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My introduction to Rey Komis on 10 November<br />
1959 proved also to be my introduction to public life<br />
in Zinacantan. It was Rey's wedding day—a wedding<br />
in the grand style. He stood stiffly before the<br />
house cross in his new sandals with broad-brimmed<br />
black felt hat in hand, his head turbanned in a scarlet<br />
cloth, his neck wrapped also in scarlet, with just the<br />
pink pompoms of his neckerchief protruding at the<br />
back. A white lacy shawl was drawn over a double<br />
layer of long-sleeved white shirts. His short shorts<br />
were encased in long shorts, and these in turn by<br />
green velveteen breeches that reached below his<br />
knees. His waist was encircled by a woolen sash, a<br />
leather belt, and an embroidered cotton sash. A<br />
rosary and a scapulary hung from his neck.<br />
His bride, too, was nearly hidden from sight beneath<br />
her woolen headdress, her shawl, her featherembroidered<br />
huipil, her two white blouses, her red<br />
sash, and her two blue skirts. From her neck hung a<br />
rosary and a scapulary.<br />
As a wedding guest I was told to don a ceremonial<br />
robe, and to flourish a gourd rattle and a bouquet of<br />
orange leaves while I danced more and more lurchingly,<br />
until I fled in the dusk down submarine trails<br />
where the trees waved to and fro like giant seaweed.<br />
At last I reached the safety of Romin Teratol's home<br />
with no memory of the fate of my companion,<br />
Manvel K'obyox's benighted son, left crumpled in a<br />
muddy ditch.<br />
It wasn't until a few days later that I learned the<br />
gossip. For five years Rey had been engaged; the<br />
wedding preparations were proceeding in perfect<br />
order. But five years is a long time to wait, and Rey<br />
couldn't. His fiancee's family had left to cut firewood,<br />
and she was at home alone. Rey slipped in to<br />
pay a quick visit, but before his visit was over he<br />
heard footsteps outside the door. He scrambled up<br />
into the loft just before the family marched in. When<br />
night fell, Rey's fiancee's sister, sleeping below, was<br />
suddenly awakened by a shower of corn kernels. She<br />
sounded the alarm. Rey's fiancee assured them it was<br />
only a mouse, or maybe a rat, but his bed of planks<br />
was too hard for poor Rey to keep stock still. They<br />
lit a pine torch and poked it up toward the rafters.<br />
Pink pompoms were discovered in the flickering<br />
light. Someone ran to bring an uncle and the uncle's<br />
flashlight. The white beam fell upon Rey, clad only<br />
in his short shorts. But thinking quickly, Rey warned<br />
the man he was armed and had better not be pro-<br />
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voked to violence. After a hurried consultation, the<br />
family filed out, locking the door behind them. The<br />
next morning when they peeked in, Rey was found<br />
slumbering on the floor, wrapped in borrowed<br />
blankets. To court he went, accompanied by the men<br />
who were his bridal petitioners. When asked by the<br />
magistrate if he had touched his fiancee, Rey assured<br />
the magistrate he had. His fiancee admitted it, too.<br />
Rey added that he had met her three times before in<br />
the woods. Her younger sisters confessed that twice<br />
she had "dropped" premature babies at the market in<br />
San Cristobal. The sentence: two weeks of hard<br />
labor to be followed, after emotions had cooled, by a<br />
wedding.<br />
Some months later Rey tried to tell me "The<br />
Adventures of Peter." Romin Teratol had intimated<br />
that Rey only told tales when the cane liquor was<br />
running in his veins, but this time Rey was awash,<br />
and his words foundered in his throat. The next<br />
morning, Romin bought a half pint and took it to<br />
Rey. Romin called out, and from the black void,<br />
behind the heavy oaken bars, came a quavering<br />
reply. In front of the jail a constable was huddled<br />
before a fire, weaving a palm strip for a new hat.<br />
Romin asked him if his friend Rey could have a bit<br />
of cane liquor to chase away his hangover. "Well,<br />
not a liter!" Laughter. "No, only a half pint." The<br />
constable nodded. Romin called into the void, chains<br />
clanked, a chalk white hand stretched out of the<br />
black woolen blanket to receive the bottle. Threequarters<br />
of the fiery liquid was gulped down in a<br />
long gurgle, while the rest was left to be shared by<br />
two constables, Romin, me, and an idle bystander.<br />
The constables recounted how Rey had ended his<br />
spree the night before by a visit to his mother's<br />
house, where he had grabbed her by the hair and<br />
pulled her about. When the constables arrived to<br />
make their arrest, Rey ripped off his shirt and<br />
resisted so fiercely that it took three constables to<br />
drag him screaming half-naked through the streets to<br />
jail. Eleven years later I enlisted Romin's help in<br />
locating Rey to see if he would tell me a few tales.<br />
Though now in his late thirties, with no religious<br />
post to his name, nor any prospects of becoming an<br />
elder, he, like his father, is known for his racy wit.<br />
He had entertained Romin Teratol with many tales<br />
when they were working on the roads together.<br />
After searching high and low, we found Rey in a