Once upon a time, a long time ago, there lived two brothers. The
brothers tried very hard to be good gardeners. But even the rabbit
that rooted in their garden for food each day knew they were not very
good at gardening. What they were good at, great at, absolutely
excellent at, were ballgames.
Onlookers cheered so loudly whenever the boys
played ball that the noise attracted the attention of the Lords of
Death. The Lords of Death lived in the Underworld. They liked to trick
people into dying. They especially liked tricking people who were
bothering them, and the boys were bothering them. They were far too
noisy!
The Lords of Death sent a message to the brothers
praising their wonderful talent. The message included an invitation to
play a ballgame in the Underworld. The brothers were instructed to
bring their ball and their protective gear as none could be provided.
No one played ball in the Underworld normally, so this would be a
great treat for everyone.
The brothers did not trust the Lords of Death.
They hid their ball and protective gear under the rafters in their
mother's house. Perhaps without gear they would not have to play and
thus could avoid whatever trickery the Lords of Death had planned.
The boys set out for the Underworld. They made it
safely across the river of spikes. They made it safely across the
river of blood. They made it safely across the river of pus. They
arrived safely at the house of the Lords of Death.
There, a Lord waited for them to say hello. It
was a trick. That Lord was only a wood statue. When the boys said
hello to a wood statue, the real Lords rushed out from where they had
been hiding. They shook their heads in pretended shock. "Do you
think our heads are filled with wood?" they cried. The brothers
had been royally tricked. They had failed a test.
"Now wait," interrupted one of the real
Lords. "They did get across all three rivers safely."
"Hum," said one of the other Lords
thoughtfully. "You're right, of course. Hardly anyone ever does
that! That's quite an accomplishment and needs to be taken into
consideration."
"Have a seat while we think about what to do
with you," a third Lord nodded to the brothers.
Feeling hopeful that perhaps they would not be
killed after all, the brothers sat down on a bench. The bench was
burning hot. The boys leaped up, but it was too late. They had failed
another test. For failing two tests, the boys were immediately
sacrificed. Their bodies were buried under a ball court back on earth.
The
Sons
That would have been the end of the story except
for one thing. One Lord thought it would be a good warning if the head
of one of the boys was placed in a tree where everyone would see it -
a kind of "see what might happen to you if you are too
noisy" warning.
There the head stayed. No one saw it much because
hardly anyone ever entered that part of the forest. The head had made
such a racket calling for help that the people who lived in that part
of the world were sure their forest was haunted.
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One day, a young woman came through the forest. She had lost her
way while picking berries.
Before she even noticed the head stuck in the branches,
the head said, "When my child is born, take him to my
grandmother." After telling the the young woman how
to find his grandmother's house, the head disappeared.
The young woman blinked in surprise. A short time later,
she gave birth to the Hero Twins. She took the twins to the
house of their grandmother, as instructed.
Their grandmother loved the twins dearly.
But they did set her to sighing. Like their father before them,
the Hero Twins were not very good at gardening. What they were
good at, great at, absolutely excellent at, was catching rats.
One day, they caught a rat that could talk.
The rat said, "If you will let me go, I'll tell you why
you're so good at catching rats. Your father and uncle could
catch things, too. I will tell you all about a game of ball they
played with the Lords of Death." |
The Hero Twins let the rat go. In exchange, the
rat told them about the Lords of Death. He even told them what their
father had hidden high in the rafters of their grandmother's home.
The Hero Twins dug out that old gear and soon
became the most wonderful ballplayers in the world! There were
so many cheers each time they played that, once again, the racket
attracted the Lords of Death.
"I thought we got rid of those noisy
boys," snapped a Lord. "Something has to be done to stop
that racket immediately."
And so, a messenger was sent with an invitation
to play a game of ball in the Underworld. Their grandmother was sad
when she heard about it. She knew she was going to lose her grandsons,
just as she had lost her sons before them. Nobody ever beat the Lords
of Death.
The boys packed carefully for their trip. When
the boys arrived at the house of the Lords, one of the Lords was
waiting to greet them. Thanks to the rat, they knew that this was not
a real Lord.
"We are not about to say good morning to a
wooden dummy," they announced loudly.
The real Lords came out from where they had been
hiding. "You passed the test," smiled one of the Lords.
"Take a seat," he said warmly, pointing at a cozy looking
bench.
"No hot seat for us," said the twins
politely. "We'll stand, thanks."
"You passed the second test," beamed
one of the Lords. He sounded delighted about it.
The twins were not fooled. They were challenged
to more tests.
They were sent to the Dark House. They did not
light the cigars the Lords had given them to "light their
way." Instead, they attached fireflies to the end of their cigars
and got out that way.
They were sent to the Razor House. Sharp blades
were supposed to cut them to ribbons. They escaped as a rat would, by
crawling under the blades.
They were sent to the Jaguar House. They escaped
by feeding the Jaguars the bones they had brought along, just in case.
The twins knew there would be test after test,
until finally they died. When a Lord said, "Let us see if you can
jump over these ovens", the boys jumped into the oven instead and
died.
The Lords scattered their ashes in the river. The
life giving water cooled the fire. Magically, first the Hero Twins
came back to life as catfish. Finally, they turned back into their
normal selves.
Not only were they still alive, the Hero Twins
discovered quite by accident that they had picked up some magical
powers. They could cut themselves up and come back to life again, over
and over. They could burn a house down and then restore it to its
original shape. The Hero Twins traveled from town to town, performing
tricks for a living.
The Lords of Death heard of their amazing act.
They sent the twins an invitation to the Underworld, not knowing that
they were inviting the very twins they had killed so recently. When
the twins performed their act, the Lords were delighted.
"Do me next," one Lord cried.
"Chop me up and put me back together again!"
The twins were delighted to chop up the Lord.
Only, they did not put the Lord back together again. The other Lords
knew they had been defeated. Rather than risk losing any more Lords,
they sent the twins back to earth.
And all the
sons thereafter
The gods of the heavens, who had lent a hand in
all this, and who had provided a great deal of the magic although no
one knew that except the gods of the heavens, honored the courage and
cleverness of the Hero Twins by bringing them up to the sky. One twin
became the sun; the other became the moon.
The gods of the sky honored the children of the
Hero Twins by making them the rulers of the earth.
The rulers of the earth honored their parents and
the other gods of the sky by giving them the best present they could
think of. They built ball courts in every town in the world. And every
game played, for the rest of time, was played in honor of their
fathers and their fathers before them.