed to visitors who do not know my name. My name is Bartholomew and before you say anything yes we do not embrace many of the customs of our own ancestors. We very much like the more modern customs. Now let us sit down and begin our meal, then we shall talk about our history."
