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The People That Time Forgot
By
Edgar Rice Burroughs
Contents
CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 |
CHAPTER 5 | CHAPTER 6 | CHAPTER 7 |
Chapter 1
I am forced to admit that even though I had traveled a long distance to place Bowen Tyler's manuscript in the hands of his father, I was still a trifle skeptical as to its sincerity, since I could not but recall that it had not been many years since Bowen had been one of the most notorious practical jokers of his alma mater. The truth was that as I sat in the Tyler library at Santa Monica I commenced to feel a trifle foolish and to wish that I had merely forwarded the manuscript by express instead of bearing it personally, for I confess that I do not enjoy being laughed at. I have a well-developed sense of humor—when the joke is not on me.
I have to admit that even though I traveled a long way to hand Bowen Tyler's manuscript to his father, I was still a bit skeptical about its authenticity, remembering that it wasn't long ago that Bowen was one of the biggest pranksters at his school. The truth is, as I sat in the Tyler library in Santa Monica, I started to feel a little foolish and wished I had just mailed the manuscript instead of delivering it myself because I really don't like being the butt of a joke. I have a good sense of humor—when I’m not the one being laughed at.
Mr. Tyler, Sr., was expected almost hourly. The last steamer in from Honolulu had brought information of the date of the expected sailing of his yacht Toreador, which was now twenty-four hours overdue. Mr. Tyler's assistant secretary, who had been left at home, assured me that there was no doubt but that the Toreador had sailed as promised, since he knew his employer well enough to be positive that nothing short of an act of God would prevent his doing what he had planned to do. I was also aware of the fact that the sending apparatus of the Toreador's wireless equipment was sealed, and that it would only be used in event of dire necessity. There was, therefore, nothing to do but wait, and we waited.
Mr. Tyler, Sr. was expected any moment now. The last steamer from Honolulu had provided news about when his yacht, Toreador, was supposed to set sail, and it was now twenty-four hours behind schedule. Mr. Tyler's assistant secretary, who had stayed back at home, assured me that there was no doubt the Toreador had left as planned, since he knew his boss well enough to be certain that only a major disaster would keep him from following through with his plans. I also knew that the sending device of the Toreador's wireless system was sealed and would only be used in an emergency. So, there was nothing to do but wait, and we waited.
We discussed the manuscript and hazarded guesses concerning it and the strange events it narrated. The torpedoing of the liner upon which Bowen J. Tyler, Jr., had taken passage for France to join the American Ambulance was a well-known fact, and I had further substantiated by wire to the New York office of the owners, that a Miss La Rue had been booked for passage. Further, neither she nor Bowen had been mentioned among the list of survivors; nor had the body of either of them been recovered.
We talked about the manuscript and speculated about it and the strange events it described. The sinking of the ship that Bowen J. Tyler, Jr. was on to head to France and join the American Ambulance was a known fact, and I had confirmed via wire to the New York office of the ship's owners that a Miss La Rue had a ticket for the trip. Moreover, neither she nor Bowen appeared on the list of survivors, and there was no recovery of either of their bodies.
Their rescue by the English tug was entirely probable; the capture of the enemy U-33 by the tug's crew was not beyond the range of possibility; and their adventures during the perilous cruise which the treachery and deceit of Benson extended until they found themselves in the waters of the far South Pacific with depleted stores and poisoned water-casks, while bordering upon the fantastic, appeared logical enough as narrated, event by event, in the manuscript.
Their rescue by the English tug was very likely; catching the enemy U-33 by the tug's crew was also possible; and their experiences during the dangerous journey, which Benson's betrayal and deceit dragged out until they ended up in the far South Pacific with empty supplies and contaminated water barrels, while almost unbelievable, seemed reasonable enough as told, event by event, in the manuscript.
Caprona has always been considered a more or less mythical land, though it is vouched for by an eminent navigator of the eighteenth century; but Bowen's narrative made it seem very real, however many miles of trackless ocean lay between us and it. Yes, the narrative had us guessing. We were agreed that it was most improbable; but neither of us could say that anything which it contained was beyond the range of possibility. The weird flora and fauna of Caspak were as possible under the thick, warm atmospheric conditions of the super-heated crater as they were in the Mesozoic era under almost exactly similar conditions, which were then probably world-wide. The assistant secretary had heard of Caproni and his discoveries, but admitted that he never had taken much stock in the one nor the other. We were agreed that the one statement most difficult of explanation was that which reported the entire absence of human young among the various tribes with which Tyler had had intercourse. This was the one irreconcilable statement of the manuscript. A world of adults! It was impossible.
Caprona has always been seen as a mostly mythical place, though it’s been confirmed by a well-known navigator from the eighteenth century; however, Bowen's story made it seem very real, no matter how many miles of empty ocean separated us from it. Yes, the story had us speculating. We all agreed it was highly unlikely; but neither of us could say that anything in it was completely out of the question. The strange plants and animals of Caspak could exist under the thick, warm atmosphere of the super-heated crater just as they could have in the Mesozoic era under almost identical conditions, which likely covered the entire planet at that time. The assistant secretary had heard of Caproni and his findings but admitted he never really believed in either. We all agreed that the hardest statement to explain was the one claiming there were no human children among the different tribes Tyler had interacted with. This was the one claim in the manuscript that couldn’t be reconciled. A world full of adults! It was unimaginable.
We speculated upon the probable fate of Bradley and his party of English sailors. Tyler had found the graves of two of them; how many more might have perished! And Miss La Rue—could a young girl long have survived the horrors of Caspak after having been separated from all of her own kind? The assistant secretary wondered if Nobs still was with her, and then we both smiled at this tacit acceptance of the truth of the whole uncanny tale:
We wondered about the likely fate of Bradley and his group of English sailors. Tyler had discovered the graves of two of them; how many more might have died? And Miss La Rue—could a young girl have survived the horrors of Caspak for long after being cut off from everyone like her? The assistant secretary pondered if Nobs was still with her, and then we both smiled at this unspoken acceptance of the truth behind the entire strange story:
"I suppose I'm a fool," remarked the assistant secretary; "but by George, I can't help believing it, and I can see that girl now, with the big Airedale at her side protecting her from the terrors of a million years ago. I can visualize the entire scene—the apelike Grimaldi men huddled in their filthy caves; the huge pterodactyls soaring through the heavy air upon their bat-like wings; the mighty dinosaurs moving their clumsy hulks beneath the dark shadows of preglacial forests—the dragons which we considered myths until science taught us that they were the true recollections of the first man, handed down through countless ages by word of mouth from father to son out of the unrecorded dawn of humanity."
"I guess I'm a fool," said the assistant secretary, "but honestly, I can't help believing it, and I can picture that girl now, with the big Airedale by her side, protecting her from the fears of a million years ago. I can see the whole scene—the apelike Grimaldi men huddled in their filthy caves; the massive pterodactyls gliding through the thick air on their bat-like wings; the huge dinosaurs moving their awkward bodies beneath the dark shadows of ancient forests—the dragons that we thought were myths until science showed us that they were actually the real memories of the first humans, passed down through countless generations by word of mouth from father to son since the unrecorded dawn of humanity."
"It is stupendous—if true," I replied. "And to think that possibly they are still there—Tyler and Miss La Rue—surrounded by hideous dangers, and that possibly Bradley still lives, and some of his party! I can't help hoping all the time that Bowen and the girl have found the others; the last Bowen knew of them, there were six left, all told—the mate Bradley, the engineer Olson, and Wilson, Whitely, Brady and Sinclair. There might be some hope for them if they could join forces; but separated, I'm afraid they couldn't last long."
"It’s amazing—if it’s true," I said. "And to think they might still be out there—Tyler and Miss La Rue—surrounded by terrible dangers, and that Bradley might still be alive, along with some of his group! I can't stop hoping that Bowen and the girl have found the others; the last Bowen heard, there were six left in total—the mate Bradley, the engineer Olson, and Wilson, Whitely, Brady, and Sinclair. They might have a chance if they could come together; but apart, I’m afraid they won’t last long."
"If only they hadn't let the German prisoners capture the U-33! Bowen should have had better judgment than to have trusted them at all. The chances are von Schoenvorts succeeded in getting safely back to Kiel and is strutting around with an Iron Cross this very minute. With a large supply of oil from the wells they discovered in Caspak, with plenty of water and ample provisions, there is no reason why they couldn't have negotiated the submerged tunnel beneath the barrier cliffs and made good their escape."
"If only they hadn't allowed the German prisoners to take the U-33! Bowen should have known better than to trust them at all. It's likely that von Schoenvorts made it back to Kiel safely and is walking around with an Iron Cross right now. With a large supply of oil from the wells they found in Caspak, enough water, and plenty of provisions, there’s no reason they couldn’t have gone through the underwater tunnel beneath the barrier cliffs and made a successful escape."
"I don't like 'em," said the assistant secretary; "but sometimes you got to hand it to 'em."
"I don't like them," said the assistant secretary; "but sometimes you have to give them credit."
"Yes," I growled, "and there's nothing I'd enjoy more than handing it to them!" And then the telephone-bell rang.
"Yeah," I said gruffly, "and there's nothing I'd like more than giving it to them!" And then the phone rang.
The assistant secretary answered, and as I watched him, I saw his jaw drop and his face go white. "My God!" he exclaimed as he hung up the receiver as one in a trance. "It can't be!"
The assistant secretary answered, and as I watched him, I saw his jaw drop and his face go pale. "Oh my God!" he exclaimed as he hung up the phone, looking like he was in a daze. "It can't be!"
"What?" I asked.
"What?" I asked.
"Mr. Tyler is dead," he answered in a dull voice. "He died at sea, suddenly, yesterday."
"Mr. Tyler has passed away," he responded in a flat tone. "He suddenly died at sea yesterday."
The next ten days were occupied in burying Mr. Bowen J. Tyler, Sr., and arranging plans for the succor of his son. Mr. Tom Billings, the late Mr. Tyler's secretary, did it all. He is force, energy, initiative and good judgment combined and personified. I never have beheld a more dynamic young man. He handled lawyers, courts and executors as a sculptor handles his modeling clay. He formed, fashioned and forced them to his will. He had been a classmate of Bowen Tyler at college, and a fraternity brother, and before that he had been an impoverished and improvident cow-puncher on one of the great Tyler ranches. Tyler, Sr., had picked him out of thousands of employees and made him; or rather Tyler had given him the opportunity, and then Billings had made himself. Tyler, Jr., as good a judge of men as his father, had taken him into his friendship, and between the two of them they had turned out a man who would have died for a Tyler as quickly as he would have for his flag. Yet there was none of the sycophant or fawner in Billings; ordinarily I do not wax enthusiastic about men, but this man Billings comes as close to my conception of what a regular man should be as any I have ever met. I venture to say that before Bowen J. Tyler sent him to college he had never heard the word ethics, and yet I am equally sure that in all his life he never has transgressed a single tenet of the code of ethics of an American gentleman.
The next ten days were spent burying Mr. Bowen J. Tyler, Sr., and making plans to support his son. Mr. Tom Billings, the late Mr. Tyler's secretary, handled everything. He’s a blend of drive, energy, initiative, and good judgment. I've never seen a more dynamic young man. He dealt with lawyers, courts, and executors like a sculptor with clay. He shaped, molded, and commanded them to follow his lead. He had been a classmate of Bowen Tyler in college and a fraternity brother. Before that, he was a broke and reckless cowhand on one of the major Tyler ranches. Tyler, Sr., chose him from thousands of employees and provided him the opportunity, and then Billings made something of himself. Tyler, Jr., who is just as good at reading people as his father, became friends with him, and together they created a man who would fight for a Tyler just as fiercely as he would for his country. Yet there was nothing sycophantic about Billings; I usually don’t get excited about people, but he comes as close to my idea of what a real man should be as anyone I've ever known. I bet that before Bowen J. Tyler sent him to college, he had never even heard the word ethics, yet I’m equally confident that throughout his life, he has never violated a single principle of the ethical code of an American gentleman.
Ten days after they brought Mr. Tyler's body off the Toreador, we steamed out into the Pacific in search of Caprona. There were forty in the party, including the master and crew of the Toreador; and Billings the indomitable was in command. We had a long and uninteresting search for Caprona, for the old map upon which the assistant secretary had finally located it was most inaccurate. When its grim walls finally rose out of the ocean's mists before us, we were so far south that it was a question as to whether we were in the South Pacific or the Antarctic. Bergs were numerous, and it was very cold.
Ten days after they brought Mr. Tyler's body off the Toreador, we headed out into the Pacific in search of Caprona. There were forty of us, including the captain and crew of the Toreador, and Billings the relentless was in charge. We had a long and boring search for Caprona, as the old map that the assistant secretary had finally found was pretty inaccurate. When the dark cliffs finally appeared out of the ocean's fog before us, we were so far south that it was hard to tell if we were in the South Pacific or the Antarctic. Icebergs were everywhere, and it was really cold.
All during the trip Billings had steadfastly evaded questions as to how we were to enter Caspak after we had found Caprona. Bowen Tyler's manuscript had made it perfectly evident to all that the subterranean outlet of the Caspakian River was the only means of ingress or egress to the crater world beyond the impregnable cliffs. Tyler's party had been able to navigate this channel because their craft had been a submarine; but the Toreador could as easily have flown over the cliffs as sailed under them. Jimmy Hollis and Colin Short whiled away many an hour inventing schemes for surmounting the obstacle presented by the barrier cliffs, and making ridiculous wagers as to which one Tom Billings had in mind; but immediately we were all assured that we had raised Caprona, Billings called us together.
All through the trip, Billings had consistently avoided answering questions about how we would enter Caspak after we discovered Caprona. Bowen Tyler's manuscript had made it clear to everyone that the underground outlet of the Caspakian River was the only way in or out of the crater world beyond the steep cliffs. Tyler's team had managed to navigate this channel because they had a submarine, but the Toreador could just as easily have flown over the cliffs as sailed underneath them. Jimmy Hollis and Colin Short spent many hours coming up with ideas to overcome the challenge posed by the cliffs and making silly bets about what Tom Billings was thinking; however, as soon as we were sure we had found Caprona, Billings gathered us all together.
"There was no use in talking about these things," he said, "until we found the island. At best it can be but conjecture on our part until we have been able to scrutinize the coast closely. Each of us has formed a mental picture of the Capronian seacoast from Bowen's manuscript, and it is not likely that any two of these pictures resemble each other, or that any of them resemble the coast as we shall presently find it. I have in view three plans for scaling the cliffs, and the means for carrying out each is in the hold. There is an electric drill with plenty of waterproof cable to reach from the ship's dynamos to the cliff-top when the Toreador is anchored at a safe distance from shore, and there is sufficient half-inch iron rod to build a ladder from the base to the top of the cliff. It would be a long, arduous and dangerous work to bore the holes and insert the rungs of the ladder from the bottom upward; yet it can be done.
"There’s no point in discussing these things," he said, "until we find the island. At best, it’s just guesswork on our part until we’ve had the chance to closely examine the coast. Each of us has formed a mental image of the Capronian seacoast based on Bowen's manuscript, and it’s unlikely that any two of these images look alike, or that any of them actually match the coast as we’ll soon discover it. I have three plans for climbing the cliffs, and we have the equipment for each of them in the hold. There’s an electric drill with enough waterproof cable to connect from the ship’s generators to the top of the cliff when the Toreador is anchored at a safe distance from shore, and there’s enough half-inch iron rod to build a ladder from the bottom to the top of the cliff. It would be a long, tough, and risky job to drill the holes and insert the ladder rungs from the bottom up; but it can be done."
"I also have a life-saving mortar with which we might be able to throw a line over the summit of the cliffs; but this plan would necessitate one of us climbing to the top with the chances more than even that the line would cut at the summit, or the hooks at the upper end would slip.
"I also have a life-saving mortar that we could use to throw a line over the top of the cliffs; but this plan would require one of us to climb to the top, with the odds more than even that the line would get cut at the top, or the hooks at the upper end would slip."
"My third plan seems to me the most feasible. You all saw a number of large, heavy boxes lowered into the hold before we sailed. I know you did, because you asked me what they contained and commented upon the large letter 'H' which was painted upon each box. These boxes contain the various parts of a hydro-aeroplane. I purpose assembling this upon the strip of beach described in Bowen's manuscript—the beach where he found the dead body of the apelike man—provided there is sufficient space above high water; otherwise we shall have to assemble it on deck and lower it over the side. After it is assembled, I shall carry tackle and ropes to the cliff-top, and then it will be comparatively simple to hoist the search-party and its supplies in safety. Or I can make a sufficient number of trips to land the entire party in the valley beyond the barrier; all will depend, of course, upon what my first reconnaissance reveals."
"My third plan seems to be the most practical. You all saw a bunch of large, heavy boxes being lowered into the hold before we left. I know you noticed because you asked me what they were and commented on the big letter 'H' painted on each box. These boxes hold the different parts of a hydro-aeroplane. I plan to put it together on the stretch of beach described in Bowen's manuscript—the beach where he found the dead apelike man—assuming there’s enough space above high water; if not, we’ll have to assemble it on deck and lower it over the side. Once it's assembled, I’ll take tackle and ropes to the top of the cliff, and then it will be relatively easy to lift the search party and their supplies safely. Alternatively, I can make enough trips to safely land the whole party in the valley beyond the barrier; everything will depend on what my initial exploration reveals."
That afternoon we steamed slowly along the face of Caprona's towering barrier.
That afternoon, we slowly moved along the impressive cliffs of Caprona.
"You see now," remarked Billings as we craned our necks to scan the summit thousands of feet above us, "how futile it would have been to waste our time in working out details of a plan to surmount those." And he jerked his thumb toward the cliffs. "It would take weeks, possibly months, to construct a ladder to the top. I had no conception of their formidable height. Our mortar would not carry a line halfway to the crest of the lowest point. There is no use discussing any plan other than the hydro-aeroplane. We'll find the beach and get busy."
"You see now," Billings said as we tilted our heads to look at the peak thousands of feet above us, "how pointless it would have been to waste our time working out the details of a plan to get over those." He pointed toward the cliffs. "It would take weeks, maybe months, to build a ladder to the top. I had no idea how high they really are. Our materials wouldn't even reach halfway to the lowest point. There's no point in discussing any plan other than the hydro-aeroplane. We'll find the beach and get to work."
Late the following morning the lookout announced that he could discern surf about a mile ahead; and as we approached, we all saw the line of breakers broken by a long sweep of rolling surf upon a narrow beach. The launch was lowered, and five of us made a landing, getting a good ducking in the ice-cold waters in the doing of it; but we were rewarded by the finding of the clean-picked bones of what might have been the skeleton of a high order of ape or a very low order of man, lying close to the base of the cliff. Billings was satisfied, as were the rest of us, that this was the beach mentioned by Bowen, and we further found that there was ample room to assemble the sea-plane.
Late the next morning, the lookout called out that he could see surf about a mile ahead; and as we got closer, we all spotted the line of breakers interrupted by a long stretch of rolling surf on a narrow beach. The launch was lowered, and five of us went ashore, getting soaked in the ice-cold water in the process; but we were rewarded by finding the clean-picked bones of what might have been the skeleton of a high-order ape or a very low-order human, lying near the base of the cliff. Billings, like the rest of us, was convinced that this was the beach Bowen mentioned, and we also discovered that there was plenty of space to assemble the seaplane.
Billings, having arrived at a decision, lost no time in acting, with the result that before mid-afternoon we had landed all the large boxes marked "H" upon the beach, and were busily engaged in opening them. Two days later the plane was assembled and tuned. We loaded tackles and ropes, water, food and ammunition in it, and then we each implored Billings to let us be the one to accompany him. But he would take no one. That was Billings; if there was any especially difficult or dangerous work to be done, that one man could do, Billings always did it himself. If he needed assistance, he never called for volunteers—just selected the man or men he considered best qualified for the duty. He said that he considered the principles underlying all volunteer service fundamentally wrong, and that it seemed to him that calling for volunteers reflected upon the courage and loyalty of the entire command.
Billings, having made a decision, wasted no time acting on it, so by mid-afternoon we had unloaded all the large boxes labeled "H" onto the beach and were busy opening them. Two days later, the plane was assembled and tuned. We loaded tackle and ropes, water, food, and ammunition into it, and then we each begged Billings to let us be the one to go with him. But he wouldn’t take anyone. That was Billings; if there was any particularly tough or dangerous job to do that one man could handle, Billings always did it himself. If he needed help, he never asked for volunteers—he just chose the person or people he thought were best suited for the task. He believed that the principles behind all volunteer service were fundamentally flawed and that asking for volunteers made it seem like he doubted the courage and loyalty of the whole team.
We rolled the plane down to the water's edge, and Billings mounted the pilot's seat. There was a moment's delay as he assured himself that he had everything necessary. Jimmy Hollis went over his armament and ammunition to see that nothing had been omitted. Besides pistol and rifle, there was the machine-gun mounted in front of him on the plane, and ammunition for all three. Bowen's account of the terrors of Caspak had impressed us all with the necessity for proper means of defense.
We brought the plane to the water's edge, and Billings got into the pilot's seat. There was a brief pause as he made sure he had everything he needed. Jimmy Hollis checked his weapons and ammo to confirm that nothing was missing. In addition to the pistol and rifle, there was the machine gun mounted in front of him on the plane, along with ammo for all three. Bowen's story about the dangers of Caspak had made it clear to all of us how important it was to have proper defenses.
At last all was ready. The motor was started, and we pushed the plane out into the surf. A moment later, and she was skimming seaward. Gently she rose from the surface of the water, executed a wide spiral as she mounted rapidly, circled once far above us and then disappeared over the crest of the cliffs. We all stood silent and expectant, our eyes glued upon the towering summit above us. Hollis, who was now in command, consulted his wrist-watch at frequent intervals.
At last, everything was ready. The engine started, and we pushed the plane into the waves. A moment later, it was gliding out to sea. Smoothly, it lifted off the water, made a wide spiral as it quickly climbed, circled above us once, then vanished over the edge of the cliffs. We all stood quietly, watching with anticipation, our eyes fixed on the towering peak above us. Hollis, now in charge, checked his watch frequently.
"Gad," exclaimed Short, "we ought to be hearing from him pretty soon!"
"Gosh," Short exclaimed, "we should be hearing from him any minute now!"
Hollis laughed nervously. "He's been gone only ten minutes," he announced.
Hollis chuckled anxiously. "He's only been gone for ten minutes," he said.
"Seems like an hour," snapped Short. "What's that? Did you hear that? He's firing! It's the machine-gun! Oh, Lord; and here we are as helpless as a lot of old ladies ten thousand miles away! We can't do a thing. We don't know what's happening. Why didn't he let one of us go with him?"
"Feels like it's been an hour," Short exclaimed. "What's that? Did you hear that? He's shooting! It's the machine gun! Oh man; and here we are, just as helpless as a bunch of old ladies ten thousand miles away! We can't do anything. We have no idea what's going on. Why didn't he let one of us go with him?"
Yes, it was the machine-gun. We would hear it distinctly for at least a minute. Then came silence. That was two weeks ago. We have had no sign nor signal from Tom Billings since.
Yes, it was the machine gun. We could hear it clearly for at least a minute. Then came silence. That was two weeks ago. We haven't had any sign or message from Tom Billings since.
Chapter 2
I'll never forget my first impressions of Caspak as I circled in, high over the surrounding cliffs. From the plane I looked down through a mist upon the blurred landscape beneath me. The hot, humid atmosphere of Caspak condenses as it is fanned by the cold Antarctic air-currents which sweep across the crater's top, sending a tenuous ribbon of vapor far out across the Pacific. Through this the picture gave one the suggestion of a colossal impressionistic canvas in greens and browns and scarlets and yellows surrounding the deep blue of the inland sea—just blobs of color taking form through the tumbling mist.
I'll never forget my first impressions of Caspak as I flew in, high above the surrounding cliffs. From the plane, I looked down through a mist at the blurry landscape beneath me. The hot, humid air of Caspak condenses as it mixes with the cold Antarctic air currents sweeping across the crater's top, sending a thin ribbon of vapor far out over the Pacific. Through this, the view resembled a giant impressionistic painting in greens, browns, scarlets, and yellows surrounding the deep blue of the inland sea—just blobs of color taking shape through the swirling mist.
I dived close to the cliffs and skirted them for several miles without finding the least indication of a suitable landing-place; and then I swung back at a lower level, looking for a clearing close to the bottom of the mighty escarpment; but I could find none of sufficient area to insure safety. I was flying pretty low by this time, not only looking for landing places but watching the myriad life beneath me. I was down pretty well toward the south end of the island, where an arm of the lake reaches far inland, and I could see the surface of the water literally black with creatures of some sort. I was too far up to recognize individuals, but the general impression was of a vast army of amphibious monsters. The land was almost equally alive with crawling, leaping, running, flying things. It was one of the latter which nearly did for me while my attention was fixed upon the weird scene below.
I dove close to the cliffs and flew alongside them for several miles without finding any sign of a good landing spot. Then I circled back at a lower altitude, searching for an open area near the bottom of the steep cliff, but I couldn't find any space big enough to be safe. By this time, I was flying pretty low, not only looking for landing spots but also watching the countless creatures below me. I was near the southern end of the island, where a part of the lake extends far inland, and I could see the water's surface was literally black with some kind of creatures. I was too high up to identify them, but the overall impression was of a huge army of amphibious monsters. The land was nearly as lively, filled with crawling, leaping, running, and flying creatures. It was one of the flying ones that nearly got me while I was focused on the bizarre scene below.
The first intimation I had of it was the sudden blotting out of the sunlight from above, and as I glanced quickly up, I saw a most terrific creature swooping down upon me. It must have been fully eighty feet long from the end of its long, hideous beak to the tip of its thick, short tail, with an equal spread of wings. It was coming straight for me and hissing frightfully—I could hear it above the whir of the propeller. It was coming straight down toward the muzzle of the machine-gun and I let it have it right in the breast; but still it came for me, so that I had to dive and turn, though I was dangerously close to earth.
The first hint I got of it was when the sunlight above vanished suddenly, and as I looked up quickly, I saw a terrifying creature diving toward me. It must have been about eighty feet long from the tip of its ugly beak to the end of its thick, short tail, with an equal wingspan. It was heading straight for me, hissing loudly—I could hear it over the noise of the propeller. It was coming directly down toward the muzzle of the machine gun, and I fired at it right in the chest; but it still kept coming, forcing me to dive and turn, even though I was dangerously close to the ground.
The thing didn't miss me by a dozen feet, and when I rose, it wheeled and followed me, but only to the cooler air close to the level of the cliff-tops; there it turned again and dropped. Something—man's natural love of battle and the chase, I presume—impelled me to pursue it, and so I too circled and dived. The moment I came down into the warm atmosphere of Caspak, the creature came for me again, rising above me so that it might swoop down upon me. Nothing could better have suited my armament, since my machine-gun was pointed upward at an angle of about 45° and could not be either depressed or elevated by the pilot. If I had brought someone along with me, we could have raked the great reptile from almost any position, but as the creature's mode of attack was always from above, he always found me ready with a hail of bullets. The battle must have lasted a minute or more before the thing suddenly turned completely over in the air and fell to the ground.
The thing missed me by about twelve feet, and when I stood up, it turned and followed me, but only to the cooler air near the cliff tops; there it turned again and dropped. Something—maybe man's natural love of battle and the chase—drove me to chase it, so I circled and dove after it. The moment I entered the warm air of Caspak, the creature came at me again, rising above me to swoop down. This worked perfectly with my weapon, since my machine gun was aimed up at a 45° angle and I couldn’t lower or raise it. If I had brought someone with me, we could have attacked the huge reptile from almost any angle, but since the creature always attacked from above, it always found me ready with a shower of bullets. The fight must have lasted a minute or more before the thing suddenly flipped completely over in the air and crashed to the ground.
Bowen and I roomed together at college, and I learned a lot from him outside my regular course. He was a pretty good scholar despite his love of fun, and his particular hobby was paleontology. He used to tell me about the various forms of animal and vegetable life which had covered the globe during former eras, and so I was pretty well acquainted with the fishes, amphibians, reptiles, and mammals of paleolithic times. I knew that the thing that had attacked me was some sort of pterodactyl which should have been extinct millions of years ago. It was all that I needed to realize that Bowen had exaggerated nothing in his manuscript.
Bowen and I shared a dorm room in college, and I learned a lot from him beyond my regular classes. He was a pretty decent student despite his love for having fun, and his main hobby was paleontology. He would tell me about the different types of animal and plant life that had existed on Earth during earlier periods, so I became quite familiar with the fish, amphibians, reptiles, and mammals from the Paleolithic era. I understood that the creature that attacked me was some kind of pterodactyl that should have been extinct for millions of years. That was all I needed to realize that Bowen hadn’t exaggerated anything in his manuscript.
Having disposed of my first foe, I set myself once more to search for a landing-place near to the base of the cliffs beyond which my party awaited me. I knew how anxious they would be for word from me, and I was equally anxious to relieve their minds and also to get them and our supplies well within Caspak, so that we might set off about our business of finding and rescuing Bowen Tyler; but the pterodactyl's carcass had scarcely fallen before I was surrounded by at least a dozen of the hideous things, some large, some small, but all bent upon my destruction. I could not cope with them all, and so I rose rapidly from among them to the cooler strata wherein they dared not follow; and then I recalled that Bowen's narrative distinctly indicated that the farther north one traveled in Caspak, the fewer were the terrible reptiles which rendered human life impossible at the southern end of the island.
After taking care of my first enemy, I set out again to find a place to land near the base of the cliffs where my group was waiting for me. I knew they’d be worrying about me, and I wanted to ease their minds while also getting them and our supplies safely into Caspak, so we could start our mission to find and rescue Bowen Tyler. But before I knew it, the carcass of the pterodactyl had barely hit the ground when I was suddenly surrounded by at least a dozen of those hideous creatures, some large, some small, but all intent on destroying me. I couldn’t handle them all, so I quickly ascended to a higher level where they wouldn’t follow. Then I remembered that Bowen's account clearly stated that the further north you went in Caspak, the fewer of those terrible reptiles there were that made life impossible at the southern end of the island.
There seemed nothing now but to search out a more northerly landing-place and then return to the Toreador and transport my companions, two by two, over the cliffs and deposit them at the rendezvous. As I flew north, the temptation to explore overcame me. I knew that I could easily cover Caspak and return to the beach with less petrol than I had in my tanks; and there was the hope, too, that I might find Bowen or some of his party. The broad expanse of the inland sea lured me out over its waters, and as I crossed, I saw at either extremity of the great body of water an island—one to the south and one to the north; but I did not alter my course to examine either closely, leaving that to a later time.
There was nothing left to do but find a more northern landing spot and then go back to the Toreador to take my friends, two at a time, over the cliffs and drop them off at the meeting point. As I headed north, the urge to explore got the better of me. I realized I could easily check out Caspak and still make it back to the beach with less fuel than I had in my tanks; plus, there was a chance I might find Bowen or some of his group. The wide stretch of the inland sea tempted me to fly over its waters, and as I crossed, I spotted an island at either end of the large body of water—one to the south and one to the north. However, I didn’t change my course to look more closely at either one, saving that for later.
The further shore of the sea revealed a much narrower strip of land between the cliffs and the water than upon the western side; but it was a hillier and more open country. There were splendid landing-places, and in the distance, toward the north, I thought I descried a village; but of that I was not positive. However, as I approached the land, I saw a number of human figures apparently pursuing one who fled across a broad expanse of meadow. As I dropped lower to have a better look at these people, they caught the whirring of my propellers and looked aloft. They paused an instant—pursuers and pursued; and then they broke and raced for the shelter of the nearest wood. Almost instantaneously a huge bulk swooped down upon me, and as I looked up, I realized that there were flying reptiles even in this part of Caspak. The creature dived for my right wing so quickly that nothing but a sheer drop could have saved me. I was already close to the ground, so that my maneuver was extremely dangerous; but I was in a fair way of making it successfully when I saw that I was too closely approaching a large tree. My effort to dodge the tree and the pterodactyl at the same time resulted disastrously. One wing touched an upper branch; the plane tipped and swung around, and then, out of control, dashed into the branches of the tree, where it came to rest, battered and torn, forty feet above the ground.
The far side of the sea showed a much narrower strip of land between the cliffs and the water than on the western side; however, it was a hillier and more open landscape. There were great spots to land, and in the distance, to the north, I thought I spotted a village, but I wasn't sure. As I got closer to the land, I saw several people seemingly chasing someone who was running across a wide meadow. When I lowered my altitude to get a better look at them, they heard the whirring of my propellers and looked up. They paused for a moment—both the pursuers and the one being chased—and then they scattered, racing for the nearest woods. Almost right away, a massive creature swooped down at me, and as I looked up, I realized that there were flying reptiles even in this part of Caspak. The creature dove for my right wing so quickly that I couldn’t have avoided it by dropping straight down. I was already close to the ground, making my maneuver very risky; but I was on track to pull it off when I saw I was getting too close to a large tree. My attempt to avoid both the tree and the pterodactyl at the same time ended badly. One wing brushed against an upper branch; the plane tipped and swung around, and then, out of control, crashed into the branches of the tree, where it finally came to a stop, battered and torn, forty feet up.
Hissing loudly, the huge reptile swept close above the tree in which my plane had lodged, circled twice over me and then flapped away toward the south. As I guessed then and was to learn later, forests are the surest sanctuary from these hideous creatures, which, with their enormous spread of wing and their great weight, are as much out of place among trees as is a seaplane.
Hissing loudly, the huge reptile swooped close above the tree where my plane was stuck, circled twice around me, and then flew away toward the south. As I guessed then and later discovered, forests are the safest refuge from these terrifying creatures, which, with their massive wingspan and heavy bodies, don't belong among the trees any more than a seaplane does.
For a minute or so I clung there to my battered flyer, now useless beyond redemption, my brain numbed by the frightful catastrophe that had befallen me. All my plans for the succor of Bowen and Miss La Rue had depended upon this craft, and in a few brief minutes my own selfish love of adventure had wrecked their hopes and mine. And what effect it might have upon the future of the balance of the rescuing expedition I could not even guess. Their lives, too, might be sacrificed to my suicidal foolishness. That I was doomed seemed inevitable; but I can honestly say that the fate of my friends concerned me more greatly than did my own.
For about a minute, I clung to my beaten-up flyer, now completely useless, my mind numb from the shocking disaster that had happened to me. All my plans to help Bowen and Miss La Rue relied on this craft, and in just a few minutes, my own selfish love of adventure had ruined their hopes and mine. I couldn’t even guess how this would affect the rest of the rescue mission. Their lives could also be at risk because of my reckless foolishness. I felt doomed, but I can honestly say that I was more worried about my friends’ fate than my own.
Beyond the barrier cliffs my party was even now nervously awaiting my return. Presently apprehension and fear would claim them—and they would never know! They would attempt to scale the cliffs—of that I was sure; but I was not so positive that they would succeed; and after a while they would turn back, what there were left of them, and go sadly and mournfully upon their return journey to home. Home! I set my jaws and tried to forget the word, for I knew that I should never again see home.
Beyond the barrier cliffs, my group was anxiously waiting for me to come back. Soon, anxiety and fear would take over them—and they would never understand! They would try to climb the cliffs—I was sure of that; but I wasn’t so sure they would make it. Eventually, those who remained would turn back and head home, sadly and mournfully. Home! I clenched my jaw and tried to push the thought away, knowing that I would never see home again.
And what of Bowen and his girl? I had doomed them too. They would never even know that an attempt had been made to rescue them. If they still lived, they might some day come upon the ruined remnants of this great plane hanging in its lofty sepulcher and hazard vain guesses and be filled with wonder; but they would never know; and I could not but be glad that they would not know that Tom Billings had sealed their death-warrants by his criminal selfishness.
And what about Bowen and his girl? I had doomed them too. They would never even know that someone had tried to rescue them. If they were still alive, they might someday stumble upon the wreckage of this great plane up in its high resting place and make wild guesses and be filled with wonder; but they would never know. And I couldn't help but feel relief that they wouldn't know that Tom Billings had caused their deaths through his selfish actions.
All these useless regrets were getting me in a bad way; but at last I shook myself and tried to put such things out of my mind and take hold of conditions as they existed and do my level best to wrest victory from defeat. I was badly shaken up and bruised, but considered myself mighty lucky to escape with my life. The plane hung at a precarious angle, so that it was with difficulty and considerable danger that I climbed from it into the tree and then to the ground.
All these pointless regrets were making me feel terrible; but finally, I pulled myself together and tried to clear my head, focusing on the situation as it was and doing my best to turn failure into success. I was pretty shaken and sore, but I felt really lucky to have escaped with my life. The plane was tilted dangerously, so getting out of it and climbing into the tree, then down to the ground, was quite difficult and risky.
My predicament was grave. Between me and my friends lay an inland sea fully sixty miles wide at this point and an estimated land-distance of some three hundred miles around the northern end of the sea, through such hideous dangers as I am perfectly free to admit had me pretty well buffaloed. I had seen quite enough of Caspak this day to assure me that Bowen had in no way exaggerated its perils. As a matter of fact, I am inclined to believe that he had become so accustomed to them before he started upon his manuscript that he rather slighted them. As I stood there beneath that tree—a tree which should have been part of a coal-bed countless ages since—and looked out across a sea teeming with frightful life—life which should have been fossil before God conceived of Adam—I would not have given a minim of stale beer for my chances of ever seeing my friends or the outside world again; yet then and there I swore to fight my way as far through this hideous land as circumstances would permit. I had plenty of ammunition, an automatic pistol and a heavy rifle—the latter one of twenty added to our equipment on the strength of Bowen's description of the huge beasts of prey which ravaged Caspak. My greatest danger lay in the hideous reptilia whose low nervous organizations permitted their carnivorous instincts to function for several minutes after they had ceased to live.
My situation was serious. Between me and my friends was an inland sea, about sixty miles wide at this point, and an estimated land distance of around three hundred miles around the northern end of the sea, through some terrifying dangers that I freely admit left me feeling pretty overwhelmed. I had seen enough of Caspak that day to confirm that Bowen hadn’t exaggerated its dangers at all. In fact, I think he had gotten so used to them before he started writing that he underestimated them. As I stood under that tree—a tree that should have been part of a coal bed ages ago—and looked out at a sea full of terrifying life—life that should have been fossilized long before God created Adam—I wouldn’t have given a bit of stale beer for my chances of ever finding my friends or returning to the outside world; yet right then and there I promised myself to fight my way through this dangerous land as far as I could. I had plenty of ammo, an automatic pistol, and a heavy rifle—the latter being one of twenty added to our gear based on Bowen's account of the massive predators that roamed Caspak. My biggest threat came from the horrible reptiles whose simple nervous systems allowed their predatory instincts to operate for several minutes after they had died.
But to these things I gave less thought than to the sudden frustration of all our plans. With the bitterest of thoughts I condemned myself for the foolish weakness that had permitted me to be drawn from the main object of my flight into premature and useless exploration. It seemed to me then that I must be totally eliminated from further search for Bowen, since, as I estimated it, the three hundred miles of Caspakian territory I must traverse to reach the base of the cliffs beyond which my party awaited me were practically impassable for a single individual unaccustomed to Caspakian life and ignorant of all that lay before him. Yet I could not give up hope entirely. My duty lay clear before me; I must follow it while life remained to me, and so I set forth toward the north.
But I focused less on these things and more on the sudden frustration of all our plans. With my deepest thoughts, I criticized myself for the foolish weakness that had led me away from the main goal of my escape into pointless and early exploration. At that moment, it seemed to me that I would have to completely abandon any further search for Bowen, since, based on my estimation, the three hundred miles of Caspakian territory I needed to cross to reach the base of the cliffs where my group was waiting were nearly impossible for an individual unprepared for life in Caspak and unaware of what lay ahead. Still, I couldn't completely give up hope. My duty was clear; I had to pursue it for as long as I had life, so I set out toward the north.
The country through which I took my way was as lovely as it was unusual—I had almost said unearthly, for the plants, the trees, the blooms were not of the earth that I knew. They were larger, the colors more brilliant and the shapes startling, some almost to grotesqueness, though even such added to the charm and romance of the landscape as the giant cacti render weirdly beautiful the waste spots of the sad Mohave. And over all the sun shone huge and round and red, a monster sun above a monstrous world, its light dispersed by the humid air of Caspak—the warm, moist air which lies sluggish upon the breast of this great mother of life, Nature's mightiest incubator.
The country I traveled through was as beautiful as it was strange—I could almost say otherworldly, because the plants, trees, and flowers were unlike anything I had ever seen. They were bigger, the colors were more vibrant, and the shapes were surprising, some almost grotesque, though even those added to the charm and romance of the landscape, much like how giant cacti make the desolate areas of the sad Mojave eerily beautiful. And above it all, the sun shone large, round, and red, a massive sun over a massive world, its light diffused by the humid air of Caspak—the warm, moist air that lingers heavily over this great mother of life, the most powerful incubator of Nature.
All about me, in every direction, was life. It moved through the tree-tops and among the boles; it displayed itself in widening and intermingling circles upon the bosom of the sea; it leaped from the depths; I could hear it in a dense wood at my right, the murmur of it rising and falling in ceaseless volumes of sound, riven at intervals by a horrid scream or a thunderous roar which shook the earth; and always I was haunted by that inexplicable sensation that unseen eyes were watching me, that soundless feet dogged my trail. I am neither nervous nor highstrung; but the burden of responsibility upon me weighed heavily, so that I was more cautious than is my wont. I turned often to right and left and rear lest I be surprised, and I carried my rifle at the ready in my hand. Once I could have sworn that among the many creatures dimly perceived amidst the shadows of the wood I saw a human figure dart from one cover to another, but I could not be sure.
All around me, in every direction, there was life. It flowed through the treetops and among the trunks; it showed itself in expanding and intertwining circles on the surface of the sea; it sprang from the depths; I could hear it in a thick forest to my right, the murmur rising and falling in constant waves of sound, occasionally interrupted by a chilling scream or a thunderous roar that shook the ground; and I was always haunted by that strange feeling that unseen eyes were watching me, that soundless footsteps were following my path. I'm neither nervous nor overly sensitive; but the weight of responsibility on me felt heavy, making me more cautious than usual. I frequently looked to my right and left and behind me to avoid being caught off guard, and I kept my rifle ready in my hand. At one point, I could have sworn I saw a human figure dart between the shadows of the woods, but I couldn't be certain.
For the most part I skirted the wood, making occasional detours rather than enter those forbidding depths of gloom, though many times I was forced to pass through arms of the forest which extended to the very shore of the inland sea. There was so sinister a suggestion in the uncouth sounds and the vague glimpses of moving things within the forest, of the menace of strange beasts and possibly still stranger men, that I always breathed more freely when I had passed once more into open country.
For the most part, I avoided the woods, taking occasional detours instead of entering those dark and scary depths. Still, many times I had to pass through parts of the forest that reached right up to the edge of the inland sea. The eerie sounds and the glimpses of moving things in the woods suggested danger from strange creatures and possibly even stranger people, so I always felt relieved when I was back in open land.
I had traveled northward for perhaps an hour, still haunted by the conviction that I was being stalked by some creature which kept always hidden among the trees and shrubbery to my right and a little to my rear, when for the hundredth time I was attracted by a sound from that direction, and turning, saw some animal running rapidly through the forest toward me. There was no longer any effort on its part at concealment; it came on through the underbrush swiftly, and I was confident that whatever it was, it had finally gathered the courage to charge me boldly. Before it finally broke into plain view, I became aware that it was not alone, for a few yards in its rear a second thing thrashed through the leafy jungle. Evidently I was to be attacked in force by a pair of hunting beasts or men.
I had been traveling north for about an hour, still haunted by the feeling that something was stalking me from the trees and bushes to my right and slightly behind me. For the hundredth time, I heard a noise from that direction, and when I turned, I saw an animal racing through the forest towards me. It was no longer trying to hide; it charged through the underbrush quickly, and I was sure that whatever it was had finally mustered the courage to confront me directly. Before it came into full view, I noticed it wasn’t alone—just a few yards behind it, a second creature was pushing its way through the leafy undergrowth. Clearly, I was about to be attacked by a pair of hunting beasts or perhaps humans.
And then through the last clump of waving ferns broke the figure of the foremost creature, which came leaping toward me on light feet as I stood with my rifle to my shoulder covering the point at which I had expected it would emerge. I must have looked foolish indeed if my surprise and consternation were in any way reflected upon my countenance as I lowered my rifle and gazed incredulous at the lithe figure of the girl speeding swiftly in my direction. But I did not have long to stand thus with lowered weapon, for as she came, I saw her cast an affrighted glance over her shoulder, and at the same moment there broke from the jungle at the same spot at which I had seen her, the hugest cat I had ever looked upon.
And then, through the last cluster of swaying ferns, the first creature appeared, leaping toward me on light feet as I stood with my rifle raised, aiming at the spot where I expected it to come out. I must have looked pretty foolish if my surprise and shock were reflected on my face as I lowered my rifle and stared in disbelief at the quick figure of the girl rushing toward me. But I didn’t have long to stand there with my weapon down, because as she approached, I saw her glance back in fear, and at that same moment, the biggest cat I had ever seen burst out of the jungle from the same spot where I had seen her.
At first I took the beast for a saber-tooth tiger, as it was quite the most fearsome-appearing beast one could imagine; but it was not that dread monster of the past, though quite formidable enough to satisfy the most fastidious thrill-hunter. On it came, grim and terrible, its baleful eyes glaring above its distended jaws, its lips curled in a frightful snarl which exposed a whole mouthful of formidable teeth. At sight of me it had abandoned its impetuous rush and was now sneaking slowly toward us; while the girl, a long knife in her hand, took her stand bravely at my left and a little to my rear. She had called something to me in a strange tongue as she raced toward me, and now she spoke again; but what she said I could not then, of course, know—only that her tones were sweet, well modulated and free from any suggestion of panic.
At first, I thought the creature was a saber-toothed tiger because it was the most terrifying beast you could imagine. But it wasn't that dreaded monster from the past, though it was definitely scary enough to thrill even the pickiest adventure seeker. It advanced, grim and menacing, its fierce eyes glaring above its gaping jaws, its lips curled in a horrible snarl that revealed a mouth full of sharp teeth. Upon seeing me, it stopped its frantic charge and now crept slowly toward us. The girl, with a long knife in her hand, bravely positioned herself at my left and slightly behind me. She had shouted something to me in a strange language as she ran toward me, and now she spoke again; but I couldn't understand what she was saying—only that her voice was sweet, well-modulated, and gave no hint of fear.
Facing the huge cat, which I now saw was an enormous panther, I waited until I could place a shot where I felt it would do the most good, for at best a frontal shot at any of the large carnivora is a ticklish matter. I had some advantage in that the beast was not charging; its head was held low and its back exposed; and so at forty yards I took careful aim at its spine at the junction of neck and shoulders. But at the same instant, as though sensing my intention, the great creature lifted its head and leaped forward in full charge. To fire at that sloping forehead I knew would be worse than useless, and so I quickly shifted my aim and pulled the trigger, hoping against hope that the soft-nosed bullet and the heavy charge of powder would have sufficient stopping effect to give me time to place a second shot.
Facing the massive cat, which I now recognized as a huge panther, I waited until I could take a shot that would be most effective, since a frontal shot on any large carnivore is a risky situation. I had some advantage because the animal wasn’t charging; its head was low, and its back was exposed. So, at forty yards, I carefully aimed for its spine at the junction of its neck and shoulders. But at that exact moment, as if sensing my intent, the great creature lifted its head and leaped forward in a full charge. I knew that shooting at its sloping forehead would be more harmful than helpful, so I quickly adjusted my aim and pulled the trigger, hoping desperately that the soft-nosed bullet and the heavy charge of powder would have enough stopping power to give me time to take a second shot.
In answer to the report of the rifle I had the satisfaction of seeing the brute spring into the air, turning a complete somersault; but it was up again almost instantly, though in the brief second that it took it to scramble to its feet and get its bearings, it exposed its left side fully toward me, and a second bullet went crashing through its heart. Down it went for the second time—and then up and at me. The vitality of these creatures of Caspak is one of the marvelous features of this strange world and bespeaks the low nervous organization of the old paleolithic life which has been so long extinct in other portions of the world.
In response to the sound of the rifle, I felt a rush of satisfaction as I watched the creature leap into the air, performing a complete somersault; but it was back on its feet almost immediately. In the brief moment it took to get its bearings, it turned its left side fully toward me, and a second bullet crashed through its heart. It fell for the second time—and then got right back up and charged at me. The resilience of these creatures from Caspak is one of the amazing aspects of this strange world and reflects the primitive nervous system of the ancient paleolithic life that has long disappeared in other parts of the world.
I put a third bullet into the beast at three paces, and then I thought that I was done for; but it rolled over and stopped at my feet, stone dead. I found that my second bullet had torn its heart almost completely away, and yet it had lived to charge ferociously upon me, and but for my third shot would doubtless have slain me before it finally expired—or as Bowen Tyler so quaintly puts it, before it knew that it was dead.
I shot the creature a third time from three paces away, thinking I was finished; but it fell over at my feet, lifeless. I realized that my second bullet had nearly ripped its heart out, and yet it had still managed to charge at me fiercely. If it weren't for my third shot, it probably would have killed me before it finally realized it was dead—or as Bowen Tyler puts it so charmingly, before it knew it was dead.
With the panther quite evidently conscious of the fact that dissolution had overtaken it, I turned toward the girl, who was regarding me with evident admiration and not a little awe, though I must admit that my rifle claimed quite as much of her attention as did I. She was quite the most wonderful animal that I have ever looked upon, and what few of her charms her apparel hid, it quite effectively succeeded in accentuating. A bit of soft, undressed leather was caught over her left shoulder and beneath her right breast, falling upon her left side to her hip and upon the right to a metal band which encircled her leg above the knee and to which the lowest point of the hide was attached. About her waist was a loose leather belt, to the center of which was attached the scabbard belonging to her knife. There was a single armlet between her right shoulder and elbow, and a series of them covered her left forearm from elbow to wrist. These, I learned later, answered the purpose of a shield against knife attack when the left arm is raised in guard across the breast or face.
With the panther clearly aware that it was defeated, I turned to the girl, who was looking at me with clear admiration and a bit of awe, although I have to admit that my rifle caught just as much of her attention. She was the most amazing person I had ever seen, and whatever features her outfit concealed, it did a great job highlighting. A piece of soft, unrefined leather was draped over her left shoulder and under her right breast, flowing down her left side to her hip and on the right to a metal band around her thigh above the knee, which held the leather in place. Around her waist was a loose leather belt, with the scabbard for her knife attached at the center. She wore a single armlet between her right shoulder and elbow, and a series of them covered her left forearm from elbow to wrist. I later learned that these served as protection against knife attacks when the left arm is raised to guard her chest or face.
Her masses of heavy hair were held in place by a broad metal band which bore a large triangular ornament directly in the center of her forehead. This ornament appeared to be a huge turquoise, while the metal of all her ornaments was beaten, virgin gold, inlaid in intricate design with bits of mother-of-pearl and tiny pieces of stone of various colors. From the left shoulder depended a leopard's tail, while her feet were shod with sturdy little sandals. The knife was her only weapon. Its blade was of iron, the grip was wound with hide and protected by a guard of three out-bowing strips of flat iron, and upon the top of the hilt was a knob of gold.
Her thick hair was held back by a wide metal band featuring a large triangular ornament right in the center of her forehead. This ornament looked like a huge turquoise, and all her jewelry was made of beaten, pure gold, inlaid with intricate designs of mother-of-pearl and tiny pieces of colorful stone. A leopard’s tail hung from her left shoulder, and her feet were fitted with sturdy little sandals. The knife was her only weapon. Its blade was made of iron, the handle wrapped in hide and protected by a guard of three curved strips of flat iron, and a gold knob topped the hilt.
I took in much of this in the few seconds during which we stood facing each other, and I also observed another salient feature of her appearance: she was frightfully dirty! Her face and limbs and garment were streaked with mud and perspiration, and yet even so, I felt that I had never looked upon so perfect and beautiful a creature as she. Her figure beggars description, and equally so, her face. Were I one of these writer-fellows, I should probably say that her features were Grecian, but being neither a writer nor a poet I can do her greater justice by saying that she combined all of the finest lines that one sees in the typical American girl's face rather than the pronounced sheeplike physiognomy of the Greek goddess. No, even the dirt couldn't hide that fact; she was beautiful beyond compare.
I took in a lot of this in the few seconds we stood facing each other, and I also noticed another striking aspect of her appearance: she was incredibly dirty! Her face, arms, and clothes were covered in mud and sweat, yet even so, I felt I had never seen such a perfect and beautiful person as her. Her figure is beyond description, and so is her face. If I were one of those writer types, I might say her features were Grecian, but since I'm neither a writer nor a poet, I can do her even more justice by saying that she had all the best traits you see in a typical American girl's face rather than the strict, sheepish look of a Greek goddess. No, even the dirt couldn't hide the fact; she was stunning beyond compare.
As we stood looking at each other, a slow smile came to her face, parting her symmetrical lips and disclosing a row of strong white teeth.
As we stood staring at each other, a slow smile spread across her face, parting her even lips and revealing a set of strong white teeth.
"Galu?" she asked with rising inflection.
"Galu?" she asked, her voice rising.
And remembering that I read in Bowen's manuscript that Galu seemed to indicate a higher type of man, I answered by pointing to myself and repeating the word. Then she started off on a regular catechism, if I could judge by her inflection, for I certainly understood no word of what she said. All the time the girl kept glancing toward the forest, and at last she touched my arm and pointed in that direction.
And remembering that I read in Bowen's manuscript that Galu seemed to suggest a more advanced type of person, I replied by pointing to myself and repeating the word. Then she began asking me a series of questions, at least that's what it sounded like, because I definitely didn’t understand any of what she was saying. Throughout, the girl kept looking toward the forest, and finally, she touched my arm and pointed that way.
Turning, I saw a hairy figure of a manlike thing standing watching us, and presently another and another emerged from the jungle and joined the leader until there must have been at least twenty of them. They were entirely naked. Their bodies were covered with hair, and though they stood upon their feet without touching their hands to the ground, they had a very ape-like appearance, since they stooped forward and had very long arms and quite apish features. They were not pretty to look upon with their close-set eyes, flat noses, long upper lips and protruding yellow fangs.
Turning, I saw a hairy figure of a humanoid creature standing and watching us. Soon, another and then another emerged from the jungle and joined the first until there were at least twenty of them. They were completely naked. Their bodies were covered in hair, and even though they stood on their feet without touching their hands to the ground, they had a very ape-like appearance because they stooped forward and had long arms and distinctly apelike features. They were not pleasant to look at with their close-set eyes, flat noses, long upper lips, and protruding yellow fangs.
"Alus!" said the girl.
"Alus!" the girl said.
I had reread Bowen's adventures so often that I knew them almost by heart, and so now I knew that I was looking upon the last remnant of that ancient man-race—the Alus of a forgotten period—the speechless man of antiquity.
I had read Bowen's adventures so many times that I knew them almost by heart, and now I realized I was looking at the last remnant of that ancient human race—the Alus of a forgotten time—the silent person of the past.
"Kazor!" cried the girl, and at the same moment the Alus came jabbering toward us. They made strange growling, barking noises, as with much baring of fangs they advanced upon us. They were armed only with nature's weapons—powerful muscles and giant fangs; yet I knew that these were quite sufficient to overcome us had we nothing better to offer in defense, and so I drew my pistol and fired at the leader. He dropped like a stone, and the others turned and fled. Once again the girl smiled her slow smile and stepping closer, caressed the barrel of my automatic. As she did so, her fingers came in contact with mine, and a sudden thrill ran through me, which I attributed to the fact that it had been so long since I had seen a woman of any sort or kind.
"Kazor!" the girl yelled, and at that moment, the Alus came rushing toward us, chattering. They made weird growling and barking sounds, showing their teeth as they approached. They were only equipped with nature's weapons—strong muscles and huge fangs—but I knew those were more than enough to overpower us if we didn't have anything better to defend ourselves, so I pulled out my pistol and shot the leader. He fell to the ground like a rock, and the others turned and ran away. Once again, the girl gave her slow smile, stepped closer, and gently touched the barrel of my gun. As she did, her fingers brushed against mine, sending a jolt through me, which I figured was just because it had been so long since I had seen any woman at all.
She said something to me in her low, liquid tones; but I could not understand her, and then she pointed toward the north and started away. I followed her, for my way was north too; but had it been south I still should have followed, so hungry was I for human companionship in this world of beasts and reptiles and half-men.
She spoke to me in her soft, smooth voice, but I couldn’t understand her. Then she pointed north and began to walk away. I followed her because my path was also north, but even if it had been south, I still would have followed her, so desperate was I for human connection in this world of animals, reptiles, and half-men.
We walked along, the girl talking a great deal and seeming mystified that I could not understand her. Her silvery laugh rang merrily when I in turn essayed to speak to her, as though my language was the quaintest thing she ever had heard. Often after fruitless attempts to make me understand she would hold her palm toward me, saying, "Galu!" and then touch my breast or arm and cry, "Alu, alu!" I knew what she meant, for I had learned from Bowen's narrative the negative gesture and the two words which she repeated. She meant that I was no Galu, as I claimed, but an Alu, or speechless one. Yet every time she said this she laughed again, and so infectious were her tones that I could only join her. It was only natural, too, that she should be mystified by my inability to comprehend her or to make her comprehend me, for from the club-men, the lowest human type in Caspak to have speech, to the golden race of Galus, the tongues of the various tribes are identical—except for amplifications in the rising scale of evolution. She, who is a Galu, can understand one of the Bo-lu and make herself understood to him, or to a hatchet-man, a spear-man or an archer. The Ho-lus, or apes, the Alus and myself were the only creatures of human semblance with which she could hold no converse; yet it was evident that her intelligence told her that I was neither Ho-lu nor Alu, neither anthropoid ape nor speechless man.
We walked along, and the girl talked a lot, seeming confused that I couldn't understand her. Her silvery laugh rang out joyfully when I tried to speak to her, as if my words were the strangest she had ever heard. Often, after my unsuccessful attempts to communicate, she'd hold her palm out to me, saying, "Galu!" then touch my chest or arm and shout, "Alu, alu!" I understood what she meant because I had learned from Bowen's account about the negative gesture and the two words she kept repeating. She meant that I was not a Galu, as I claimed, but an Alu, or a mute. Yet each time she said this, she laughed again, and her laughter was so contagious that I could only join in. It was only natural for her to be puzzled by my inability to understand her or to help her understand me. From the club-men, the lowest human type in Caspak that could speak, to the golden race of Galus, the languages of the different tribes were the same—except for variations in the higher levels of evolution. She, being a Galu, could understand a Bo-lu and make herself understood to him, or to a hatchet-man, a spear-man, or an archer. The Ho-lus, or apes, the Alus, and I were the only beings that looked human with whom she couldn't communicate; yet it was clear that her intelligence told her I was neither Ho-lu nor Alu, neither anthropoid ape nor mute man.
Yet she did not despair, but set out to teach me her language; and had it not been that I worried so greatly over the fate of Bowen and my companions of the Toreador, I could have wished the period of instruction prolonged.
Yet she didn't lose hope and started teaching me her language; and if it hadn't been for my deep concern about the fate of Bowen and my friends from the Toreador, I would have wished the lessons to last longer.
I never have been what one might call a ladies' man, though I like their company immensely, and during my college days and since have made various friends among the sex. I think that I rather appeal to a certain type of girl for the reason that I never make love to them; I leave that to the numerous others who do it infinitely better than I could hope to, and take my pleasure out of girls' society in what seem to be more rational ways—dancing, golfing, boating, riding, tennis, and the like. Yet in the company of this half-naked little savage I found a new pleasure that was entirely distinct from any that I ever had experienced. When she touched me, I thrilled as I had never before thrilled in contact with another woman. I could not quite understand it, for I am sufficiently sophisticated to know that this is a symptom of love and I certainly did not love this filthy little barbarian with her broken, unkempt nails and her skin so besmeared with mud and the green of crushed foliage that it was difficult to say what color it originally had been. But if she was outwardly uncouth, her clear eyes and strong white, even teeth, her silvery laugh and her queenly carriage, bespoke an innate fineness which dirt could not quite successfully conceal.
I’ve never really been what you’d call a ladies’ man, even though I really enjoy their company. During my college days and after, I’ve made various friends among women. I think I appeal to a certain type of girl because I don’t pursue romantic relationships with them; I leave that to the many others who are much better at it than I could ever hope to be. I find pleasure in girls’ company through what seem to be more straightforward activities—dancing, golfing, boating, riding, tennis, and so on. Yet, in the presence of this half-naked little wild girl, I discovered a new thrill that was completely different from anything I had ever felt before. When she touched me, I experienced a sensation I had never felt before with another woman. I couldn’t quite understand it, as I’m aware enough to know that this is a sign of love, and I certainly didn’t love this filthy little savage with her broken, unkempt nails and her skin smeared with mud and green leaves to the point that it was hard to tell what color it originally was. But even if she looked rough on the outside, her clear eyes, strong white teeth, silver laughter, and regal posture revealed an innate grace that dirt couldn’t completely hide.
The sun was low in the heavens when we came upon a little river which emptied into a large bay at the foot of low cliffs. Our journey so far had been beset with constant danger, as is every journey in this frightful land. I have not bored you with a recital of the wearying successions of attacks by the multitude of creatures which were constantly crossing our path or deliberately stalking us. We were always upon the alert; for here, to paraphrase, eternal vigilance is indeed the price of life.
The sun was setting when we stumbled upon a small river that flowed into a big bay at the base of some low cliffs. Our journey had been filled with constant danger, like every journey in this terrifying land. I haven’t bored you with the exhausting stories of the endless attacks from the countless creatures that were always crossing our path or intentionally hunting us. We were always on guard; for here, to put it another way, staying vigilant is truly the price of survival.
I had managed to progress a little in the acquisition of a knowledge of her tongue, so that I knew many of the animals and reptiles by their Caspakian names, and trees and ferns and grasses. I knew the words for sea and river and cliff, for sky and sun and cloud. Yes, I was getting along finely, and then it occurred to me that I didn't know my companion's name; so I pointed to myself and said, "Tom," and to her and raised my eyebrows in interrogation. The girl ran her fingers into that mass of hair and looked puzzled. I repeated the action a dozen times.
I had made some progress in learning her language, so I recognized many of the animals and reptiles by their Caspakian names, as well as trees, ferns, and grasses. I knew the words for sea, river, cliff, sky, sun, and cloud. Yes, I was doing pretty well, and then it hit me that I didn’t know my companion's name; so I pointed to myself and said, "Tom," then pointed to her and raised my eyebrows in question. The girl ran her fingers through her tangled hair and looked confused. I repeated the gesture a dozen times.
"Tom," she said finally in that clear, sweet, liquid voice. "Tom!"
"Tom," she finally said in that clear, sweet, smooth voice. "Tom!"
I had never thought much of my name before; but when she spoke it, it sounded to me for the first time in my life like a mighty nice name, and then she brightened suddenly and tapped her own breast and said: "Ajor!"
I had never really thought about my name before; but when she said it, it sounded to me for the first time like a really nice name, and then she suddenly lit up, tapped her own chest, and said: "Ajor!"
"Ajor!" I repeated, and she laughed and struck her palms together.
"Ajor!" I said again, and she laughed and clapped her hands together.
Well, we knew each other's names now, and that was some satisfaction. I rather liked hers—Ajor! And she seemed to like mine, for she repeated it.
Well, we knew each other's names now, and that was some satisfaction. I actually liked hers—Ajor! And she seemed to like mine, since she repeated it.
We came to the cliffs beside the little river where it empties into the bay with the great inland sea beyond. The cliffs were weather-worn and rotted, and in one place a deep hollow ran back beneath the overhanging stone for several feet, suggesting shelter for the night. There were loose rocks strewn all about with which I might build a barricade across the entrance to the cave, and so I halted there and pointed out the place to Ajor, trying to make her understand that we would spend the night there.
We arrived at the cliffs next to the small river where it flows into the bay with the vast inland sea beyond. The cliffs were worn down and decaying, and in one spot, a deep indentation extended back underneath the overhanging stone for several feet, hinting at possible shelter for the night. There were loose rocks scattered everywhere that I could use to build a barrier across the entrance to the cave, so I stopped there and pointed out the spot to Ajor, trying to help her understand that we would be staying there for the night.
As soon as she grasped my meaning, she assented with the Caspakian equivalent of an affirmative nod, and then touching my rifle, motioned me to follow her to the river. At the bank she paused, removed her belt and dagger, dropping them to the ground at her side; then unfastening the lower edge of her garment from the metal leg-band to which it was attached, slipped it off her left shoulder and let it drop to the ground around her feet. It was done so naturally, so simply and so quickly that it left me gasping like a fish out of water. Turning, she flashed a smile at me and then dived into the river, and there she bathed while I stood guard over her. For five or ten minutes she splashed about, and when she emerged her glistening skin was smooth and white and beautiful. Without means of drying herself, she simply ignored what to me would have seemed a necessity, and in a moment was arrayed in her simple though effective costume.
As soon as she understood what I meant, she agreed with a nod that felt like the Caspakian version of a yes. Then, touching my rifle, she signaled for me to follow her to the river. At the bank, she stopped, took off her belt and dagger, and dropped them on the ground beside her. Next, she unhooked the bottom of her garment from the metal band it was attached to, slipped it off her left shoulder, and let it fall to the ground around her feet. She did it so naturally, simply, and quickly that it left me stunned like a fish out of water. Turning around, she shot me a smile and then dove into the river, where she washed while I kept watch over her. For five or ten minutes, she splashed around, and when she came out, her skin glistened: smooth, white, and beautiful. Without anything to dry herself off with, she just brushed it off like it wasn’t a big deal and quickly put on her simple but effective outfit.
It was now within an hour of darkness, and as I was nearly famished, I led the way back about a quarter of a mile to a low meadow where we had seen antelope and small horses a short time before. Here I brought down a young buck, the report of my rifle sending the balance of the herd scampering for the woods, where they were met by a chorus of hideous roars as the carnivora took advantage of their panic and leaped among them.
It was now about an hour until dark, and since I was almost starving, I led the way back about a quarter of a mile to a low meadow where we had seen antelope and small horses not long before. Here, I shot a young buck, the sound of my rifle causing the rest of the herd to dash into the woods, where they were met by a chorus of terrifying roars as predators took advantage of their panic and jumped among them.
With my hunting-knife I removed a hind-quarter, and then we returned to camp. Here I gathered a great quantity of wood from fallen trees, Ajor helping me; but before I built a fire, I also gathered sufficient loose rock to build my barricade against the frightful terrors of the night to come.
With my hunting knife, I cut off a hind quarter, and then we headed back to camp. There, I collected a large amount of wood from fallen trees, with Ajor assisting me; but before I made a fire, I also gathered enough loose rocks to build a barricade against the terrifying horrors of the night ahead.
I shall never forget the expression upon Ajor's face as she saw me strike a match and light the kindling beneath our camp-fire. It was such an expression as might transform a mortal face with awe as its owner beheld the mysterious workings of divinity. It was evident that Ajor was quite unfamiliar with modern methods of fire-making. She had thought my rifle and pistol wonderful; but these tiny slivers of wood which from a magic rub brought flame to the camp hearth were indeed miracles to her.
I will never forget the look on Ajor's face when she saw me strike a match and light the kindling under our campfire. It was a look that could turn an ordinary face into one filled with awe, like someone witnessing the mysterious workings of divinity. It was clear that Ajor was not familiar with modern fire-making techniques. She thought my rifle and pistol were amazing, but these small pieces of wood that created fire with just a simple friction were true miracles to her.
As the meat roasted above the fire, Ajor and I tried once again to talk; but though copiously filled with incentive, gestures and sounds, the conversation did not flourish notably. And then Ajor took up in earnest the task of teaching me her language. She commenced, as I later learned, with the simplest form of speech known to Caspak or for that matter to the world—that employed by the Bo-lu. I found it far from difficult, and even though it was a great handicap upon my instructor that she could not speak my language, she did remarkably well and demonstrated that she possessed ingenuity and intelligence of a high order.
As the meat roasted over the fire, Ajor and I tried once again to talk; but even though we had plenty of motivation, gestures, and sounds, the conversation didn’t really take off. Then Ajor got serious about teaching me her language. She started, as I later found out, with the simplest form of speech known to Caspak, or really to the world—used by the Bo-lu. I found it quite easy, and even though it was a significant challenge for her that she couldn’t speak my language, she did an impressive job and showed that she had a lot of cleverness and intelligence.
After we had eaten, I added to the pile of firewood so that I could replenish the fire before the entrance to our barricade, believing this as good a protection against the carnivora as we could have; and then Ajor and I sat down before it, and the lesson proceeded, while from all about us came the weird and awesome noises of the Caspakian night—the moaning and the coughing and roaring of the tigers, the panthers and the lions, the barking and the dismal howling of a wolf, jackal and hyaenadon, the shrill shrieks of stricken prey and the hissing of the great reptiles; the voice of man alone was silent.
After we ate, I added to the stack of firewood so I could stoke the fire at the entrance to our barricade, thinking this was the best protection we could have against the carnivores. Then Ajor and I sat down in front of it, and the lesson continued, while all around us came the eerie and terrifying sounds of the Caspakian night—the moaning, coughing, and roaring of tigers, panthers, and lions, the barking and mournful howling of wolves, jackals, and hyaenadons, the sharp screams of prey in distress, and the hissing of massive reptiles; the only voice that was absent was that of man.
But though the voice of this choir-terrible rose and fell from far and near in all directions, reaching at time such a tremendous volume of sound that the earth shook to it, yet so engrossed was I in my lesson and in my teacher that often I was deaf to what at another time would have filled me with awe. The face and voice of the beautiful girl who leaned so eagerly toward me as she tried to explain the meaning of some word or correct my pronunciation of another quite entirely occupied my every faculty of perception. The firelight shone upon her animated features and sparkling eyes; it accentuated the graceful motions of her gesturing arms and hands; it sparkled from her white teeth and from her golden ornaments, and glistened on the smooth firmness of her perfect skin. I am afraid that often I was more occupied with admiration of this beautiful animal than with a desire for knowledge; but be that as it may, I nevertheless learned much that evening, though part of what I learned had naught to do with any new language.
But even though the voice of this incredible choir rose and fell from all around, sometimes hitting such a loud volume that the ground shook, I was so absorbed in my lesson and my teacher that I often didn’t notice what would usually have left me in awe. The face and voice of the beautiful girl leaning toward me, eager to explain the meaning of a word or correct my pronunciation, completely captured my attention. The firelight highlighted her lively features and sparkling eyes; it emphasized the graceful movements of her gesturing arms and hands; it shimmered from her white teeth and golden jewelry, and glistened on the smoothness of her perfect skin. I admit I was often more focused on admiring this beautiful woman than on wanting to learn; but regardless, I still learned a lot that evening, even if some of what I learned had nothing to do with a new language.
Ajor seemed determined that I should speak Caspakian as quickly as possible, and I thought I saw in her desire a little of that all-feminine trait which has come down through all the ages from the first lady of the world—curiosity. Ajor desired that I should speak her tongue in order that she might satisfy a curiosity concerning me that was filling her to a point where she was in danger of bursting; of that I was positive. She was a regular little animated question-mark. She bubbled over with interrogations which were never to be satisfied unless I learned to speak her tongue. Her eyes sparkled with excitement; her hand flew in expressive gestures; her little tongue raced with time; yet all to no avail. I could say man and tree and cliff and lion and a number of other words in perfect Caspakian; but such a vocabulary was only tantalizing; it did not lend itself well to a very general conversation, and the result was that Ajor would wax so wroth that she would clench her little fists and beat me on the breast as hard as ever she could, and then she would sink back laughing as the humor of the situation captured her.
Ajor seemed determined that I should learn to speak Caspakian as quickly as possible, and I thought I could see in her eagerness a bit of that universal feminine trait that's persisted through the ages since the first woman—curiosity. Ajor wanted me to speak her language so she could satisfy an overwhelming curiosity about me that I could tell was pushing her to the brink of bursting; I was sure of that. She was like a little animated question mark. She overflowed with questions that would never be answered unless I learned her language. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, her hands moved expressively, and her little tongue raced with words; yet it was all for nothing. I could say man, tree, cliff, and lion, among a few other words in perfect Caspakian, but that vocabulary was just teasing; it didn't lend itself well to a proper conversation. As a result, Ajor would get so mad that she'd clench her little fists and hit me on the chest as hard as she could, and then she would burst into laughter as the humor of the situation hit her.
She was trying to teach me some verbs by going through the actions herself as she repeated the proper word. We were very much engrossed—so much so that we were giving no heed to what went on beyond our cave—when Ajor stopped very suddenly, crying: "Kazor!" Now she had been trying to teach me that ju meant stop; so when she cried kazor and at the same time stopped, I thought for a moment that this was part of my lesson—for the moment I forgot that kazor means beware. I therefore repeated the word after her; but when I saw the expression in her eyes as they were directed past me and saw her point toward the entrance to the cave, I turned quickly—to see a hideous face at the small aperture leading out into the night. It was the fierce and snarling countenance of a gigantic bear. I have hunted silvertips in the White Mountains of Arizona and thought them quite the largest and most formidable of big game; but from the appearance of the head of this awful creature I judged that the largest grizzly I had ever seen would shrink by comparison to the dimensions of a Newfoundland dog.
She was trying to teach me some verbs by acting them out as she repeated the correct words. We were so focused that we didn’t notice anything happening outside our cave when Ajor suddenly stopped, shouting: "Kazor!" She had been trying to teach me that ju meant stop; so when she yelled kazor and stopped at the same time, I thought this was part of my lesson—forgetting for a moment that kazor means beware. I repeated the word after her, but when I saw the expression in her eyes as they gazed past me and pointed toward the cave entrance, I turned quickly to see a terrifying face at the small opening leading out into the night. It was the fierce, snarling face of a gigantic bear. I have hunted silvertips in the White Mountains of Arizona and thought they were the largest and most intimidating big game; but from the look of this horrifying creature's head, I decided that the largest grizzly I had ever seen would seem small compared to it, like a Newfoundland dog.
Our fire was just within the cave, the smoke rising through the apertures between the rocks that I had piled in such a way that they arched inward toward the cliff at the top. The opening by means of which we were to reach the outside was barricaded with a few large fragments which did not by any means close it entirely; but through the apertures thus left no large animal could gain ingress. I had depended most, however, upon our fire, feeling that none of the dangerous nocturnal beasts of prey would venture close to the flames. In this, however, I was quite evidently in error, for the great bear stood with his nose not a foot from the blaze, which was now low, owing to the fact that I had been so occupied with my lesson and my teacher that I had neglected to replenish it.
Our fire was set up just inside the cave, with smoke drifting through the gaps between the rocks I had stacked in an arch toward the cliff above. The entrance we were planning to use to get outside was blocked by a few large boulders, which didn’t completely seal it off; however, the openings left behind were too small for any large animals to get through. I was mainly relying on our fire, thinking that none of the dangerous nighttime predators would come near the flames. In this, however, I was clearly mistaken, as the massive bear stood with its nose just inches from the fire, which was now low because I had been so caught up in my lesson and my teacher that I had forgotten to keep it going.
Ajor whipped out her futile little knife and pointed to my rifle. At the same time she spoke in a quite level voice entirely devoid of nervousness or any evidence of fear or panic. I knew she was exhorting me to fire upon the beast; but this I did not wish to do other than as a last resort, for I was quite sure that even my heavy bullets would not more than further enrage him—in which case he might easily force an entrance to our cave.
Ajor pulled out her useless little knife and pointed at my rifle. At the same time, she spoke in a calm voice, completely free of nervousness or any signs of fear or panic. I knew she was urging me to shoot the beast; however, I didn’t want to do that unless it was absolutely necessary, because I was pretty sure that even my heavy bullets would only make him angrier— in which case, he could easily break into our cave.
Instead of firing, I piled some more wood upon the fire, and as the smoke and blaze arose in the beast's face, it backed away, growling most frightfully; but I still could see two ugly points of light blazing in the outer darkness and hear its growls rumbling terrifically without. For some time the creature stood there watching the entrance to our frail sanctuary while I racked my brains in futile endeavor to plan some method of defense or escape. I knew full well that should the bear make a determined effort to get at us, the rocks I had piled as a barrier would come tumbling down about his giant shoulders like a house of cards, and that he would walk directly in upon us.
Instead of shooting, I threw some more wood onto the fire, and as the smoke and flames shot up into the creature’s face, it backed away, growling loudly. But I could still see two nasty points of light shining in the dark and hear its terrifying growls outside. For a while, the beast just stood there, watching the entrance to our fragile shelter while I struggled to think of a way to defend ourselves or escape. I knew that if the bear really tried to get to us, the rocks I had piled up as a barrier would come crashing down around its massive shoulders like a house of cards, and it would walk right in on us.
Ajor, having less knowledge of the effectiveness of firearms than I, and therefore greater confidence in them, entreated me to shoot the beast; but I knew that the chance that I could stop it with a single shot was most remote, while that I should but infuriate it was real and present; and so I waited for what seemed an eternity, watching those devilish points of fire glaring balefully at us, and listening to the ever-increasing volume of those seismic growls which seemed to rumble upward from the bowels of the earth, shaking the very cliffs beneath which we cowered, until at last I saw that the brute was again approaching the aperture. It availed me nothing that I piled the blaze high with firewood, until Ajor and I were near to roasting; on came that mighty engine of destruction until once again the hideous face yawned its fanged yawn directly within the barrier's opening. It stood thus a moment, and then the head was withdrawn. I breathed a sigh of relief, the thing had altered its intention and was going on in search of other and more easily procurable prey; the fire had been too much for it.
Ajor, who knew less about how effective firearms really were than I did, and therefore had more faith in them, urged me to shoot the creature; but I knew the chances of stopping it with a single shot were slim, while the chance of provoked it was all too real. So I waited what felt like forever, watching those menacing points of fire glaring at us and listening to the increasingly loud seismic growls rumbling up from the depths of the earth, shaking the very cliffs beneath us as we huddled in fear. Finally, I saw that the beast was approaching the opening again. It didn’t matter that I had piled the fire high with wood, making Ajor and me feel like we were about to roast; that powerful engine of destruction moved closer until the horrifying face yawned with its fangs right at the barrier's opening. It stayed like this for a moment, then withdrew its head. I let out a sigh of relief; the thing had changed its mind and was moving on in search of easier prey—the fire had been too much for it.
But my joy was short-lived, and my heart sank once again as a moment later I saw a mighty paw insinuated into the opening—a paw as large around as a large dishpan. Very gently the paw toyed with the great rock that partly closed the entrance, pushed and pulled upon it and then very deliberately drew it outward and to one side. Again came the head, and this time much farther into the cavern; but still the great shoulders would not pass through the opening. Ajor moved closer to me until her shoulder touched my side, and I thought I felt a slight tremor run through her body, but otherwise she gave no indication of fear. Involuntarily I threw my left arm about her and drew her to me for an instant. It was an act of reassurance rather than a caress, though I must admit that again and even in the face of death I thrilled at the contact with her; and then I released her and threw my rifle to my shoulder, for at last I had reached the conclusion that nothing more could be gained by waiting. My only hope was to get as many shots into the creature as I could before it was upon me. Already it had torn away a second rock and was in the very act of forcing its huge bulk through the opening it had now made.
But my joy was short-lived, and my heart sank again as moments later I saw a massive paw pushing into the opening—a paw as big around as a large dishpan. Very gently, the paw played with the big rock that partially blocked the entrance, pushing and pulling it, and then deliberately drew it outward and to the side. Again, the head appeared, this time much farther into the cavern; but still, the massive shoulders wouldn't fit through the opening. Ajor moved closer to me until her shoulder touched my side, and I thought I felt a slight tremor run through her body, but otherwise, she showed no sign of fear. Without thinking, I wrapped my left arm around her and pulled her close for a second. It was more of a gesture of reassurance than a caress, though I must admit that even in the face of death, I felt a thrill from the contact with her; and then I let her go and raised my rifle to my shoulder, for I finally concluded that waiting wouldn't help anymore. My only hope was to get as many shots into the creature as I could before it was too close. It had already ripped away a second rock and was in the process of forcing its huge bulk through the opening it had created.
So now I took careful aim between its eyes; my right fingers closed firmly and evenly upon the small of the stock, drawing back my trigger-finger by the muscular action of the hand. The bullet could not fail to hit its mark! I held my breath lest I swerve the muzzle a hair by my breathing. I was as steady and cool as I ever had been upon a target-range, and I had the full consciousness of a perfect hit in anticipation; I knew that I could not miss. And then, as the bear surged forward toward me, the hammer fell—futilely, upon an imperfect cartridge.
So now I carefully aimed between its eyes; my right fingers gripped the stock firmly and evenly, pulling back my trigger finger with the strength of my hand. The bullet was sure to hit its target! I held my breath, afraid that even my breathing would make me stray off aim. I was as steady and calm as I had ever been on a shooting range, fully expecting a perfect hit; I knew I couldn't miss. And then, as the bear lunged toward me, the hammer fell—uselessly, on a faulty cartridge.
Almost simultaneously I heard from without a perfectly hellish roar; the bear gave voice to a series of growls far transcending in volume and ferocity anything that he had yet essayed and at the same time backed quickly from the cave. For an instant I couldn't understand what had happened to cause this sudden retreat when his prey was practically within his clutches. The idea that the harmless clicking of the hammer had frightened him was too ridiculous to entertain. However, we had not long to wait before we could at least guess at the cause of the diversion, for from without came mingled growls and roars and the sound of great bodies thrashing about until the earth shook. The bear had been attacked in the rear by some other mighty beast, and the two were now locked in a titanic struggle for supremacy. With brief respites, during which we could hear the labored breathing of the contestants, the battle continued for the better part of an hour until the sounds of combat grew gradually less and finally ceased entirely.
Almost at the same time, I heard an awful roar from outside; the bear let out a series of growls that were louder and more ferocious than anything he had made before and quickly backed away from the cave. For a moment, I couldn't figure out what had prompted this sudden retreat when his prey was nearly in his grasp. The idea that the harmless click of the hammer had scared him was too absurd to consider. However, we didn't have to wait long before we could at least guess the cause of the commotion, as we heard mixed growls and roars along with the sound of heavy bodies thrashing around, shaking the ground. The bear had been attacked from behind by another powerful beast, and the two were now locked in a colossal battle for dominance. With short breaks, during which we could hear the heavy breathing of the fighters, the struggle continued for nearly an hour until the sounds of combat gradually faded and finally stopped altogether.
At Ajor's suggestion, made by signs and a few of the words we knew in common, I moved the fire directly to the entrance to the cave so that a beast would have to pass directly through the flames to reach us, and then we sat and waited for the victor of the battle to come and claim his reward; but though we sat for a long time with our eyes glued to the opening, we saw no sign of any beast.
At Ajor's suggestion, communicated through gestures and a few familiar words, I moved the fire right to the entrance of the cave so that any beast would have to walk directly through the flames to get to us. Then we sat and waited for the winner of the battle to come and take his prize; however, even after sitting for a long time with our eyes fixed on the opening, we saw no sign of any beast.
At last I signed to Ajor to lie down, for I knew that she must have sleep, and I sat on guard until nearly morning, when the girl awoke and insisted that I take some rest; nor would she be denied, but dragged me down as she laughingly menaced me with her knife.
At last, I signaled to Ajor to lie down, knowing she needed sleep. I stayed on guard until almost morning, when the girl woke up and insisted that I get some rest. She wouldn't take no for an answer and pulled me down as she playfully threatened me with her knife.
Chapter 3
When I awoke, it was daylight, and I found Ajor squatting before a fine bed of coals roasting a large piece of antelope-meat. Believe me, the sight of the new day and the delicious odor of the cooking meat filled me with renewed happiness and hope that had been all but expunged by the experience of the previous night; and perhaps the slender figure of the bright-faced girl proved also a potent restorative. She looked up and smiled at me, showing those perfect teeth, and dimpling with evident happiness—the most adorable picture that I had ever seen. I recall that it was then I first regretted that she was only a little untutored savage and so far beneath me in the scale of evolution.
When I woke up, it was daytime, and I saw Ajor crouching in front of a nice bed of coals, roasting a large piece of antelope meat. Honestly, the sight of the new day and the delicious smell of the cooking meat filled me with a renewed sense of happiness and hope that had almost faded away after the previous night; and maybe the slender figure of the bright-faced girl was also a strong source of comfort. She looked up and smiled at me, showing her perfect teeth and dimpling with clear happiness—the most adorable sight I had ever seen. I remember that it was then I first regretted that she was just an uneducated savage and so far beneath me on the evolutionary scale.
Her first act was to beckon me to follow her outside, and there she pointed to the explanation of our rescue from the bear—a huge saber-tooth tiger, its fine coat and its flesh torn to ribbons, lying dead a few paces from our cave, and beside it, equally mangled, and disemboweled, was the carcass of a huge cave-bear. To have had one's life saved by a saber-tooth tiger, and in the twentieth century into the bargain, was an experience that was to say the least unique; but it had happened—I had the proof of it before my eyes.
Her first move was to signal me to follow her outside, and there she pointed to the reason we were saved from the bear—a massive saber-tooth tiger, its beautiful fur and flesh shredded, lying dead just a few steps from our cave, and next to it, just as mangled and disemboweled, was the body of a huge cave bear. Having my life saved by a saber-tooth tiger, especially in the twentieth century, was certainly a one-of-a-kind experience; but it had happened—I had the evidence right in front of me.
So enormous are the great carnivora of Caspak that they must feed perpetually to support their giant thews, and the result is that they will eat the meat of any other creature and will attack anything that comes within their ken, no matter how formidable the quarry. From later observation—I mention this as worthy the attention of paleontologists and naturalists—I came to the conclusion that such creatures as the cave-bear, the cave-lion and the saber-tooth tiger, as well as the larger carnivorous reptiles make, ordinarily, two kills a day—one in the morning and one after night. They immediately devour the entire carcass, after which they lie up and sleep for a few hours. Fortunately their numbers are comparatively few; otherwise there would be no other life within Caspak. It is their very voracity that keeps their numbers down to a point which permits other forms of life to persist, for even in the season of love the great males often turn upon their own mates and devour them, while both males and females occasionally devour their young. How the human and semihuman races have managed to survive during all the countless ages that these conditions must have existed here is quite beyond me.
The large carnivores of Caspak are so massive that they need to eat constantly to support their size. This means they will eat the meat of any creature and will attack anything that comes into their sight, no matter how dangerous it might be. From later observations—something I believe paleontologists and naturalists should note—I concluded that creatures like the cave bear, cave lion, saber-toothed tiger, and larger carnivorous reptiles typically make two kills a day—one in the morning and one at night. They devour the whole carcass right away, then they rest and sleep for a few hours. Luckily, their numbers are relatively small; otherwise, there would be no other life in Caspak. Their extreme greed keeps their population low enough to allow other forms of life to survive, as even during mating season, the large males often turn on their mates and eat them, while both males and females sometimes eat their young. How the human and semi-human races have managed to survive through all the ages that these conditions have likely existed here is beyond my understanding.
After breakfast Ajor and I set out once more upon our northward journey. We had gone but a little distance when we were attacked by a number of apelike creatures armed with clubs. They seemed a little higher in the scale than the Alus. Ajor told me they were Bo-lu, or clubmen. A revolver-shot killed one and scattered the others; but several times later during the day we were menaced by them, until we had left their country and entered that of the Sto-lu, or hatchet-men. These people were less hairy and more man-like; nor did they appear so anxious to destroy us. Rather they were curious, and followed us for some distance examining us most closely. They called out to us, and Ajor answered them; but her replies did not seem to satisfy them, for they gradually became threatening, and I think they were preparing to attack us when a small deer that had been hiding in some low brush suddenly broke cover and dashed across our front. We needed meat, for it was near one o'clock and I was getting hungry; so I drew my pistol and with a single shot dropped the creature in its tracks. The effect upon the Bo-lu was electrical. Immediately they abandoned all thoughts of war, and turning, scampered for the forest which fringed our path.
After breakfast, Ajor and I set out again on our northward journey. We hadn’t traveled far when a group of apelike creatures armed with clubs attacked us. They seemed a bit more advanced than the Alus. Ajor told me they were called Bo-lu, or clubmen. A shot from my revolver killed one and scared the others away, but throughout the day, we were threatened by them until we left their territory and entered that of the Sto-lu, or hatchet-men. These people were less hairy and more human-like; they didn’t seem as eager to harm us. Instead, they were curious and followed us for a while, studying us closely. They called out to us, and Ajor responded, but her replies didn't seem to satisfy them. They gradually became more aggressive, and I think they were getting ready to attack when a small deer that had been hiding in the brush suddenly darted out in front of us. We needed meat because it was almost one o'clock, and I was starting to feel hungry, so I pulled out my pistol and, with one shot, took down the creature. The reaction from the Bo-lu was immediate. They completely abandoned their thoughts of conflict and quickly ran back into the forest lining our path.
That night we spent beside a little stream in the Sto-lu country. We found a tiny cave in the rock bank, so hidden away that only chance could direct a beast of prey to it, and after we had eaten of the deer-meat and some fruit which Ajor gathered, we crawled into the little hole, and with sticks and stones which I had gathered for the purpose I erected a strong barricade inside the entrance. Nothing could reach us without swimming and wading through the stream, and I felt quite secure from attack. Our quarters were rather cramped. The ceiling was so low that we could not stand up, and the floor so narrow that it was with difficulty that we both wedged into it together; but we were very tired, and so we made the most of it; and so great was the feeling of security that I am sure I fell asleep as soon as I had stretched myself beside Ajor.
That night we spent next to a small stream in the Sto-lu country. We found a tiny cave in the rock bank, so well hidden that only by chance could a predator locate it. After we ate some deer meat and fruit that Ajor gathered, we crawled into the little hole. Using sticks and stones I had collected, I built a strong barricade inside the entrance. Nothing could reach us without swimming and wading through the stream, and I felt pretty secure from any attack. Our space was a bit cramped. The ceiling was so low that we couldn't stand up, and the floor was so narrow that it was difficult for both of us to fit in together. But we were really tired, so we made the best of it; and I felt so secure that I’m sure I fell asleep as soon as I stretched out next to Ajor.
During the three days which followed, our progress was exasperatingly slow. I doubt if we made ten miles in the entire three days. The country was hideously savage, so that we were forced to spend hours at a time in hiding from one or another of the great beasts which menaced us continually. There were fewer reptiles; but the quantity of carnivora seemed to have increased, and the reptiles that we did see were perfectly gigantic. I shall never forget one enormous specimen which we came upon browsing upon water-reeds at the edge of the great sea. It stood well over twelve feet high at the rump, its highest point, and with its enormously long tail and neck it was somewhere between seventy-five and a hundred feet in length. Its head was ridiculously small; its body was unarmored, but its great bulk gave it a most formidable appearance. My experience of Caspakian life led me to believe that the gigantic creature would but have to see us to attack us, and so I raised my rifle and at the same time drew away toward some brush which offered concealment; but Ajor only laughed, and picking up a stick, ran toward the great thing, shouting. The little head was raised high upon the long neck as the animal stupidly looked here and there in search of the author of the disturbance. At last its eyes discovered tiny little Ajor, and then she hurled the stick at the diminutive head. With a cry that sounded not unlike the bleat of a sheep, the colossal creature shuffled into the water and was soon submerged.
During the three days that followed, our progress was frustratingly slow. I doubt we covered ten miles in those three days. The landscape was incredibly wild, forcing us to spend hours hiding from one or another of the large beasts that continually threatened us. There were fewer reptiles, but the number of carnivores seemed to have increased, and the reptiles we did encounter were massive. I'll never forget one gigantic specimen we came across, feeding on water-reeds at the edge of the vast sea. It stood over twelve feet tall at the shoulder, its highest point, and with its extremely long tail and neck, it measured between seventy-five and a hundred feet in length. Its head was comically small; its body was unarmored, but its sheer size gave it a very intimidating presence. Based on my experience with Caspakian life, I figured the enormous creature would attack us as soon as it saw us, so I raised my rifle while backing away toward some bushes for cover. But Ajor just laughed, grabbed a stick, and ran towards the giant, shouting. The small head was lifted high on the long neck as the creature looked around confusedly for the source of the noise. Finally, its eyes spotted tiny Ajor, and she threw the stick at its small head. With a cry that sounded a lot like a sheep's bleat, the huge creature shuffled into the water and quickly disappeared beneath the surface.
As I slowly recalled my collegiate studies and paleontological readings in Bowen's textbooks, I realized that I had looked upon nothing less than a diplodocus of the Upper Jurassic; but how infinitely different was the true, live thing from the crude restorations of Hatcher and Holland! I had had the idea that the diplodocus was a land-animal, but evidently it is partially amphibious. I have seen several since my first encounter, and in each case the creature took to the sea for concealment as soon as it was disturbed. With the exception of its gigantic tail, it has no weapon of defense; but with this appendage it can lash so terrific a blow as to lay low even a giant cave-bear, stunned and broken. It is a stupid, simple, gentle beast—one of the few within Caspak which such a description might even remotely fit.
As I slowly remembered my college studies and paleontology readings from Bowen's textbooks, I realized that I was looking at nothing less than a diplodocus from the Upper Jurassic; but how incredibly different the real, living creature was from the rough reconstructions by Hatcher and Holland! I had thought the diplodocus was a land animal, but clearly it's partly amphibious. I've seen several since my first encounter, and each time the creature jumped into the sea to hide as soon as it felt threatened. Other than its enormous tail, it has no means of defense; but with that tail, it can deliver such a powerful blow that it can bring down even a giant cave bear, leaving it stunned and broken. It's a slow, simple, gentle beast—one of the few in Caspak that could be described in such a way.
For three nights we slept in trees, finding no caves or other places of concealment. Here we were free from the attacks of the large land carnivora; but the smaller flying reptiles, the snakes, leopards, and panthers were a constant menace, though by no means as much to be feared as the huge beasts that roamed the surface of the earth.
For three nights we slept in trees, unable to find any caves or other hiding spots. Up there, we were safe from attacks by the large land predators; however, the smaller flying reptiles, snakes, leopards, and panthers were always a threat, though they were definitely less frightening than the massive beasts roaming the ground.
At the close of the third day Ajor and I were able to converse with considerable fluency, and it was a great relief to both of us, especially to Ajor. She now did nothing but ask questions whenever I would let her, which could not be all the time, as our preservation depended largely upon the rapidity with which I could gain knowledge of the geography and customs of Caspak, and accordingly I had to ask numerous questions myself.
At the end of the third day, Ajor and I could talk pretty easily, which was a huge relief for both of us, especially Ajor. She spent most of her time asking me questions whenever I could spare a moment, but I couldn’t do that all the time since our survival mostly depended on how quickly I could learn about the geography and customs of Caspak. So, I had to ask my fair share of questions, too.
I enjoyed immensely hearing and answering her, so naive were many of her queries and so filled with wonder was she at the things I told her of the world beyond the lofty barriers of Caspak; not once did she seem to doubt me, however marvelous my statements must have seemed; and doubtless they were the cause of marvel to Ajor, who before had never dreamed that any life existed beyond Caspak and the life she knew.
I really enjoyed listening to her and answering her questions, as many of them were so naive and she was filled with wonder at what I told her about the world beyond the high barriers of Caspak. She never seemed to doubt me, no matter how incredible my statements must have sounded. I'm sure they amazed Ajor, who had never even imagined that life existed beyond Caspak and the life she was familiar with.
Artless though many of her questions were, they evidenced a keen intellect and a shrewdness which seemed far beyond her years or her experience. Altogether I was finding my little savage a mighty interesting and companionable person, and I often thanked the kind fate that directed the crossing of our paths. From her I learned much of Caspak, but there still remained the mystery that had proved so baffling to Bowen Tyler—the total absence of young among the ape, the semihuman and the human races with which both he and I had come in contact upon opposite shores of the inland sea. Ajor tried to explain the matter to me, though it was apparent that she could not conceive how so natural a condition should demand explanation. She told me that among the Galus there were a few babies, that she had once been a baby but that most of her people "came up," as he put it, "cor sva jo," or literally, "from the beginning"; and as they all did when they used that phrase, she would wave a broad gesture toward the south.
Although many of her questions were simple, they showed a sharp mind and a cleverness that seemed far beyond her age or experience. Overall, I found my little savage to be a really interesting and enjoyable companion, and I often felt grateful to the kind fate that brought us together. From her, I learned a lot about Caspak, but there remained the mystery that had puzzled Bowen Tyler—the complete lack of young ones among the ape, the semihuman, and the human races I had encountered on opposite sides of the inland sea. Ajor tried to explain it to me, but it was clear she couldn’t understand why such a normal situation needed an explanation. She told me that among the Galus, there were a few babies, that she had once been a baby, but that most of her people "came up," as she put it, "cor sva jo," or literally, "from the beginning"; and as they all did when they used that phrase, she waved her hand broadly toward the south.
"For long," she explained, leaning very close to me and whispering the words into my ear while she cast apprehensive glances about and mostly skyward, "for long my mother kept me hidden lest the Wieroo, passing through the air by night, should come and take me away to Oo-oh." And the child shuddered as she voiced the word. I tried to get her to tell me more; but her terror was so real when she spoke of the Wieroo and the land of Oo-oh where they dwell that I at last desisted, though I did learn that the Wieroo carried off only female babes and occasionally women of the Galus who had "come up from the beginning." It was all very mysterious and unfathomable, but I got the idea that the Wieroo were creatures of imagination—the demons or gods of her race, omniscient and omnipresent. This led me to assume that the Galus had a religious sense, and further questioning brought out the fact that such was the case. Ajor spoke in tones of reverence of Luata, the god of heat and life. The word is derived from two others: Lua, meaning sun, and ata, meaning variously eggs, life, young, and reproduction. She told me that they worshiped Luata in several forms, as fire, the sun, eggs and other material objects which suggested heat and reproduction.
“For a long time,” she explained, leaning in close and whispering the words into my ear while glancing nervously around, mostly at the sky, “my mother kept me hidden so the Wieroo, flying through the air at night, wouldn’t come and take me away to Oo-oh.” The child shuddered as she said the word. I tried to get her to share more, but her fear was so genuine when she talked about the Wieroo and the land of Oo-oh where they live that I eventually stopped asking, though I did learn that the Wieroo only took female babies and sometimes women of the Galus who had "come up from the beginning." It all felt very mysterious and hard to understand, but I got the impression that the Wieroo were products of imagination—the demons or gods of her people, all-knowing and everywhere. This led me to think that the Galus had a sense of religion, and further questions confirmed that. Ajor spoke reverently of Luata, the god of heat and life. The name comes from two words: Lua, meaning sun, and ata, which can mean eggs, life, young, and reproduction. She told me they worshiped Luata in various forms, such as fire, the sun, eggs, and other material things that represented heat and reproduction.
I had noticed that whenever I built a fire, Ajor outlined in the air before her with a forefinger an isosceles triangle, and that she did the same in the morning when she first viewed the sun. At first I had not connected her act with anything in particular, but after we learned to converse and she had explained a little of her religious superstitions, I realized that she was making the sign of the triangle as a Roman Catholic makes the sign of the cross. Always the short side of the triangle was uppermost. As she explained all this to me, she pointed to the decorations on her golden armlets, upon the knob of her dagger-hilt and upon the band which encircled her right leg above the knee—always was the design partly made up of isosceles triangles, and when she explained the significance of this particular geometric figure, I at once grasped its appropriateness.
I noticed that whenever I lit a fire, Ajor would trace an isosceles triangle in the air with her finger, and she did the same in the morning when she first saw the sun. At first, I didn’t think much of it, but after we learned to talk and she shared a bit about her religious beliefs, I realized she was making the triangle sign like a Roman Catholic makes the sign of the cross. The short side of the triangle was always at the top. As she explained this to me, she pointed to the designs on her golden armlets, the knob of her dagger's hilt, and the band around her right leg above the knee—each design included isosceles triangles, and once she explained what this specific shape meant, I instantly understood why it was so fitting.
We were now in the country of the Band-lu, the spearmen of Caspak. Bowen had remarked in his narrative that these people were analogous to the so-called Cro-Magnon race of the Upper Paleolithic, and I was therefore very anxious to see them. Nor was I to be disappointed; I saw them, all right! We had left the Sto-lu country and literally fought our way through cordons of wild beasts for two days when we decided to make camp a little earlier than usual, owing to the fact that we had reached a line of cliffs running east and west in which were numerous likely cave-lodgings. We were both very tired, and the sight of these caverns, several of which could be easily barricaded, decided us to halt until the following morning. It took but a few minutes' exploration to discover one particular cavern high up the face of the cliff which seemed ideal for our purpose. It opened upon a narrow ledge where we could build our cook-fire; the opening was so small that we had to lie flat and wriggle through it to gain ingress, while the interior was high-ceiled and spacious. I lighted a faggot and looked about; but as far as I could see, the chamber ran back into the cliff.
We were now in the land of the Band-lu, the spearmen of Caspak. Bowen had mentioned in his story that these people were similar to the so-called Cro-Magnon race of the Upper Paleolithic, so I was eager to see them. And I wasn't disappointed; I definitely saw them! We had left the Sto-lu region and had literally fought our way through packs of wild animals for two days when we decided to set up camp a bit earlier than usual because we had reached a line of cliffs running east and west, which had several promising cave dwellings. We were both very tired, and the sight of these caves, many of which could easily be barricaded, convinced us to stop for the night. It only took a few minutes of exploring to find one cave up high on the cliff face that seemed perfect for our needs. It opened onto a narrow ledge where we could build our cook-fire; the entrance was so small that we had to lie down and wriggle through it to get inside, but the interior was high and spacious. I lit a torch and looked around; as far as I could see, the chamber extended back into the cliff.
Laying aside my rifle, pistol and heavy ammunition-belt, I left Ajor in the cave while I went down to gather firewood. We already had meat and fruits which we had gathered just before reaching the cliffs, and my canteen was filled with fresh water. Therefore, all we required was fuel, and as I always saved Ajor's strength when I could, I would not permit her to accompany me. The poor girl was very tired; but she would have gone with me until she dropped, I know, so loyal was she. She was the best comrade in the world, and sometimes I regretted and sometimes I was glad that she was not of my own caste, for had she been, I should unquestionably have fallen in love with her. As it was, we traveled together like two boys, with huge respect for each other but no softer sentiment.
Setting aside my rifle, pistol, and heavy ammo belt, I left Ajor in the cave while I went to gather firewood. We already had meat and fruit that we had collected just before reaching the cliffs, and my canteen was filled with fresh water. So, all we needed was fuel, and since I always tried to save Ajor's strength when I could, I wouldn’t let her come with me. The poor girl was really tired, but I knew she would have followed me until she dropped, so loyal was she. She was the best companion in the world, and sometimes I regretted it and sometimes I was glad that she wasn’t from my own background, because if she had been, I definitely would have fallen in love with her. As it was, we traveled together like two guys, with a huge respect for each other but no softer feelings.
There was little timber close to the base of the cliffs, and so I was forced to enter the wood some two hundred yards distant. I realize now how foolhardy was my act in such a land as Caspak, teeming with danger and with death; but there is a certain amount of fool in every man; and whatever proportion of it I own must have been in the ascendant that day, for the truth of the matter is that I went down into those woods absolutely defenseless; and I paid the price, as people usually do for their indiscretions. As I searched around in the brush for likely pieces of firewood, my head bowed and my eyes upon the ground, I suddenly felt a great weight hurl itself upon me. I struggled to my knees and seized my assailant, a huge, naked man—naked except for a breechcloth of snakeskin, the head hanging down to the knees. The fellow was armed with a stone-shod spear, a stone knife and a hatchet. In his black hair were several gay-colored feathers. As we struggled to and fro, I was slowly gaining advantage of him, when a score of his fellows came running up and overpowered me.
There was hardly any wood near the base of the cliffs, so I had to go about two hundred yards into the forest. Looking back, I realize how reckless it was to act this way in a place like Caspak, filled with danger and death; but there’s a bit of foolishness in everyone, and whatever amount I had must have been in control that day, because the truth is I went into those woods completely unarmed, and I paid for my mistake, as people often do. As I rummaged through the brush for suitable firewood, my head down and my eyes on the ground, I suddenly felt a massive weight crash down on me. I managed to get to my knees and grabbed my attacker—a huge, naked man, except for a snakeskin loincloth that hung down to his knees. He was equipped with a spear tipped with stone, a stone knife, and a hatchet. In his dark hair were several brightly colored feathers. As we fought back and forth, I was slowly getting the upper hand when a group of about twenty of his companions rushed in and overwhelmed me.
They bound my hands behind me with long rawhide thongs and then surveyed me critically. I found them fine-looking specimens of manhood, for the most part. There were some among them who bore a resemblance to the Sto-lu and were hairy; but the majority had massive heads and not unlovely features. There was little about them to suggest the ape, as in the Sto-lu, Bo-lu and Alus. I expected them to kill me at once, but they did not. Instead they questioned me; but it was evident that they did not believe my story, for they scoffed and laughed.
They tied my hands behind my back with long rawhide straps and then looked me over critically. I thought they were mostly good-looking guys. Some of them looked a bit like the Sto-lu and were hairy, but most had strong heads and decent features. There was little about them that reminded me of apes, unlike the Sto-lu, Bo-lu, and Alus. I thought they would kill me right away, but they didn’t. Instead, they started questioning me; it was clear they didn’t buy my story because they mocked and laughed.
"The Galus have turned you out," they cried. "If you go back to them, you will die. If you remain here, you will die. We shall kill you; but first we shall have a dance and you shall dance with us—the dance of death."
"The Galus have kicked you out," they shouted. "If you go back to them, you'll die. If you stay here, you'll die. We'll kill you; but first, we're going to have a dance, and you'll dance with us—the dance of death."
It sounded quite reassuring! But I knew that I was not to be killed immediately, and so I took heart. They led me toward the cliffs, and as we approached them, I glanced up and was sure that I saw Ajor's bright eyes peering down upon us from our lofty cave; but she gave no sign if she saw me; and we passed on, rounded the end of the cliffs and proceeded along the opposite face of them until we came to a section literally honeycombed with caves. All about, upon the ground and swarming the ledges before the entrances, were hundreds of members of the tribe. There were many women but no babes or children, though I noticed that the females had better developed breasts than any that I had seen among the hatchet-men, the club-men, the Alus or the apes. In fact, among the lower orders of Caspakian man the female breast is but a rudimentary organ, barely suggested in the apes and Alus, and only a little more defined in the Bo-lu and Sto-lu, though always increasingly so until it is found about half developed in the females of the spear-men; yet never was there an indication that the females had suckled young; nor were there any young among them. Some of the Band-lu women were quite comely. The figures of all, both men and women, were symmetrical though heavy, and though there were some who verged strongly upon the Sto-lu type, there were others who were positively handsome and whose bodies were quite hairless. The Alus are all bearded, but among the Bo-lu the beard disappears in the women. The Sto-lu men show a sparse beard, the Band-lu none; and there is little hair upon the bodies of their women.
It sounded pretty reassuring! But I knew I wasn't going to be killed immediately, so I felt a bit better. They led me toward the cliffs, and as we got closer, I looked up and thought I saw Ajor's bright eyes watching us from our high cave; but she didn't give any sign that she saw me, and we continued on, rounding the end of the cliffs and moving along the other side until we reached a section full of caves. All around, on the ground and crowded on the ledges before the entrances, were hundreds of tribe members. There were many women, but no babies or children, although I noticed that the females had better developed breasts than any I had seen among the hatchet-men, the club-men, the Alus, or the apes. In fact, among the lower types of Caspakian man, the female breast is just a basic organ, barely noted in the apes and Alus, and only slightly more defined in the Bo-lu and Sto-lu, but it becomes increasingly developed until it’s about half-formed in the females of the spear-men; yet there was never any sign that the females had nursed young, nor were there any young among them. Some of the Band-lu women were quite attractive. The figures of all, both men and women, were symmetrical though heavy, and while some leaned heavily toward the Sto-lu type, others were definitely good-looking and had almost hairless bodies. The Alus all have beards, but among the Bo-lu, women don’t have them. The Sto-lu men have sparse beards, the Band-lu men have none; and there is very little hair on the bodies of their women.
The members of the tribe showed great interest in me, especially in my clothing, the like of which, of course, they never had seen. They pulled and hauled upon me, and some of them struck me; but for the most part they were not inclined to brutality. It was only the hairier ones, who most closely resembled the Sto-lu, who maltreated me. At last my captors led me into a great cave in the mouth of which a fire was burning. The floor was littered with filth, including the bones of many animals, and the atmosphere reeked with the stench of human bodies and putrefying flesh. Here they fed me, releasing my arms, and I ate of half-cooked aurochs steak and a stew which may have been made of snakes, for many of the long, round pieces of meat suggested them most nauseatingly.
The members of the tribe were really curious about me, especially my clothes, which they had obviously never seen before. They pulled at me and even hit me a few times; however, most of them weren’t overly aggressive. It was mainly the hairier ones who looked like the Sto-lu that treated me badly. Eventually, my captors took me into a large cave where a fire was burning at the entrance. The floor was covered in filth, including the bones of various animals, and the place smelled awful, like a mix of human bodies and rotting meat. Here, they let my arms go and fed me half-cooked aurochs steak and a stew that might have contained snakes, because many of the long, round pieces of meat looked disturbingly similar to them.
The meal completed, they led me well within the cavern, which they lighted with torches stuck in various crevices in the light of which I saw, to my astonishment, that the walls were covered with paintings and etchings. There were aurochs, red deer, saber-tooth tiger, cave-bear, hyaenadon and many other examples of the fauna of Caspak done in colors, usually of four shades of brown, or scratched upon the surface of the rock. Often they were super-imposed upon each other until it required careful examination to trace out the various outlines. But they all showed a rather remarkable aptitude for delineation which further fortified Bowen's comparisons between these people and the extinct Cro-Magnons whose ancient art is still preserved in the caverns of Niaux and Le Portel. The Band-lu, however, did not have the bow and arrow, and in this respect they differ from their extinct progenitors, or descendants, of Western Europe.
The meal finished, they took me deep into the cave, which they lit with torches stuck in various crevices. To my surprise, I saw that the walls were covered with paintings and carvings. There were aurochs, red deer, saber-tooth tigers, cave bears, hyaenadon, and many other examples of the wildlife of Caspak, all done in colors, usually in four shades of brown, or scratched into the rock surface. Often, the images were layered on top of each other, making it necessary to look closely to trace the different outlines. However, they all displayed a remarkable talent for illustration, which further supported Bowen's comparisons between these people and the extinct Cro-Magnons whose ancient art is still found in the caves of Niaux and Le Portel. The Band-lu, however, did not have the bow and arrow, which sets them apart from their extinct ancestors or descendants in Western Europe.
Should any of my friends chance to read the story of my adventures upon Caprona, I hope they will not be bored by these diversions, and if they are, I can only say that I am writing my memoirs for my own edification and therefore setting down those things which interested me particularly at the time. I have no desire that the general public should ever have access to these pages; but it is possible that my friends may, and also certain savants who are interested; and to them, while I do not apologize for my philosophizing, I humbly explain that they are witnessing the gropings of a finite mind after the infinite, the search for explanations of the inexplicable.
Should any of my friends happen to read the story of my adventures on Caprona, I hope they won’t find these diversions boring. If they do, I can only say that I’m writing my memoirs for my own personal growth, so I’m including those things that particularly interested me at the time. I have no intention of sharing these pages with the general public; however, it’s possible that my friends and some scholars who are curious may take a look. To them, while I don’t apologize for my philosophical musings, I humbly explain that they are witnessing the struggles of a limited mind searching for understanding in the realm of the infinite, trying to make sense of the unexplainable.
In a far recess of the cavern my captors bade me halt. Again my hands were secured, and this time my feet as well. During the operation they questioned me, and I was mighty glad that the marked similarity between the various tribal tongues of Caspak enabled us to understand each other perfectly, even though they were unable to believe or even to comprehend the truth of my origin and the circumstances of my advent in Caspak; and finally they left me saying that they would come for me before the dance of death upon the morrow. Before they departed with their torches, I saw that I had not been conducted to the farthest extremity of the cavern, for a dark and gloomy corridor led beyond my prison room into the heart of the cliff.
In a remote part of the cave, my captors told me to stop. Once again, my hands were bound, and this time, so were my feet. While they secured me, they asked me questions, and I was really grateful that the strong similarities between the different tribal languages of Caspak allowed us to understand each other perfectly, even though they couldn't believe or grasp the truth of where I came from and how I ended up in Caspak. Finally, they left me, saying they would return for me before the dance of death tomorrow. Before they took off with their torches, I noticed that I hadn’t been taken to the farthest end of the cave, as a dark and gloomy hallway extended from my prison room into the depths of the cliff.
I could not but marvel at the immensity of this great underground grotto. Already I had traversed several hundred yards of it, from many points of which other corridors diverged. The whole cliff must be honeycombed with apartments and passages of which this community occupied but a comparatively small part, so that the possibility of the more remote passages being the lair of savage beasts that have other means of ingress and egress than that used by the Band-lu filled me with dire forebodings.
I couldn't help but be amazed by the vastness of this enormous underground cave. By now, I had traveled several hundred yards of it, from many spots where other corridors branched off. The entire cliff must be filled with rooms and passages, of which this community used only a small portion, making the idea that the more distant passages could be home to wild animals that have different ways in and out than the one used by the Band-lu fill me with a sense of dread.
I believe that I am not ordinarily hysterically apprehensive; yet I must confess that under the conditions with which I was confronted, I felt my nerves to be somewhat shaken. On the morrow I was to die some sort of nameless death for the diversion of a savage horde, but the morrow held fewer terrors for me than the present, and I submit to any fair-minded man if it is not a terrifying thing to lie bound hand and foot in the Stygian blackness of an immense cave peopled by unknown dangers in a land overrun by hideous beasts and reptiles of the greatest ferocity. At any moment, perhaps at this very moment, some silent-footed beast of prey might catch my scent where it laired in some contiguous passage, and might creep stealthily upon me. I craned my neck about, and stared through the inky darkness for the twin spots of blazing hate which I knew would herald the coming of my executioner. So real were the imaginings of my overwrought brain that I broke into a cold sweat in absolute conviction that some beast was close before me; yet the hours dragged, and no sound broke the grave-like stillness of the cavern.
I don’t usually get overly anxious, but I have to admit that in the situation I faced, my nerves were pretty rattled. Tomorrow, I was set to die a nameless death for the entertainment of a savage group, but I found the thought of tomorrow less terrifying than my current reality. I challenge anyone reasonable to say it’s not terrifying to be tied up in the pitch-blackness of a huge cave filled with unknown dangers, in a land swarming with terrifying beasts and ruthless reptiles. At any moment, maybe even right now, a stealthy predator could pick up my scent from a nearby passage and sneak up on me. I craned my neck, staring into the darkness for the two spots of fiery hate that I knew would signal the approach of my executioner. The fears in my mind felt so real that I broke out in a cold sweat, absolutely convinced that a beast was right in front of me; yet the hours dragged on, and not a single sound broke the heavy silence of the cave.
During that period of eternity many events of my life passed before my mental vision, a vast parade of friends and occurrences which would be blotted out forever on the morrow. I cursed myself for the foolish act which had taken me from the search-party that so depended upon me, and I wondered what progress, if any, they had made. Were they still beyond the barrier cliffs, awaiting my return? Or had they found a way into Caspak? I felt that the latter would be the truth, for the party was not made up of men easily turned from a purpose. Quite probable it was that they were already searching for me; but that they would ever find a trace of me I doubted. Long since, had I come to the conclusion that it was beyond human prowess to circle the shores of the inland sea of Caspak in the face of the myriad menaces which lurked in every shadow by day and by night. Long since, had I given up any hope of reaching the point where I had made my entry into the country, and so I was now equally convinced that our entire expedition had been worse than futile before ever it was conceived, since Bowen J. Tyler and his wife could not by any possibility have survived during all these long months; no more could Bradley and his party of seamen be yet in existence. If the superior force and equipment of my party enabled them to circle the north end of the sea, they might some day come upon the broken wreck of my plane hanging in the great tree to the south; but long before that, my bones would be added to the litter upon the floor of this mighty cavern.
During that endless time, a lot of events in my life flashed before my mind, a huge parade of friends and experiences that would be erased forever tomorrow. I cursed myself for the foolish decision that took me away from the search party that relied on me, and I wondered what progress, if any, they had made. Were they still beyond the barrier cliffs, waiting for me to return? Or had they found a way into Caspak? I felt the latter was true because the party consisted of people who didn’t easily abandon their goals. It was very likely they were already looking for me; however, I doubted they would find any trace of me. I had long ago concluded that it was beyond human skill to circle the shores of the inland sea of Caspak while facing the countless dangers that lurked in every shadow, both day and night. I had also given up any hope of reaching the spot where I had entered the country, and so I was now equally convinced that our entire expedition had been more than pointless even before it started, since Bowen J. Tyler and his wife couldn't possibly have survived all these long months; nor could Bradley and his group of sailors still be alive. If my party's superior strength and equipment allowed them to go around the north end of the sea, they might one day come across the broken wreck of my plane hanging in the large tree to the south; but long before that, my bones would become part of the debris on the floor of this immense cavern.
And through all my thoughts, real and fanciful, moved the image of a perfect girl, clear-eyed and strong and straight and beautiful, with the carriage of a queen and the supple, undulating grace of a leopard. Though I loved my friends, their fate seemed of less importance to me than the fate of this little barbarian stranger for whom, I had convinced myself many a time, I felt no greater sentiment than passing friendship for a fellow-wayfarer in this land of horrors. Yet I so worried and fretted about her and her future that at last I quite forgot my own predicament, though I still struggled intermittently with my bonds in vain endeavor to free myself; as much, however, that I might hasten to her protection as that I might escape the fate which had been planned for me. And while I was thus engaged and had for the moment forgotten my apprehensions concerning prowling beasts, I was startled into tense silence by a distinct and unmistakable sound coming from the dark corridor farther toward the heart of the cliff—the sound of padded feet moving stealthily in my direction.
And throughout all my thoughts, real and imagined, the image of a perfect girl lingered—clear-eyed, strong, upright, and beautiful, with the poise of a queen and the smooth, flowing grace of a leopard. Even though I cared for my friends, their fate seemed less significant to me than that of this little barbarian stranger, for whom I had convinced myself time and again that I felt no deeper emotion than passing camaraderie for a fellow traveler in this land of horrors. Still, I worried and fretted about her and her future so much that I eventually forgot my own situation, although I still struggled intermittently with my bonds in a futile attempt to free myself; partly so I could rush to her aid and partly to escape the fate that had been planned for me. While I was preoccupied and had temporarily put aside my fears about lurking beasts, I was suddenly startled into silence by a distinct, unmistakable sound coming from the dark corridor deeper into the cliff—the sound of padded feet stealthily making their way toward me.
I believe that never before in all my life, even amidst the terrors of childhood nights, have I suffered such a sensation of extreme horror as I did that moment in which I realized that I must lie bound and helpless while some horrid beast of prey crept upon me to devour me in that utter darkness of the Band-lu pits of Caspak. I reeked with cold sweat, and my flesh crawled—I could feel it crawl. If ever I came nearer to abject cowardice, I do not recall the instance; and yet it was not that I was afraid to die, for I had long since given myself up as lost—a few days of Caspak must impress anyone with the utter nothingness of life. The waters, the land, the air teem with it, and always it is being devoured by some other form of life. Life is the cheapest thing in Caspak, as it is the cheapest thing on earth and, doubtless, the cheapest cosmic production. No, I was not afraid to die; in fact, I prayed for death, that I might be relieved of the frightfulness of the interval of life which remained to me—the waiting, the awful waiting, for that fearsome beast to reach me and to strike.
I believe that never before in my life, even during the scary nights of childhood, have I felt such an intense horror as I did in that moment when I realized I had to lie tied up and helpless while some terrifying predator approached to devour me in the complete darkness of the Band-lu pits in Caspak. I was drenched in cold sweat, and my skin crawled—I could actually feel it crawl. If I ever came close to being completely cowardly, I can't recall when; yet, it wasn't that I was afraid to die, because I had long accepted that I was lost—just a few days in Caspak is enough to make anyone aware of the utter emptiness of life. The water, the land, the air are all full of it, and it's constantly being consumed by some other form of life. Life is the most worthless thing in Caspak, just as it is on Earth and, undoubtedly, in the entire universe. No, I wasn't afraid to die; in fact, I prayed for death so I could be free of the terror of the remaining moments of life—the waiting, the dreadful waiting, for that beast to reach me and attack.
Presently it was so close that I could hear its breathing, and then it touched me and leaped quickly back as though it had come upon me unexpectedly. For long moments no sound broke the sepulchral silence of the cave. Then I heard a movement on the part of the creature near me, and again it touched me, and I felt something like a hairless hand pass over my face and down until it touched the collar of my flannel shirt. And then, subdued, but filled with pent emotion, a voice cried: "Tom!"
Right then, it was so close that I could hear it breathing, and then it touched me and quickly jumped back as if it had stumbled upon me by surprise. For a long time, not a single sound broke the heavy silence of the cave. Then I noticed some movement from the creature next to me, and again it touched me; I felt something like a hairless hand glide over my face and down to the collar of my flannel shirt. And then, softly but filled with suppressed emotion, a voice called out: "Tom!"
I think I nearly fainted, so great was the reaction. "Ajor!" I managed to say. "Ajor, my girl, can it be you?"
I think I almost fainted; the reaction was overwhelming. "Ajor!" I managed to say. "Ajor, my girl, is it really you?"
"Oh, Tom!" she cried again in a trembly little voice and flung herself upon me, sobbing softly. I had not known that Ajor could cry.
"Oh, Tom!" she cried again in a shaky little voice and threw herself onto me, sobbing softly. I hadn't known that Ajor could cry.
As she cut away my bonds, she told me that from the entrance to our cave she had seen the Band-lu coming out of the forest with me, and she had followed until they took me into the cave, which she had seen was upon the opposite side of the cliff in which ours was located; and then, knowing that she could do nothing for me until after the Band-lu slept, she had hastened to return to our cave. With difficulty she had reached it, after having been stalked by a cave-lion and almost seized. I trembled at the risk she had run.
As she untied me, she told me that from the entrance of our cave, she had seen the Band-lu coming out of the forest with me, and she had followed them until they took me into their cave, which was on the other side of the cliff from ours. Knowing that she couldn't help me until after the Band-lu were asleep, she hurried back to our cave. It wasn't easy for her; she had to dodge a cave lion that almost caught her. I felt a chill at the danger she faced.
It had been her intention to wait until after midnight, when most of the carnivora would have made their kills, and then attempt to reach the cave in which I was imprisoned and rescue me. She explained that with my rifle and pistol—both of which she assured me she could use, having watched me so many times—she planned upon frightening the Band-lu and forcing them to give me up. Brave little girl! She would have risked her life willingly to save me. But some time after she reached our cave she heard voices from the far recesses within, and immediately concluded that we had but found another entrance to the caves which the Band-lu occupied upon the other face of the cliff. Then she had set out through those winding passages and in total darkness had groped her way, guided solely by a marvelous sense of direction, to where I lay. She had had to proceed with utmost caution lest she fall into some abyss in the darkness and in truth she had thrice come upon sheer drops and had been forced to take the most frightful risks to pass them. I shudder even now as I contemplate what this girl passed through for my sake and how she enhanced her peril in loading herself down with the weight of my arms and ammunition and the awkwardness of the long rifle which she was unaccustomed to bearing.
She planned to wait until after midnight, when most of the predators had made their kills, and then try to reach the cave where I was trapped to rescue me. She explained that with my rifle and pistol—both of which she assured me she could handle, having watched me use them so many times—she intended to scare the Band-lu into letting me go. What a brave girl! She would have risked her life to save me without hesitation. But after she got to our cave, she heard voices coming from deep inside and immediately figured out that we had simply found another entrance to the Band-lu's caves on the other side of the cliff. She set off through those winding paths and, in complete darkness, managed to navigate her way to where I lay, guided only by an incredible sense of direction. She had to be extremely careful not to fall into any abyss in the darkness, and in fact, she encountered sheer drops three times and had to take some terrifying risks to get past them. I still shudder when I think about what she went through for me and how she increased her own danger by carrying my weapons and ammunition, along with the awkward long rifle that she wasn't used to handling.
I could have knelt and kissed her hand in reverence and gratitude; nor am I ashamed to say that that is precisely what I did after I had been freed from my bonds and heard the story of her trials. Brave little Ajor! Wonder-girl out of the dim, unthinkable past! Never before had she been kissed; but she seemed to sense something of the meaning of the new caress, for she leaned forward in the dark and pressed her own lips to my forehead. A sudden urge surged through me to seize her and strain her to my bosom and cover her hot young lips with the kisses of a real love, but I did not do so, for I knew that I did not love her; and to have kissed her thus, with passion, would have been to inflict a great wrong upon her who had offered her life for mine.
I could have knelt and kissed her hand out of respect and gratitude; I'm not ashamed to admit that's exactly what I did after I was freed from my bonds and heard about her struggles. Brave little Ajor! Wonder-girl from the distant, unimaginable past! She had never been kissed before, but she seemed to glimpse a bit of the meaning behind the new gesture, as she leaned forward in the dark and pressed her lips to my forehead. A sudden urge rushed through me to pull her close, hold her tight, and shower her with kisses full of real love, but I held back because I knew I didn’t truly love her; kissing her with such passion would have been a huge wrong to someone who had given her life for mine.
No, Ajor should be as safe with me as with her own mother, if she had one, which I was inclined to doubt, even though she told me that she had once been a babe and hidden by her mother. I had come to doubt if there was such a thing as a mother in Caspak, a mother such as we know. From the Bo-lu to the Kro-lu there is no word which corresponds with our word mother. They speak of ata and cor sva jo, meaning reproduction and from the beginning, and point toward the south; but no one has a mother.
No, Ajor should feel just as safe with me as she would with her own mother, if she even had one, which I was starting to doubt, even though she claimed she had once been a baby and was hidden by her mother. I had begun to question whether there was such a thing as a mother in Caspak, a mother like we understand it. From the Bo-lu to the Kro-lu, there isn’t a word that translates to our word for mother. They talk about ata and cor sva jo, meaning reproduction and from the beginning, and point to the south; but no one has a mother.
After considerable difficulty we gained what we thought was our cave, only to find that it was not, and then we realized that we were lost in the labyrinthine mazes of the great cavern. We retraced our steps and sought the point from which we had started, but only succeeded in losing ourselves the more. Ajor was aghast—not so much from fear of our predicament; but that she should have failed in the functioning of that wonderful sense she possessed in common with most other creatures Caspakian, which makes it possible for them to move unerringly from place to place without compass or guide.
After a lot of struggle, we reached what we thought was our cave, only to discover it wasn’t, and then we realized we were lost in the maze of the massive cavern. We retraced our steps to find the spot we had started from, but ended up getting even more lost. Ajor was shocked—not so much because of the fear of our situation, but because she had failed to use that amazing ability she shared with most other creatures in Caspak, which allows them to move confidently from one place to another without a compass or guide.
Hand in hand we crept along, searching for an opening into the outer world, yet realizing that at each step we might be burrowing more deeply into the heart of the great cliff, or circling futilely in the vague wandering that could end only in death. And the darkness! It was almost palpable, and utterly depressing. I had matches, and in some of the more difficult places I struck one; but we couldn't afford to waste them, and so we groped our way slowly along, doing the best we could to keep to one general direction in the hope that it would eventually lead us to an opening into the outer world. When I struck matches, I noticed that the walls bore no paintings; nor was there other sign that man had penetrated this far within the cliff, nor any spoor of animals of other kinds.
Hand in hand, we cautiously moved forward, looking for a way into the outside world, yet aware that with each step we could be digging deeper into the heart of the massive cliff or wandering aimlessly in a direction that could only lead to our demise. And the darkness! It felt almost tangible and completely disheartening. I had some matches, and in certain tough spots, I lit one, but we couldn't afford to waste them, so we felt our way slowly along, trying our best to stick to a general direction in hopes it would eventually lead us to an opening into the outside world. When I lit the matches, I noticed that the walls had no paintings, nor was there any indication that humans had ventured this far into the cliff, nor any signs of other animals.
It would be difficult to guess at the time we spent wandering through those black corridors, climbing steep ascents, feeling our way along the edges of bottomless pits, never knowing at what moment we might be plunged into some abyss and always haunted by the ever-present terror of death by starvation and thirst. As difficult as it was, I still realized that it might have been infinitely worse had I had another companion than Ajor—courageous, uncomplaining, loyal little Ajor! She was tired and hungry and thirsty, and she must have been discouraged; but she never faltered in her cheerfulness. I asked her if she was afraid, and she replied that here the Wieroo could not get her, and that if she died of hunger, she would at least die with me and she was quite content that such should be her end. At the time I attributed her attitude to something akin to a doglike devotion to a new master who had been kind to her. I can take oath to the fact that I did not think it was anything more.
It would be hard to estimate how long we spent wandering through those dark hallways, climbing steep slopes, feeling our way along the edges of bottomless pits, never knowing when we might fall into some abyss and always haunted by the constant fear of dying from starvation and thirst. As tough as it was, I still realized that it could have been infinitely worse if I had another companion instead of Ajor—brave, uncomplaining, loyal little Ajor! She was tired, hungry, and thirsty, and she must have been disheartened; but she never wavered in her positivity. I asked her if she was scared, and she said that here the Wieroo couldn’t reach her, and that if she died of hunger, at least she would die with me and she was perfectly fine with that being her end. At the time, I thought her attitude was similar to a doglike loyalty to a new owner who had been kind to her. I swear I honestly didn’t think it was anything deeper.
Whether we had been imprisoned in the cliff for a day or a week I could not say; nor even now do I know. We became very tired and hungry; the hours dragged; we slept at least twice, and then we rose and stumbled on, always weaker and weaker. There were ages during which the trend of the corridors was always upward. It was heartbreaking work for people in the state of exhaustion in which we then were, but we clung tenaciously to it. We stumbled and fell; we sank through pure physical inability to retain our feet; but always we managed to rise at last and go on. At first, wherever it had been possible, we had walked hand in hand lest we become separated, and later, when I saw that Ajor was weakening rapidly, we went side by side, I supporting her with an arm about her waist. I still retained the heavy burden of my armament; but with the rifle slung to my back, my hands were free. When I too showed indisputable evidences of exhaustion, Ajor suggested that I lay aside my arms and ammunition; but I told her that as it would mean certain death for me to traverse Caspak without them, I might as well take the chance of dying here in the cave with them, for there was the other chance that we might find our way to liberty.
I couldn't tell you if we had been stuck in the cliff for a day or a week; I still don't know. We became very tired and hungry; time dragged on. We slept at least twice, and then we got up and stumbled on, getting weaker and weaker. There were long stretches where the corridors slanted upwards. It was exhausting work for us, considering how drained we were, but we held on tightly to it. We stumbled and fell; we collapsed from sheer physical exhaustion; but somehow we always managed to get back up and keep going. At first, we walked hand in hand wherever we could to avoid getting separated, and later, when I saw Ajor weakening quickly, we walked side by side, with my arm around her waist for support. I still had the heavy weight of my gear; but with my rifle slung across my back, my hands were free. When I showed clear signs of exhaustion too, Ajor suggested I set down my arms and ammunition; but I told her that it would mean certain death for me to cross Caspak without them, so I might as well take my chances dying here in the cave with them, since there was still hope we might find our way to freedom.
There came a time when Ajor could no longer walk, and then it was that I picked her up in my arms and carried her. She begged me to leave her, saying that after I found an exit, I could come back and get her; but she knew, and she knew that I knew, that if ever I did leave her, I could never find her again. Yet she insisted. Barely had I sufficient strength to take a score of steps at a time; then I would have to sink down and rest for five to ten minutes. I don't know what force urged me on and kept me going in the face of an absolute conviction that my efforts were utterly futile. I counted us already as good as dead; but still I dragged myself along until the time came that I could no longer rise, but could only crawl along a few inches at a time, dragging Ajor beside me. Her sweet voice, now almost inaudible from weakness, implored me to abandon her and save myself—she seemed to think only of me. Of course I couldn't have left her there alone, no matter how much I might have desired to do so; but the fact of the matter was that I didn't desire to leave her. What I said to her then came very simply and naturally to my lips. It couldn't very well have been otherwise, I imagine, for with death so close, I doubt if people are much inclined to heroics. "I would rather not get out at all, Ajor," I said to her, "than to get out without you." We were resting against a rocky wall, and Ajor was leaning against me, her head on my breast. I could feel her press closer to me, and one hand stroked my arm in a weak caress; but she didn't say anything, nor were words necessary.
There came a time when Ajor could no longer walk, and that’s when I picked her up in my arms and carried her. She begged me to leave her, saying that after I found an exit, I could come back and get her; but she knew, and she knew that I knew, that if I ever left her, I could never find her again. Yet she insisted. I barely had enough strength to take a few steps at a time; then I would have to sit and rest for five to ten minutes. I don’t know what pushed me forward and kept me going despite the solid belief that my efforts were completely pointless. I already considered us pretty much dead; but still, I dragged myself along until I could no longer stand, only able to crawl a few inches at a time, dragging Ajor with me. Her sweet voice, now almost a whisper from weakness, begged me to leave her and save myself—she seemed to think only of me. Of course, I couldn't leave her there alone, no matter how much I might have wanted to; but the truth is, I didn’t want to leave her. What I said to her then came very naturally to my lips. It couldn’t have been any different, I imagine, because with death so near, I doubt people are very inclined to be heroic. "I’d rather not get out at all, Ajor," I said to her, "than to get out without you." We were resting against a rocky wall, and Ajor was leaning against me, her head on my chest. I could feel her pressing closer to me, and one hand softly stroked my arm; but she didn’t say anything, nor were words necessary.
After a few minutes' more rest, we started on again upon our utterly hopeless way; but I soon realized that I was weakening rapidly, and presently I was forced to admit that I was through. "It's no use, Ajor," I said, "I've come as far as I can. It may be that if I sleep, I can go on again after," but I knew that that was not true, and that the end was near. "Yes, sleep," said Ajor. "We will sleep together—forever."
After a few more minutes of rest, we set out again on our completely hopeless path; but I quickly realized I was getting weaker, and soon I had to admit that I was done. "It's no use, Ajor," I said, "I've gone as far as I can. Maybe if I sleep, I can go on again later," but I knew that wasn't true and that the end was close. "Yes, sleep," Ajor said. "We'll sleep together—forever."
She crept close to me as I lay on the hard floor and pillowed her head upon my arm. With the little strength which remained to me, I drew her up until our lips touched, and, then I whispered: "Good-bye!" I must have lost consciousness almost immediately, for I recall nothing more until I suddenly awoke out of a troubled sleep, during which I dreamed that I was drowning, to find the cave lighted by what appeared to be diffused daylight, and a tiny trickle of water running down the corridor and forming a puddle in the little depression in which it chanced that Ajor and I lay. I turned my eyes quickly upon Ajor, fearful for what the light might disclose; but she still breathed, though very faintly. Then I searched about for an explanation of the light, and soon discovered that it came from about a bend in the corridor just ahead of us and at the top of a steep incline; and instantly I realized that Ajor and I had stumbled by night almost to the portal of salvation. Had chance taken us a few yards further, up either of the corridors which diverged from ours just ahead of us, we might have been irrevocably lost; we might still be lost; but at least we could die in the light of day, out of the horrid blackness of this terrible cave.
She crept close to me as I lay on the hard floor and rested her head on my arm. With the little strength I had left, I pulled her up until our lips touched, and then I whispered, "Good-bye!" I must have lost consciousness almost immediately because I remember nothing more until I suddenly woke up from a troubled sleep, during which I dreamed that I was drowning. I found the cave lit by what looked like diffused daylight, with a small trickle of water running down the corridor and forming a puddle in the little dip where Ajor and I lay. I quickly turned my eyes to Ajor, fearing what the light might reveal; but she was still breathing, though very faintly. Then I looked around for an explanation for the light and soon realized it came from around a bend in the corridor just ahead of us at the top of a steep incline; and in that moment, I realized that Ajor and I had stumbled almost to the portal of salvation. If we had taken a few more steps up either of the corridors that branched off from ours just ahead, we could have been lost forever; we might still be lost; but at least we could die in the light of day, away from the horrible darkness of this terrible cave.
I tried to rise, and found that sleep had given me back a portion of my strength; and then I tasted the water and was further refreshed. I shook Ajor gently by the shoulder; but she did not open her eyes, and then I gathered a few drops of water in my cupped palm and let them trickle between her lips. This revived her so that she raised her lids, and when she saw me, she smiled.
I tried to get up and realized that sleep had restored some of my strength. Then I drank some water and felt even more refreshed. I gently shook Ajor by the shoulder, but she didn't open her eyes. So, I collected a few drops of water in my cupped palm and let them flow between her lips. This brought her back to consciousness, and when she saw me, she smiled.
"What happened?" she asked. "Where are we?"
"What happened?" she asked. "Where are we?"
"We are at the end of the corridor," I replied, "and daylight is coming in from the outside world just ahead. We are saved, Ajor!"
"We’re at the end of the hall," I said, "and sunlight is streaming in from outside just up ahead. We’re safe, Ajor!"
She sat up then and looked about, and then, quite womanlike, she burst into tears. It was the reaction, of course; and then too, she was very weak. I took her in my arms and quieted her as best I could, and finally, with my help, she got to her feet; for she, as well as I, had found some slight recuperation in sleep. Together we staggered upward toward the light, and at the first turn we saw an opening a few yards ahead of us and a leaden sky beyond—a leaden sky from which was falling a drizzling rain, the author of our little, trickling stream which had given us drink when we were most in need of it.
She sat up and looked around, and then, just like a woman, she started to cry. It was the reaction, of course; and she was also very weak. I took her in my arms and calmed her down as best I could, and eventually, with my help, she stood up; because she, just like me, had gained some slight energy from sleep. Together we stumbled toward the light, and at the first turn, we saw an opening a few yards ahead and a dull sky beyond—a dull sky that was pouring a light rain, the source of our little trickling stream that had provided us with water when we needed it the most.
The cave had been damp and cold; but as we crawled through the aperture, the muggy warmth of the Caspakian air caressed and confronted us; even the rain was warmer than the atmosphere of those dark corridors. We had water now, and warmth, and I was sure that Caspak would soon offer us meat or fruit; but as we came to where we could look about, we saw that we were upon the summit of the cliffs, where there seemed little reason to expect game. However, there were trees, and among them we soon descried edible fruits with which we broke our long fast.
The cave had been damp and cold, but as we crawled through the opening, the humid warmth of the Caspakian air welcomed us; even the rain felt warmer than the air in those dark corridors. We had water now, and warmth, and I was confident that Caspak would soon provide us with meat or fruit. However, when we reached a point where we could look around, we realized we were on top of the cliffs, where there seemed to be little chance of finding game. Still, there were trees, and among them, we quickly spotted edible fruits that helped us break our long fast.
Chapter 4
We spent two days upon the cliff-top, resting and recuperating. There was some small game which gave us meat, and the little pools of rainwater were sufficient to quench our thirst. The sun came out a few hours after we emerged from the cave, and in its warmth we soon cast off the gloom which our recent experiences had saddled upon us.
We spent two days on the cliff-top, resting and recovering. There was some small game that provided us with meat, and the little pools of rainwater were enough to satisfy our thirst. The sun came out a few hours after we left the cave, and in its warmth, we quickly shed the gloom that our recent experiences had burdened us with.
Upon the morning of the third day we set out to search for a path down to the valley. Below us, to the north, we saw a large pool lying at the foot of the cliffs, and in it we could discern the women of the Band-lu lying in the shallow waters, while beyond and close to the base of the mighty barrier-cliffs there was a large party of Band-lu warriors going north to hunt. We had a splendid view from our lofty cliff-top. Dimly, to the west, we could see the farther shore of the inland sea, and southwest the large southern island loomed distinctly before us. A little east of north was the northern island, which Ajor, shuddering, whispered was the home of the Wieroo—the land of Oo-oh. It lay at the far end of the lake and was barely visible to us, being fully sixty miles away.
On the morning of the third day, we set out to find a way down to the valley. Below us, to the north, we spotted a large pool at the base of the cliffs, where we could see the women of the Band-lu wading in the shallow water. Nearby, a big group of Band-lu warriors was heading north to hunt. The view from our high cliff-top was amazing. Off to the west, we could just make out the far shore of the inland sea, and to the southwest, the large southern island stood out clearly. A little east of north was the northern island, which Ajor, shivering, whispered was the home of the Wieroo—the land of Oo-oh. It was at the far end of the lake and barely visible to us, being a full sixty miles away.
From our elevation, and in a clearer atmosphere, it would have stood out distinctly; but the air of Caspak is heavy with moisture, with the result that distant objects are blurred and indistinct. Ajor also told me that the mainland east of Oo-oh was her land—the land of the Galu. She pointed out the cliffs at its southern boundary, which mark the frontier, south of which lies the country of Kro-lu—the archers. We now had but to pass through the balance of the Band-lu territory and that of the Kro-lu to be within the confines of her own land; but that meant traversing thirty-five miles of hostile country filled with every imaginable terror, and possibly many beyond the powers of imagination. I would certainly have given a lot for my plane at that moment, for with it, twenty minutes would have landed us within the confines of Ajor's country.
From our height, and in clearer air, it would have been really easy to see; but the air in Caspak is thick with moisture, which makes distant objects look fuzzy and unclear. Ajor also told me that the mainland east of Oo-oh was her territory—the land of the Galu. She pointed out the cliffs at its southern edge, which mark the border, south of which is the land of Kro-lu—the archers. We now just had to get through the rest of the Band-lu territory and that of the Kro-lu to reach her land; but that meant crossing thirty-five miles of enemy territory filled with all sorts of dangers, maybe even some we couldn’t imagine. I would have given anything for my plane at that moment because, with it, we could have gotten to Ajor's country in just twenty minutes.
We finally found a place where we could slip over the edge of the cliff onto a narrow ledge which seemed to give evidence of being something of a game-path to the valley, though it apparently had not been used for some time. I lowered Ajor at the end of my rifle and then slid over myself, and I am free to admit that my hair stood on end during the process, for the drop was considerable and the ledge appallingly narrow, with a frightful drop sheer below down to the rocks at the base of the cliff; but with Ajor there to catch and steady me, I made it all right, and then we set off down the trail toward the valley. There were two or three more bad places, but for the most part it was an easy descent, and we came to the highest of the Band-lu caves without further trouble. Here we went more slowly, lest we should be set upon by some member of the tribe.
We finally found a spot where we could edge over the cliff onto a narrow ledge that looked like it used to be a trail to the valley, although it clearly hadn't been used in a while. I lowered Ajor down using my rifle, then I slid down myself, and I won’t lie—I was pretty scared during this part because the drop was huge and the ledge was terrifyingly narrow, with a steep drop right down to the rocks at the base of the cliff. But with Ajor there to catch and steady me, I made it just fine, and then we started down the trail toward the valley. There were a couple more tricky spots, but mostly it was an easy descent, and we reached the highest of the Band-lu caves without any issues. Here we took our time, being careful not to attract any attention from the tribe.
We must have passed about half the Band-lu cave-levels before we were accosted, and then a huge fellow stepped out in front of me, barring our further progress.
We must have gone through about half of the Band-lu cave levels before we were stopped, and then a giant stepped in front of me, blocking our way forward.
"Who are you?" he asked; and he recognized me and I him, for he had been one of those who had led me back into the cave and bound me the night that I had been captured. From me his gaze went to Ajor. He was a fine-looking man with clear, intelligent eyes, a good forehead and superb physique—by far the highest type of Caspakian I had yet seen, barring Ajor, of course.
"Who are you?" he asked, and we recognized each other; he was one of the ones who had brought me back to the cave and tied me up the night I was captured. His gaze shifted from me to Ajor. He was a good-looking man with clear, intelligent eyes, a strong forehead, and an impressive physique—definitely the best-looking Caspakian I had seen so far, except for Ajor, of course.
"You are a true Galu," he said to Ajor, "but this man is of a different mold. He has the face of a Galu, but his weapons and the strange skins he wears upon his body are not of the Galus nor of Caspak. Who is he?"
"You’re a real Galu," he said to Ajor, "but this guy is built differently. He has the look of a Galu, but his weapons and the weird skins he wears aren't from the Galus or Caspak. Who is he?"
"He is Tom," replied Ajor succinctly.
"That's Tom," Ajor replied briefly.
"There is no such people," asserted the Band-lu quite truthfully, toying with his spear in a most suggestive manner.
"There are no such people," the Band-lu declared truthfully, playing with his spear in a very suggestive way.
"My name is Tom," I explained, "and I am from a country beyond Caspak." I thought it best to propitiate him if possible, because of the necessity of conserving ammunition as well as to avoid the loud alarm of a shot which might bring other Band-lu warriors upon us. "I am from America, a land of which you never heard, and I am seeking others of my countrymen who are in Caspak and from whom I am lost. I have no quarrel with you or your people. Let us go our way in peace."
"My name is Tom," I said, "and I'm from a country beyond Caspak." I figured it was best to win him over if I could, since I needed to save ammunition and avoid the loud sound of a gunshot that might attract other Band-lu warriors. "I'm from America, a place you've never heard of, and I'm looking for other people from my country who are in Caspak, and I’ve lost contact with them. I have no conflict with you or your people. Let's just go our separate ways in peace."
"You are going there?" he asked, and pointed toward the north.
"You heading there?" he asked, pointing north.
"I am," I replied.
"I'm," I replied.
He was silent for several minutes, apparently weighing some thought in his mind. At last he spoke. "What is that?" he asked. "And what is that?" He pointed first at my rifle and then to my pistol.
He was quiet for a few minutes, seemingly considering something in his head. Finally, he said, "What’s that?" He pointed first at my rifle and then at my pistol.
"They are weapons," I replied, "weapons which kill at a great distance." I pointed to the women in the pool beneath us. "With this," I said, tapping my pistol, "I could kill as many of those women as I cared to, without moving a step from where we now stand."
"They're weapons," I replied, "weapons that can kill from far away." I pointed to the women in the pool below us. "With this," I said, tapping my pistol, "I could take out as many of those women as I wanted, without taking a single step from where we're standing now."
He looked his incredulity, but I went on. "And with this"—I weighed my rifle at the balance in the palm of my right hand—"I could slay one of those distant warriors." And I waved my left hand toward the tiny figures of the hunters far to the north.
He looked at me in disbelief, but I continued. "And with this”—I balanced my rifle in the palm of my right hand—"I could take out one of those distant warriors." I gestured with my left hand toward the tiny figures of the hunters far to the north.
The fellow laughed. "Do it," he cried derisively, "and then it may be that I shall believe the balance of your strange story."
The guy laughed. "Go ahead," he said mockingly, "and maybe then I'll believe the rest of your weird story."
"But I do not wish to kill any of them," I replied. "Why should I?"
"But I don't want to kill any of them," I replied. "Why would I?"
"Why not?" he insisted. "They would have killed you when they had you prisoner. They would kill you now if they could get their hands on you, and they would eat you into the bargain. But I know why you do not try it—it is because you have spoken lies; your weapon will not kill at a great distance. It is only a queerly wrought club. For all I know, you are nothing more than a lowly Bo-lu."
"Why not?" he pressed. "They would have killed you when you were their prisoner. They would kill you now if they could get their hands on you, and they would eat you too. But I know why you don’t try it—it’s because you’ve told lies; your weapon can’t kill from far away. It’s just a strangely made club. For all I know, you’re nothing more than a lowly Bo-lu."
"Why should you wish me to kill your own people?" I asked.
"Why would you want me to kill your own people?" I asked.
"They are no longer my people," he replied proudly. "Last night, in the very middle of the night, the call came to me. Like that it came into my head"—and he struck his hands together smartly once—"that I had risen. I have been waiting for it and expecting it for a long time; today I am a Kro-lu. Today I go into the coslupak" (unpeopled country, or literally, no man's land) "between the Band-lu and the Kro-lu, and there I fashion my bow and my arrows and my shield; there I hunt the red deer for the leathern jerkin which is the badge of my new estate. When these things are done, I can go to the chief of the Kro-lu, and he dare not refuse me. That is why you may kill those low Band-lu if you wish to live, for I am in a hurry.
"They're no longer my people," he said proudly. "Last night, in the middle of the night, I got the call. Just like that, it hit me"—and he clapped his hands together sharply once—"that I had risen. I’ve been waiting and expecting this for a long time; today I’m a Kro-lu. Today, I’m going into the coslupak" (unpeopled country, or literally, no man's land) "between the Band-lu and the Kro-lu, and there I’ll make my bow, my arrows, and my shield; there I’ll hunt the red deer for the leather jerkin that represents my new status. Once I’ve done these things, I can go to the chief of the Kro-lu, and he won't be able to turn me down. That’s why you can kill those low Band-lu if you want to survive, because I’m in a hurry.
"But why do you wish to kill me?" I asked.
"But why do you want to kill me?" I asked.
He looked puzzled and finally gave it up. "I do not know," he admitted. "It is the way in Caspak. If we do not kill, we shall be killed, therefore it is wise to kill first whomever does not belong to one's own people. This morning I hid in my cave till the others were gone upon the hunt, for I knew that they would know at once that I had become a Kro-lu and would kill me. They will kill me if they find me in the coslupak; so will the Kro-lu if they come upon me before I have won my Kro-lu weapons and jerkin. You would kill me if you could, and that is the reason I know that you speak lies when you say that your weapons will kill at a great distance. Would they, you would long since have killed me. Come! I have no more time to waste in words. I will spare the woman and take her with me to the Kro-lu, for she is comely." And with that he advanced upon me with raised spear.
He looked confused and eventually gave up. "I don’t know," he admitted. "That's how things are in Caspak. If we don’t kill, we’ll be killed, so it’s smart to strike first against anyone who isn’t part of our group. This morning, I hid in my cave until the others left for the hunt because I knew they’d realize immediately that I had become a Kro-lu and would want to kill me. They’ll kill me if they find me in the coslupak; the Kro-lu will do the same if they come across me before I’ve got my Kro-lu weapons and jerkin. You would kill me if you could, and that’s why I know you’re lying when you say your weapons can kill from a distance. If they could, you would have killed me by now. Come! I don’t have any more time to waste on words. I’ll spare the woman and take her with me to the Kro-lu, because she’s attractive." And with that, he moved toward me with his spear raised.
My rifle was at my hip at the ready. He was so close that I did not need to raise it to my shoulder, having but to pull the trigger to send him into Kingdom Come whenever I chose; but yet I hesitated. It was difficult to bring myself to take a human life. I could feel no enmity toward this savage barbarian who acted almost as wholly upon instinct as might a wild beast, and to the last moment I was determined to seek some way to avoid what now seemed inevitable. Ajor stood at my shoulder, her knife ready in her hand and a sneer on her lips at his suggestion that he would take her with him.
My rifle was at my hip, ready to go. He was so close that I didn’t even need to lift it to my shoulder; I just had to pull the trigger to send him to his end whenever I wanted. Yet, I hesitated. It was hard for me to take a human life. I didn’t feel any hatred toward this savage who acted almost entirely on instinct, like a wild animal, and right up until the last moment, I was determined to find some way to avoid what now felt inevitable. Ajor stood at my side, knife in hand, sneering at his suggestion that he would take her with him.
Just as I thought I should have to fire, a chorus of screams broke from the women beneath us. I saw the man halt and glance downward, and following his example my eyes took in the panic and its cause. The women had, evidently, been quitting the pool and slowly returning toward the caves, when they were confronted by a monstrous cave-lion which stood directly between them and their cliffs in the center of the narrow path that led down to the pool among the tumbled rocks. Screaming, the women were rushing madly back to the pool.
Just when I thought I should shoot, a chorus of screams erupted from the women below us. I saw the man stop and look down, and following his lead, I took in the chaos and what caused it. The women had apparently been leaving the pool and were slowly heading back to the caves when they encountered a massive cave-lion that stood right between them and their cliffs, blocking the narrow path that led down to the pool among the scattered rocks. Screaming, the women were rushing frantically back to the pool.
"It will do them no good," remarked the man, a trace of excitement in his voice. "It will do them no good, for the lion will wait until they come out and take as many as he can carry away; and there is one there," he added, a trace of sadness in his tone, "whom I hoped would soon follow me to the Kro-lu. Together have we come up from the beginning." He raised his spear above his head and poised it ready to hurl downward at the lion. "She is nearest to him," he muttered. "He will get her and she will never come to me among the Kro-lu, or ever thereafter. It is useless! No warrior lives who could hurl a weapon so great a distance."
"It won't help them at all," the man said, a hint of excitement in his voice. "It won't help them, because the lion will just wait for them to come out and take as many as he can carry away; and there’s one there," he added, a hint of sadness in his tone, "whom I hoped would soon join me in the Kro-lu. We’ve come up together from the start." He raised his spear above his head, ready to throw it down at the lion. "She’s closest to him," he muttered. "He’ll get her and she’ll never come to me among the Kro-lu, or ever again. It's pointless! No warrior alive could throw a weapon that far."
But even as he spoke, I was leveling my rifle upon the great brute below; and as he ceased speaking, I squeezed the trigger. My bullet must have struck to a hair the point at which I had aimed, for it smashed the brute's spine back of his shoulders and tore on through his heart, dropping him dead in his tracks. For a moment the women were as terrified by the report of the rifle as they had been by the menace of the lion; but when they saw that the loud noise had evidently destroyed their enemy, they came creeping cautiously back to examine the carcass.
But even as he spoke, I was aiming my rifle at the massive beast below; and as he finished talking, I pulled the trigger. My bullet must have hit right where I aimed, because it shattered the beast's spine behind its shoulders and pierced its heart, dropping it dead on the spot. For a moment, the women were just as frightened by the gunshot as they had been by the threat of the lion; but when they realized that the loud noise had clearly taken out their enemy, they slowly came back to check out the body.
The man, toward whom I had immediately turned after firing, lest he should pursue his threatened attack, stood staring at me in amazement and admiration.
The man I had quickly turned to after firing, so he wouldn't carry out his threatened attack, stood there staring at me in shock and admiration.
"Why," he asked, "if you could do that, did you not kill me long before?"
"Why," he asked, "if you could do that, didn't you kill me a long time ago?"
"I told you," I replied, "that I had no quarrel with you. I do not care to kill men with whom I have no quarrel."
"I told you," I replied, "that I have no issue with you. I don't want to kill people I have no problem with."
But he could not seem to get the idea through his head. "I can believe now that you are not of Caspak," he admitted, "for no Caspakian would have permitted such an opportunity to escape him." This, however, I found later to be an exaggeration, as the tribes of the west coast and even the Kro-lu of the east coast are far less bloodthirsty than he would have had me believe. "And your weapon!" he continued. "You spoke true words when I thought you spoke lies." And then, suddenly: "Let us be friends!"
But he just couldn't wrap his head around it. "I can believe now that you’re not from Caspak," he admitted, "because no Caspakian would have let such an opportunity slip away." However, I later found out that was an overstatement, as the tribes on the west coast and even the Kro-lu on the east coast are much less bloodthirsty than he made it sound. "And your weapon!" he continued. "You were right when I thought you were lying." And then, all of a sudden: "Let’s be friends!"
I turned to Ajor. "Can I trust him?" I asked.
I turned to Ajor. "Can I trust him?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied. "Why not? Has he not asked to be friends?"
"Yeah," she said. "Why not? Didn't he ask to be friends?"
I was not at the time well enough acquainted with Caspakian ways to know that truthfulness and loyalty are two of the strongest characteristics of these primitive people. They are not sufficiently cultured to have become adept in hypocrisy, treason and dissimulation. There are, of course, a few exceptions.
I wasn't familiar enough with Caspakian customs at the time to realize that honesty and loyalty are two of the most defining traits of these primitive people. They're not advanced enough to be skilled in hypocrisy, betrayal, and deceit. Of course, there are a few exceptions.
"We can go north together," continued the warrior. "I will fight for you, and you can fight for me. Until death will I serve you, for you have saved So-al, whom I had given up as dead." He threw down his spear and covered both his eyes with the palms of his two hands. I looked inquiringly toward Ajor, who explained as best she could that this was the form of the Caspakian oath of allegiance. "You need never fear him after this," she concluded.
"We can head north together," the warrior said. "I’ll fight for you, and you can fight for me. I’ll serve you until death because you saved So-al, who I thought was gone for good." He dropped his spear and covered his eyes with his hands. I glanced curiously at Ajor, who did her best to explain that this was the way the Caspakian oath of allegiance was given. "You don’t have to worry about him from now on," she added.
"What should I do?" I asked.
"What should I do?" I asked.
"Take his hands down from before his eyes and return his spear to him," she explained.
"Take his hands away from his eyes and give him back his spear," she explained.
I did as she bade, and the man seemed very pleased. I then asked what I should have done had I not wished to accept his friendship. They told me that had I walked away, the moment that I was out of sight of the warrior we would have become deadly enemies again. "But I could so easily have killed him as he stood there defenseless!" I exclaimed.
I did as she asked, and the man looked really happy. I then asked what I should have done if I didn’t want to accept his friendship. They told me that if I had walked away, the moment I was out of sight of the warrior, we would have become deadly enemies again. "But I could have easily killed him while he stood there defenseless!" I exclaimed.
"Yes," replied the warrior, "but no man with good sense blinds his eyes before one whom he does not trust."
"Yeah," answered the warrior, "but no sensible person closes their eyes in front of someone they don’t trust."
It was rather a decent compliment, and it taught me just how much I might rely on the loyalty of my new friend. I was glad to have him with us, for he knew the country and was evidently a fearless warrior. I wished that I might have recruited a battalion like him.
It was a nice compliment, and it showed me how much I could count on the loyalty of my new friend. I was happy to have him with us because he knew the area and was clearly a brave warrior. I wished I could have recruited a whole battalion like him.
As the women were now approaching the cliffs, To-mar the warrior suggested that we make our way to the valley before they could intercept us, as they might attempt to detain us and were almost certain to set upon Ajor. So we hastened down the narrow path, reaching the foot of the cliffs but a short distance ahead of the women. They called after us to stop; but we kept on at a rapid walk, not wishing to have any trouble with them, which could only result in the death of some of them.
As the women got closer to the cliffs, To-mar the warrior suggested we head to the valley before they could catch up with us, as they might try to hold us back and were likely to go after Ajor. So we quickly made our way down the narrow path, reaching the base of the cliffs just ahead of the women. They yelled for us to stop, but we continued walking quickly, wanting to avoid any trouble with them, which could only lead to someone getting hurt.
We had proceeded about a mile when we heard some one behind us calling To-mar by name, and when we stopped and looked around, we saw a woman running rapidly toward us. As she approached nearer I could see that she was a very comely creature, and like all her sex that I had seen in Caspak, apparently young.
We had gone about a mile when we heard someone calling To-mar's name behind us. When we stopped and looked back, we saw a woman running quickly toward us. As she got closer, I could see that she was very attractive and, like all the women I had seen in Caspak, seemed quite young.
"It is So-al!" exclaimed To-mar. "Is she mad that she follows me thus?"
"It’s So-al!" shouted To-mar. "Is she crazy for following me like this?"
In another moment the young woman stopped, panting, before us. She paid not the slightest attention to Ajor or me; but devouring To-mar with her sparkling eyes, she cried: "I have risen! I have risen!"
In another moment, the young woman stopped, out of breath, in front of us. She didn’t give Ajor or me the slightest notice; instead, with her sparkling eyes fixed on To-mar, she exclaimed, "I have risen! I have risen!"
"So-al!" was all that the man could say.
"So-al!" was all the man could say.
"Yes," she went on, "the call came to me just before I quit the pool; but I did not know that it had come to you. I can see it in your eyes, To-mar, my To-mar! We shall go on together!" And she threw herself into his arms.
"Yes," she continued, "the call came to me right before I left the pool; but I didn’t know it had come to you. I can see it in your eyes, To-mar, my To-mar! We’ll keep moving forward together!" And she jumped into his arms.
It was a very affecting sight, for it was evident that these two had been mates for a long time and that they had each thought that they were about to be separated by that strange law of evolution which holds good in Caspak and which was slowly unfolding before my incredulous mind. I did not then comprehend even a tithe of the wondrous process, which goes on eternally within the confines of Caprona's barrier cliffs nor am I any too sure that I do even now.
It was a really impactful sight because it was clear that these two had been friends for a long time and each believed they were about to be separated by that strange law of evolution that operates in Caspak and was slowly becoming clear to me. I didn’t understand even a fraction of the amazing process that happens endlessly within the barriers of Caprona’s cliffs, and I’m still not completely sure that I do now.
To-mar explained to So-al that it was I who had killed the cave-lion and saved her life, and that Ajor was my woman and thus entitled to the same loyalty which was my due.
To-mar explained to So-al that I was the one who had killed the cave-lion and saved her life, and that Ajor was my partner and therefore deserved the same loyalty that I was owed.
At first Ajor and So-al were like a couple of stranger cats on a back fence but soon they began to accept each other under something of an armed truce, and later became fast friends. So-al was a mighty fine-looking girl, built like a tigress as to strength and sinuosity, but withal sweet and womanly. Ajor and I came to be very fond of her, and she was, I think, equally fond of us. To-mar was very much of a man—a savage, if you will, but none the less a man.
At first, Ajor and So-al were like two unfamiliar cats on a backyard fence, but soon they started to accept each other with a kind of uneasy truce, and later they became close friends. So-al was a stunning girl, strong and curved like a tigress, but still sweet and feminine. Ajor and I grew very fond of her, and I think she felt the same about us. To-mar was definitely a man—a wild one, if you want to call it that, but still very much a man.
Finding that traveling in company with To-mar made our journey both easier and safer, Ajor and I did not continue on our way alone while the novitiates delayed their approach to the Kro-lu country in order that they might properly fit themselves in the matter of arms and apparel, but remained with them. Thus we became well acquainted—to such an extent that we looked forward with regret to the day when they took their places among their new comrades and we should be forced to continue upon our way alone. It was a matter of much concern to To-mar that the Kro-lu would undoubtedly not receive Ajor and me in a friendly manner, and that consequently we should have to avoid these people.
Finding that traveling with To-mar made our journey both easier and safer, Ajor and I decided not to continue on our own while the novitiates delayed their approach to the Kro-lu country to properly prepare themselves with arms and clothing, but stayed with them instead. This allowed us to get to know each other well—so much so that we looked forward with regret to the day when they would join their new comrades and we would have to continue our journey alone. To-mar was very concerned that the Kro-lu would likely not welcome Ajor and me, and that as a result, we would have to steer clear of these people.
It would have been very helpful to us could we have made friends with them, as their country abutted directly upon that of the Galus. Their friendship would have meant that Ajor's dangers were practically passed, and that I had accomplished fully one-half of my long journey. In view of what I had passed through, I often wondered what chance I had to complete that journey in search of my friends. The further south I should travel on the west side of the island, the more frightful would the dangers become as I neared the stamping-grounds of the more hideous reptilia and the haunts of the Alus and the Ho-lu, all of which were at the southern half of the island; and then if I should not find the members of my party, what was to become of me? I could not live for long in any portion of Caspak with which I was familiar; the moment my ammunition was exhausted, I should be as good as dead.
It would have been really helpful if we could have made friends with them since their country was right next to that of the Galus. Their friendship would have meant that Ajor's dangers were nearly over and that I had completed half of my long journey. Given everything I had been through, I often wondered what chance I had to finish that journey to find my friends. The farther south I traveled on the west side of the island, the more terrifying the dangers would become as I got closer to the areas inhabited by the more awful reptiles and the territories of the Alus and the Ho-lu, all of which were in the southern part of the island. And if I didn’t find my group, what would happen to me? I couldn't survive for long in any part of Caspak that I knew; once my ammunition ran out, I would be pretty much dead.
There was a chance that the Galus would receive me; but even Ajor could not say definitely whether they would or not, and even provided that they would, could I retrace my steps from the beginning, after failing to find my own people, and return to the far northern land of Galus? I doubted it. However, I was learning from Ajor, who was more or less of a fatalist, a philosophy which was as necessary in Caspak to peace of mind as is faith to the devout Christian of the outer world.
There was a chance that the Galus would accept me; but even Ajor couldn't say for sure whether they would or not, and even if they did, could I really turn back and return to the far northern land of Galus after failing to find my own people? I doubted it. However, I was learning from Ajor, who was somewhat of a fatalist, a mindset that was as essential in Caspak for peace of mind as faith is for a devout Christian in the outside world.
Chapter 5
We were sitting before a little fire inside a safe grotto one night shortly after we had quit the cliff-dwellings of the Band-lu, when So-al raised a question which it had never occurred to me to propound to Ajor. She asked her why she had left her own people and how she had come so far south as the country of the Alus, where I had found her.
We were sitting in front of a small fire inside a cozy grotto one night shortly after we left the cliff dwellings of the Band-lu, when So-al asked a question that I had never thought to ask Ajor. She wanted to know why Ajor had left her own people and how she had made it all the way down to the land of the Alus, where I had discovered her.
At first Ajor hesitated to explain; but at last she consented, and for the first time I heard the complete story of her origin and experiences. For my benefit she entered into greater detail of explanation than would have been necessary had I been a native Caspakian.
At first, Ajor hesitated to explain, but eventually, she agreed, and for the first time, I heard the full story of her background and experiences. To help me understand, she went into more detail than she would have needed to if I had been a native Caspakian.
"I am a cos-ata-lo," commenced Ajor, and then she turned toward me. "A cos-ata-lo, my Tom, is a woman" (lo) "who did not come from an egg and thus on up from the beginning." (Cor sva jo.) "I was a babe at my mother's breast. Only among the Galus are such, and then but infrequently. The Wieroo get most of us; but my mother hid me until I had attained such size that the Wieroo could not readily distinguish me from one who had come up from the beginning. I knew both my mother and my father, as only such as I may. My father is high chief among the Galus. His name is Jor, and both he and my mother came up from the beginning; but one of them, probably my mother, had completed the seven cycles" (approximately seven hundred years), "with the result that their offspring might be cos-ata-lo, or born as are all the children of your race, my Tom, as you tell me is the fact. I was therefore apart from my fellows in that my children would probably be as I, of a higher state of evolution, and so I was sought by the men of my people; but none of them appealed to me. I cared for none. The most persistent was Du-seen, a huge warrior of whom my father stood in considerable fear, since it was quite possible that Du-seen could wrest from him his chieftainship of the Galus. He has a large following of the newer Galus, those most recently come up from the Kro-lu, and as this class is usually much more powerful numerically than the older Galus, and as Du-seen's ambition knows no bounds, we have for a long time been expecting him to find some excuse for a break with Jor the High Chief, my father.
"I am a cos-ata-lo," Ajor began, then turned to me. "A cos-ata-lo, my Tom, is a woman" (lo) "who did not come from an egg and thus from the very start" (Cor sva jo.). "I was a baby at my mother's breast. Such are rare among the Galus, and even then, it's infrequent. The Wieroo usually take most of us, but my mother hid me until I grew big enough that the Wieroo couldn't easily tell I was different from one who came from the beginning. I knew both my parents, as only someone like me can. My father is the high chief among the Galus. His name is Jor, and both he and my mother came from the beginning; but one of them, probably my mother, had completed the seven cycles" (about seven hundred years), "which meant that their children could be cos-ata-lo, or born like all the children of your race, my Tom, as you’ve told me. Because of this, I was different from my peers since my children would likely be like me, more evolved, and so I was sought after by the men of my people; but none of them interested me. I had no feelings for any of them. The most persistent one was Du-seen, a huge warrior whom my father feared greatly, as it was quite possible that Du-seen could take away his leadership of the Galus. He has a large following of the newer Galus, those who recently came from the Kro-lu, and since this group is usually much more powerful in numbers than the older Galus, and Du-seen's ambitions are boundless, we’ve been anticipating for a long time that he would find some reason to clash with Jor the High Chief, my father.
"A further complication lay in the fact that Du-seen wanted me, while I would have none of him, and then came evidence to my father's ears that he was in league with the Wieroo; a hunter, returning late at night, came trembling to my father, saying that he had seen Du-seen talking with a Wieroo in a lonely spot far from the village, and that plainly he had heard the words: 'If you will help me, I will help you—I will deliver into your hands all cos-ata-lo among the Galus, now and hereafter; but for that service you must slay Jor the High Chief and bring terror and confusion to his followers.'
"A further complication was that Du-seen wanted me, while I wanted nothing to do with him. Then news reached my father that he was in league with the Wieroo. A hunter, returning late at night, came to my father in fear, saying that he had seen Du-seen talking to a Wieroo in a secluded spot far from the village. He clearly heard them say: 'If you help me, I will help you—I will give you all the cos-ata-lo among the Galus, now and in the future; but for that service, you must kill Jor the High Chief and create terror and confusion among his followers.'"
"Now, when my father heard this, he was angry; but he was also afraid—afraid for me, who am cos-ata-lo. He called me to him and told me what he had heard, pointing out two ways in which we might frustrate Du-seen. The first was that I go to Du-seen as his mate, after which he would be loath to give me into the hands of the Wieroo or to further abide by the wicked compact he had made—a compact which would doom his own offspring, who would doubtless be as am I, their mother. The alternative was flight until Du-seen should have been overcome and punished. I chose the latter and fled toward the south. Beyond the confines of the Galu country is little danger from the Wieroo, who seek ordinarily only Galus of the highest orders. There are two excellent reasons for this: One is that from the beginning of time jealousy has existed between the Wieroo and the Galus as to which would eventually dominate the world. It seems generally conceded that that race which first reaches a point of evolution which permits them to produce young of their own species and of both sexes must dominate all other creatures. The Wieroo first began to produce their own kind—after which evolution from Galu to Wieroo ceased gradually until now it is unknown; but the Wieroo produce only males—which is why they steal our female young, and by stealing cos-ata-lo they increase their own chances of eventually reproducing both sexes and at the same time lessen ours. Already the Galus produce both male and female; but so carefully do the Wieroo watch us that few of the males ever grow to manhood, while even fewer are the females that are not stolen away. It is indeed a strange condition, for while our greatest enemies hate and fear us, they dare not exterminate us, knowing that they too would become extinct but for us.
"Now, when my father heard this, he was angry; but he was also afraid—afraid for me, who am cos-ata-lo. He called me to him and told me what he had heard, pointing out two ways we could frustrate Du-seen. The first was for me to go to Du-seen as his mate, after which he would be reluctant to hand me over to the Wieroo or continue with the wicked pact he had made—a pact that would doom his own offspring, who would likely be like me, their mother. The alternative was to flee until Du-seen was overcome and punished. I chose the latter and ran south. Beyond the borders of the Galu country, there's little danger from the Wieroo, who usually only target Galus of the highest orders. There are two good reasons for this: One is that jealousy has existed between the Wieroo and the Galus since the beginning of time over which would eventually dominate the world. It seems generally accepted that the race which first evolves to the point of producing its own young of both genders must dominate all other creatures. The Wieroo were the first to start producing their own kind—after which their evolution from Galu to Wieroo gradually stopped until now it’s unknown; but the Wieroo only produce males—which is why they steal our young females, and by taking cos-ata-lo, they increase their own chances of eventually reproducing both genders while simultaneously reducing ours. The Galus already produce both male and female; however, the Wieroo watch us so closely that few of the males ever reach adulthood, and even fewer females are not stolen away. It’s indeed a strange situation, for while our greatest enemies hate and fear us, they dare not exterminate us, knowing that they too would go extinct without us."
"Ah, but could we once get a start, I am sure that when all were true cos-ata-lo there would have been evolved at last the true dominant race before which all the world would be forced to bow."
"Ah, but if we could just get started, I'm sure that when everything was genuine cos-ata-lo, the true dominant race would finally emerge, making the whole world bow down."
Ajor always spoke of the world as though nothing existed beyond Caspak. She could not seem to grasp the truth of my origin or the fact that there were countless other peoples outside her stern barrier-cliffs. She apparently felt that I came from an entirely different world. Where it was and how I came to Caspak from it were matters quite beyond her with which she refused to trouble her pretty head.
Ajor always talked about the world as if nothing existed beyond Caspak. She just couldn't understand where I came from or that there were countless other people outside her strict barrier-cliffs. It seemed she thought I came from a completely different world. Where that world was and how I got to Caspak from there were things she didn't want to bother her pretty head with.
"Well," she continued, "and so I ran away to hide, intending to pass the cliffs to the south of Galu and find a retreat in the Kro-lu country. It would be dangerous, but there seemed no other way.
"Well," she continued, "so I ran away to hide, planning to get past the cliffs south of Galu and find a safe place in the Kro-lu country. It would be risky, but there didn't seem to be any other option."
"The third night I took refuge in a large cave in the cliffs at the edge of my own country; upon the following day I would cross over into the Kro-lu country, where I felt that I should be reasonably safe from the Wieroo, though menaced by countless other dangers. However, to a cos-ata-lo any fate is preferable to that of falling into the clutches of the frightful Wieroo, from whose land none returns.
"The third night, I found shelter in a large cave in the cliffs at the edge of my homeland; the next day, I would cross into Kro-lu territory, where I thought I’d be relatively safe from the Wieroo, even though I'd still face many other risks. However, to a cos-ata-lo, any fate is better than falling into the hands of the terrifying Wieroo, from whose land no one comes back."
"I had been sleeping peacefully for several hours when I was awakened by a slight noise within the cavern. The moon was shining brightly, illumining the entrance, against which I saw silhouetted the dread figure of a Wieroo. There was no escape. The cave was shallow, the entrance narrow. I lay very still, hoping against hope, that the creature had but paused here to rest and might soon depart without discovering me; yet all the while I knew that he came seeking me.
"I had been sleeping peacefully for several hours when a faint noise in the cave woke me up. The moon was shining brightly, lighting up the entrance, where I saw the terrifying outline of a Wieroo. There was no way out. The cave was shallow, and the entrance was narrow. I lay completely still, hoping against hope that the creature had just stopped to rest and would leave soon without noticing me; yet deep down, I knew he was here looking for me."
"I waited, scarce breathing, watching the thing creep stealthily toward me, its great eyes luminous in the darkness of the cave's interior, and at last I knew that those eyes were directed upon me, for the Wieroo can see in the darkness better than even the lion or the tiger. But a few feet separated us when I sprang to my feet and dashed madly toward my menacer in a vain effort to dodge past him and reach the outside world. It was madness of course, for even had I succeeded temporarily, the Wieroo would have but followed and swooped down upon me from above. As it was, he reached forth and seized me, and though I struggled, he overpowered me. In the duel his long, white robe was nearly torn from him, and he became very angry, so that he trembled and beat his wings together in his rage.
"I waited, barely breathing, watching the creature creep silently toward me, its large eyes glowing in the darkness of the cave. Finally, I realized that those eyes were locked on me, because the Wieroo can see in the dark better than any lion or tiger. Just a few feet separated us when I jumped to my feet and ran wildly toward my attacker in a desperate attempt to dodge past him and escape into the outside world. It was pure madness, of course, because even if I had temporarily succeeded, the Wieroo would have just followed and swooped down on me from above. As it happened, he reached out and grabbed me, and despite my struggles, he overpowered me. In the scuffle, his long, white robe was nearly torn off him, and he became very angry, trembling and clapping his wings together in his fury."
"He asked me my name; but I would not answer him, and that angered him still more. At last he dragged me to the entrance of the cave, lifted me in his arms, spread his great wings and leaping into the air, flapped dismally through the night. I saw the moonlit landscape sliding away beneath me, and then we were out above the sea and on our way to Oo-oh, the country of the Wieroo.
"He asked me my name, but I wouldn't tell him, which made him even angrier. Finally, he pulled me to the entrance of the cave, picked me up in his arms, spread his huge wings, and jumped into the air, flapping heavily through the night. I watched the moonlit landscape moving away beneath us, and then we were above the sea on our way to Oo-oh, the land of the Wieroo."
"The dim outlines of Oo-oh were unfolding below us when there came from above a loud whirring of giant wings. The Wieroo and I glanced up simultaneously, to see a pair of huge jo-oos" (flying reptiles—pterodactyls) "swooping down upon us. The Wieroo wheeled and dropped almost to sea-level, and then raced southward in an effort to outdistance our pursuers. The great creatures, notwithstanding their enormous weight, are swift on their wings; but the Wieroo are swifter. Even with my added weight, the creature that bore me maintained his lead, though he could not increase it. Faster than the fastest wind we raced through the night, southward along the coast. Sometimes we rose to great heights, where the air was chill and the world below but a blur of dim outlines; but always the jo-oos stuck behind us.
"The faint shapes of Oo-oh were coming into view below us when a loud whirring of giant wings echoed from above. The Wieroo and I looked up at the same time to see a couple of massive jo-oos (flying reptiles—pterodactyls) diving toward us. The Wieroo tilted and dropped almost to sea level, then sped south in an attempt to shake off our pursuers. Despite their massive size, those creatures were quick on their wings; but the Wieroo were quicker. Even with my extra weight, the creature carrying me kept its lead, even if it couldn’t pull further ahead. We flew through the night faster than the strongest wind, heading south along the coast. Sometimes we soared to great heights, where the air was cold and the world below was just a blur of faint shapes; but the jo-oos were always trailing behind us."
"I knew that we had covered a great distance, for the rush of the wind by my face attested the speed of our progress, but I had no idea where we were when at last I realized that the Wieroo was weakening. One of the jo-oos gained on us and succeeded in heading us, so that my captor had to turn in toward the coast. Further and further they forced him to the left; lower and lower he sank. More labored was his breathing, and weaker the stroke of his once powerful wings. We were not ten feet above the ground when they overtook us, and at the edge of a forest. One of them seized the Wieroo by his right wing, and in an effort to free himself, he loosed his grasp upon me, dropping me to earth. Like a frightened ecca I leaped to my feet and raced for the sheltering sanctuary of the forest, where I knew neither could follow or seize me. Then I turned and looked back to see two great reptiles tear my abductor asunder and devour him on the spot.
"I knew we had traveled a long way, since the wind rushing past my face showed how fast we were going, but I had no idea where we were until I finally noticed that the Wieroo was getting weaker. One of the jo-oos caught up with us and managed to block our path, forcing my captor to veer toward the coast. They pushed him further and further to the left; he was sinking lower and lower. His breathing became more labored, and his once-powerful wings were flapping weakly. We were no more than ten feet above the ground when they caught up to us, near the edge of a forest. One of them grabbed the Wieroo by his right wing, and in his struggle to escape, he let go of me, dropping me to the ground. Like a scared animal, I jumped to my feet and ran for the safety of the forest, knowing none could follow or catch me there. Then I turned back to see two massive reptiles tear my captor apart and devour him right there."
"I was saved; yet I felt that I was lost. How far I was from the country of the Galus I could not guess; nor did it seem probable that I ever could make my way in safety to my native land.
"I was saved; but I felt completely lost. I had no idea how far I was from the land of the Galus, and it didn’t seem likely that I could ever safely find my way back home."
"Day was breaking; soon the carnivora would stalk forth for their first kill; I was armed only with my knife. About me was a strange landscape—the flowers, the trees, the grasses, even, were different from those of my northern world, and presently there appeared before me a creature fully as hideous as the Wieroo—a hairy manthing that barely walked erect. I shuddered, and then I fled. Through the hideous dangers that my forebears had endured in the earlier stages of their human evolution I fled; and always pursuing was the hairy monster that had discovered me. Later he was joined by others of his kind. They were the speechless men, the Alus, from whom you rescued me, my Tom. From then on, you know the story of my adventures, and from the first, I would endure them all again because they led me to you!"
"Day was breaking; soon the carnivores would come out for their first kill; I was armed only with my knife. Around me was a strange landscape—the flowers, trees, and grasses were all different from those in my northern world, and then a creature appeared before me, as hideous as the Wieroo—a hairy man-like being that barely walked upright. I shuddered and then I ran. I fled through the terrifying dangers that my ancestors had faced in the earlier stages of human evolution, always being chased by the hairy monster that had spotted me. Later, he was joined by others of his kind. They were the speechless men, the Alus, from whom you saved me, my Tom. From then on, you know the story of my adventures, and from the beginning, I would go through them all again because they led me to you!"
It was very nice of her to say that, and I appreciated it. I felt that she was a mighty nice little girl whose friendship anyone might be glad to have; but I wished that when she touched me, those peculiar thrills would not run through me. It was most discomforting, because it reminded me of love; and I knew that I never could love this half-baked little barbarian. I was very much interested in her account of the Wieroo, which up to this time I had considered a purely mythological creature; but Ajor shuddered so at even the veriest mention of the name that I was loath to press the subject upon her, and so the Wieroo still remained a mystery to me.
It was really sweet of her to say that, and I appreciated it. I thought she was a really nice little girl whose friendship anyone would be lucky to have; but I wished that when she touched me, those strange thrills wouldn’t run through me. It was quite unsettling, because it reminded me of love; and I knew I could never love this immature little barbarian. I was really interested in her story about the Wieroo, which until then, I had thought was just a mythical creature; but Ajor shuddered at even the slightest mention of the name, so I didn’t want to push the topic with her, and the Wieroo remained a mystery to me.
While the Wieroo interested me greatly, I had little time to think about them, as our waking hours were filled with the necessities of existence—the constant battle for survival which is the chief occupation of Caspakians. To-mar and So-al were now about fitted for their advent into Kro-lu society and must therefore leave us, as we could not accompany them without incurring great danger ourselves and running the chance of endangering them; but each swore to be always our friend and assured us that should we need their aid at any time we had but to ask it; nor could I doubt their sincerity, since we had been so instrumental in bringing them safely upon their journey toward the Kro-lu village.
While the Wieroo fascinated me a lot, I didn’t have much time to think about them because our days were filled with the necessities of life—the constant struggle for survival that is the main concern of Caspakians. To-mar and So-al were now nearly ready to enter Kro-lu society and had to leave us, as we couldn’t go with them without putting ourselves in great danger and risking their safety; however, each swore they would always be our friend and promised that if we ever needed their help, we just had to ask for it. I couldn’t doubt their sincerity, especially since we had played such a key role in helping them safely start their journey toward the Kro-lu village.
This was our last day together. In the afternoon we should separate, To-mar and So-al going directly to the Kro-lu village, while Ajor and I made a detour to avoid a conflict with the archers. The former both showed evidence of nervous apprehension as the time approached for them to make their entry into the village of their new people, and yet both were very proud and happy. They told us that they would be well received as additions to a tribe always are welcomed, and the more so as the distance from the beginning increased, the higher tribes or races being far weaker numerically than the lower. The southern end of the island fairly swarms with the Ho-lu, or apes; next above these are the Alus, who are slightly fewer in number than the Ho-lu; and again there are fewer Bo-lu than Alus, and fewer Sto-lu than Bo-lu. Thus it goes until the Kro-lu are fewer in number than any of the others; and here the law reverses, for the Galus outnumber the Kro-lu. As Ajor explained it to me, the reason for this is that as evolution practically ceases with the Galus, there is no less among them on this score, for even the cos-ata-lo are still considered Galus and remain with them. And Galus come up both from the west and east coasts. There are, too, fewer carnivorous reptiles at the north end of the island, and not so many of the great and ferocious members of the cat family as take their hideous toll of life among the races further south.
This was our last day together. In the afternoon, we would split up, with To-mar and So-al heading straight to the Kro-lu village while Ajor and I took a detour to avoid running into the archers. Both of them showed clear signs of nervousness as the time came for their entry into the village of their new tribe, but they were also very proud and happy. They told us they would be welcomed as new members are typically embraced, especially since the further away you get from the start, the fewer the tribes or races, with the stronger ones being far less in number than the weaker ones. The southern part of the island is full of Ho-lu, or apes; the Alus are next and are slightly fewer in number than the Ho-lu; following them are the Bo-lu, which are fewer than the Alus, and then the Sto-lu, who are fewer than the Bo-lu. This pattern continues until the Kro-lu are the least numerous of all; here, the law reverses because the Galus actually outnumber the Kro-lu. Ajor explained that this happens because evolution pretty much stops with the Galus, and their population doesn’t decrease in this regard, as even the cos-ata-lo are still considered Galus and stay with them. The Galus come from both the west and east coasts. Additionally, there are fewer carnivorous reptiles at the northern end of the island, and there aren't as many of the large and fearsome big cats that take such a heavy toll on the lives of the races further south.
By now I was obtaining some idea of the Caspakian scheme of evolution, which partly accounted for the lack of young among the races I had so far seen. Coming up from the beginning, the Caspakian passes, during a single existence, through the various stages of evolution, or at least many of them, through which the human race has passed during the countless ages since life first stirred upon a new world; but the question which continued to puzzle me was: What creates life at the beginning, cor sva jo?
By now, I was starting to understand the Caspakian system of evolution, which somewhat explained the absence of young individuals among the races I had encountered so far. Coming up from the start, the Caspakian goes through different stages of evolution, or at least many of them, in a single lifetime, similar to what the human race has experienced over countless ages since life first began on a new world. However, the question that continued to confuse me was: What initiates life in the first place, cor sva jo?
I had noticed that as we traveled northward from the Alus' country the land had gradually risen until we were now several hundred feet above the level of the inland sea. Ajor told me that the Galus country was still higher and considerably colder, which accounted for the scarcity of reptiles. The change in form and kinds of the lower animals was even more marked than the evolutionary stages of man. The diminutive ecca, or small horse, became a rough-coated and sturdy little pony in the Kro-lu country. I saw a greater number of small lions and tigers, though many of the huge ones still persisted, while the woolly mammoth was more in evidence, as were several varieties of the Labyrinthadonta. These creatures, from which God save me, I should have expected to find further south; but for some unaccountable reason they gain their greatest bulk in the Kro-lu and Galu countries, though fortunately they are rare. I rather imagine that they are a very early life which is rapidly nearing extinction in Caspak, though wherever they are found, they constitute a menace to all forms of life.
I noticed that as we traveled north from the Alus' territory, the land gradually rose until we were several hundred feet above the level of the inland sea. Ajor told me that the Galus country was even higher and a lot colder, which explained the lack of reptiles. The changes in the shape and types of lower animals were even more noticeable than the evolution of humans. The tiny ecca, or small horse, turned into a sturdy little pony in the Kro-lu area. I saw more small lions and tigers, although many of the large ones were still around, while the woolly mammoth became more common, as did several types of the Labyrinthadonta. I would have expected to find these creatures, which I dread, further south; but for some unknown reason, they reach their largest size in the Kro-lu and Galu countries, although they're fortunately rare. I suspect they are a very early form of life that is rapidly heading toward extinction in Caspak, but wherever they are found, they pose a threat to all forms of life.
It was mid-afternoon when To-mar and So-al bade us good-bye. We were not far from Kro-lu village; in fact, we had approached it much closer than we had intended, and now Ajor and I were to make a detour toward the sea while our companions went directly in search of the Kro-lu chief.
It was mid-afternoon when To-mar and So-al said goodbye to us. We were not far from Kro-lu village; in fact, we had gotten much closer than we meant to, and now Ajor and I were going to take a detour toward the sea while our companions headed straight to find the Kro-lu chief.
Ajor and I had gone perhaps a mile or two and were just about to emerge from a dense wood when I saw that ahead of us which caused me to draw back into concealment, at the same time pushing Ajor behind me. What I saw was a party of Band-lu warriors—large, fierce-appearing men. From the direction of their march I saw that they were returning to their caves, and that if we remained where we were, they would pass without discovering us.
Ajor and I had walked maybe a mile or two and were just about to come out of a thick forest when I noticed something ahead that made me pull back into hiding, pushing Ajor behind me. What I saw was a group of Band-lu warriors—big, intimidating-looking men. From the way they were heading, I realized they were going back to their caves, and if we stayed where we were, they would walk right by without noticing us.
Presently Ajor nudged me. "They have a prisoner," she whispered. "He is a Kro-lu."
Presently, Ajor nudged me. "They have a prisoner," she whispered. "He is a Kro-lu."
And then I saw him, the first fully developed Kro-lu I had seen. He was a fine-looking savage, tall and straight with a regal carriage. To-mar was a handsome fellow; but this Kro-lu showed plainly in his every physical attribute a higher plane of evolution. While To-mar was just entering the Kro-lu sphere, this man, it seemed to me, must be close indeed to the next stage of his development, which would see him an envied Galu.
And then I saw him, the first fully developed Kro-lu I had ever seen. He was an impressive-looking savage, tall and straight with a commanding presence. To-mar was a good-looking guy, but this Kro-lu clearly showed in every aspect of his physique a higher level of evolution. While To-mar was just starting to enter the Kro-lu realm, this man appeared to be very close to the next stage of his development, which would make him an envied Galu.
"They will kill him?" I whispered to Ajor.
"They're going to kill him?" I whispered to Ajor.
"The dance of death," she replied, and I shuddered, so recently had I escaped the same fate. It seemed cruel that one who must have passed safely up through all the frightful stages of human evolution within Caspak, should die at the very foot of his goal. I raised my rifle to my shoulder and took careful aim at one of the Band-lu. If I hit him, I would hit two, for another was directly behind the first.
"The dance of death," she said, and I trembled, having barely escaped that same fate not long ago. It felt cruel that someone who must have survived all the terrifying stages of human evolution in Caspak should die just as they reached their goal. I lifted my rifle to my shoulder and took careful aim at one of the Band-lu. If I hit him, I would hit two, since another one was positioned directly behind the first.
Ajor touched my arm. "What would you do?" she asked. "They are all our enemies."
Ajor touched my arm. "What would you do?" she asked. "They’re all our enemies."
"I am going to save him from the dance of death," I replied, "enemy or no enemy," and I squeezed the trigger. At the report, the two Band-lu lunged forward upon their faces. I handed my rifle to Ajor, and drawing my pistol, stepped out in full view of the startled party. The Band-lu did not run away as had some of the lower orders of Caspakians at the sound of the rifle. Instead, the moment they saw me, they let out a series of demoniac war-cries, and raising their spears above their heads, charged me.
"I’m going to save him from the dance of death," I said, "enemy or not," and I pulled the trigger. With the gunshot, the two Band-lu dropped to the ground. I handed my rifle to Ajor and, drawing my pistol, stepped into full view of the shocked group. The Band-lu didn’t run away like some of the lower-class Caspakians had at the sound of the rifle. Instead, as soon as they saw me, they screamed a series of terrifying war cries and lifted their spears overhead, charging at me.
The Kro-lu stood silent and statuesque, watching the proceedings. He made no attempt to escape, though his feet were not bound and none of the warriors remained to guard him. There were ten of the Band-lu coming for me. I dropped three of them with my pistol as rapidly as a man might count by three, and then my rifle spoke close to my left shoulder, and another of them stumbled and rolled over and over upon the ground. Plucky little Ajor! She had never fired a shot before in all her life, though I had taught her to sight and aim and how to squeeze the trigger instead of pulling it. She had practiced these new accomplishments often, but little had I thought they would make a marksman of her so quickly.
The Kro-lu stood silent and still, watching everything unfold. He didn’t try to escape, even though his feet weren’t tied and there were no warriors left to watch him. There were ten of the Band-lu coming for me. I took down three of them with my pistol as quickly as a person might count to three, and then my rifle fired close to my left shoulder, causing another one to stumble and roll on the ground. Brave little Ajor! She had never fired a shot in her life, even though I had taught her how to aim and how to squeeze the trigger instead of yanking it. She had practiced these new skills often, but I never expected they would turn her into such a good shot so fast.
With six of their fellows put out of the fight so easily, the remaining six sought cover behind some low bushes and commenced a council of war. I wished that they would go away, as I had no ammunition to waste, and I was fearful that should they institute another charge, some of them would reach us, for they were already quite close. Suddenly one of them rose and launched his spear. It was the most marvelous exhibition of speed I have ever witnessed. It seemed to me that he had scarce gained an upright position when the weapon was half-way upon its journey, speeding like an arrow toward Ajor. And then it was, with that little life in danger, that I made the best shot I have ever made in my life! I took no conscious aim; it was as though my subconscious mind, impelled by a stronger power even than that of self-preservation, directed my hand. Ajor was in danger! Simultaneously with the thought my pistol flew to position, a streak of incandescent powder marked the path of the bullet from its muzzle; and the spear, its point shattered, was deflected from its path. With a howl of dismay the six Band-lu rose from their shelter and raced away toward the south.
With six of their group knocked out of the fight so quickly, the remaining six took cover behind some low bushes and started a war council. I wished they would just leave since I had no ammo to spare, and I was worried that if they charged again, some of them might reach us since they were already quite close. Suddenly, one of them stood up and threw his spear. It was the fastest thing I’ve ever seen. It seemed like he barely stood up when the weapon was already halfway through the air, shooting towards Ajor like an arrow. That was when I made the best shot of my life! I didn’t even aim consciously; it felt like my subconscious was driven by a force stronger than my instinct for self-preservation. Ajor was in danger! As that thought crossed my mind, my pistol sprang up, a flash of bright powder traced the bullet's path from the barrel, and the spear, its tip shattered, was knocked off course. With a cry of alarm, the six Band-lu jumped up from their hiding spot and ran south.
I turned toward Ajor. She was very white and wide-eyed, for the clutching fingers of death had all but seized her; but a little smile came to her lips and an expression of great pride to her eyes. "My Tom!" she said, and took my hand in hers. That was all—"My Tom!" and a pressure of the hand. Her Tom! Something stirred within my bosom. Was it exaltation or was it consternation? Impossible! I turned away almost brusquely.
I turned to Ajor. She looked very pale and wide-eyed, like death was almost upon her; but a small smile appeared on her lips and her eyes showed a lot of pride. "My Tom!" she said, taking my hand in hers. That was it—"My Tom!" and a squeeze of my hand. Her Tom! Something shifted inside me. Was it joy or was it unease? Impossible! I turned away almost abruptly.
"Come!" I said, and strode off toward the Kro-lu prisoner.
"Come on!" I said, and walked over to the Kro-lu prisoner.
The Kro-lu stood watching us with stolid indifference. I presume that he expected to be killed; but if he did, he showed no outward sign of fear. His eyes, indicating his greatest interest, were fixed upon my pistol or the rifle which Ajor still carried. I cut his bonds with my knife. As I did so, an expression of surprise tinged and animated the haughty reserve of his countenance. He eyed me quizzically.
The Kro-lu stood there watching us with a blank expression. I guess he expected to be killed, but if he did, he didn't show any outward signs of fear. His eyes, which showed his keen interest, were focused on my pistol or the rifle that Ajor was still holding. I used my knife to cut his bonds. As I did this, a look of surprise broke through the proud, reserved expression on his face. He looked at me with curiosity.
"What are you going to do with me?" he asked.
"What are you going to do with me?" he asked.
"You are free," I replied. "Go home, if you wish."
"You’re free," I said. "Go home if you want."
"Why don't you kill me?" he inquired. "I am defenseless."
"Why don’t you just kill me?" he asked. "I’m defenseless."
"Why should I kill you? I have risked my life and that of this young lady to save your life. Why, therefore should I now take it?" Of course, I didn't say "young lady" as there is no Caspakian equivalent for that term; but I have to allow myself considerable latitude in the translation of Caspakian conversations. To speak always of a beautiful young girl as a "she" may be literal; but it seems far from gallant.
"Why should I kill you? I've risked my life and this young woman's life to save you. So why should I take your life now?" Of course, I didn't say "young woman" since there's no Caspakian equivalent for that term; but I have to give myself some leeway in translating Caspakian conversations. Referring to a beautiful young girl simply as "she" might be accurate, but it doesn't come across as very polite.
The Kro-lu concentrated his steady, level gaze upon me for at least a full minute. Then he spoke again.
The Kro-lu held his steady, focused gaze on me for at least a full minute. Then he spoke again.
"Who are you, man of strange skins?" he asked. "Your she is Galu; but you are neither Galu nor Kro-lu nor Band-lu, nor any other sort of man which I have seen before. Tell me from whence comes so mighty a warrior and so generous a foe."
"Who are you, guy in unusual skins?" he asked. "Your name is Galu; but you are neither Galu nor Kro-lu nor Band-lu, nor any other kind of person I have seen before. Tell me where such a powerful warrior and generous opponent comes from."
"It is a long story," I replied, "but suffice it to say that I am not of Caspak. I am a stranger here, and—let this sink in—I am not a foe. I have no wish to be an enemy of any man in Caspak, with the possible exception of the Galu warrior Du-seen."
"It’s a long story," I replied, "but to keep it simple, I'm not from Caspak. I'm a stranger here, and—let this sink in—I’m not an enemy. I have no desire to be a foe to anyone in Caspak, except maybe the Galu warrior Du-seen."
"Du-seen!" he exclaimed. "You are an enemy of Du-seen? And why?"
"Du-seen!" he shouted. "You're an enemy of Du-seen? And why?"
"Because he would harm Ajor," I replied. "You know him?"
"Because he would hurt Ajor," I replied. "Do you know him?"
"He cannot know him," said Ajor. "Du-seen rose from the Kro-lu long ago, taking a new name, as all do when they enter a new sphere. He cannot know him, as there is no intercourse between the Kro-lu and the Galu."
"He can’t know him," Ajor said. "Du-seen came from the Kro-lu long ago, taking on a new name, like everyone does when they enter a new realm. He can’t know him, since there’s no interaction between the Kro-lu and the Galu."
The warrior smiled. "Du-seen rose not so long ago," he said, "that I do not recall him well, and recently he has taken it upon himself to abrogate the ancient laws of Caspak; he had had intercourse with the Kro-lu. Du-seen would be chief of the Galus, and he has come to the Kro-lu for help."
The warrior smiled. "Du-seen rose not too long ago," he said, "so I don’t remember him well, and recently he has decided to overturn the ancient laws of Caspak; he has been involved with the Kro-lu. Du-seen wants to be chief of the Galus, and he has come to the Kro-lu for help."
Ajor was aghast. The thing was incredible. Never had Kro-lu and Galu had friendly relations; by the savage laws of Caspak they were deadly enemies, for only so can the several races maintain their individuality.
Ajor was shocked. The situation was unbelievable. Kro-lu and Galu had never had friendly relations; according to the brutal laws of Caspak, they were sworn enemies, because that was the only way the different races could keep their distinct identities.
"Will the Kro-lu join him?" asked Ajor. "Will they invade the country of Jor my father?"
"Will the Kro-lu join him?" Ajor asked. "Will they invade my father’s country, Jor?"
"The younger Kro-lu favor the plan," replied the warrior, "since they believe they will thus become Galus immediately. They hope to span the long years of change through which they must pass in the ordinary course of events and at a single stride become Galus. We of the older Kro-lu tell them that though they occupy the land of the Galu and wear the skins and ornaments of the golden people, still they will not be Galus till the time arrives that they are ripe to rise. We also tell them that even then they will never become a true Galu race, since there will still be those among them who can never rise. It is all right to raid the Galu country occasionally for plunder, as our people do; but to attempt to conquer it and hold it is madness. For my part, I have been content to wait until the call came to me. I feel that it cannot now be long."
"The younger Kro-lu support the plan," replied the warrior, "because they think this will let them become Galus right away. They hope to skip the long years of change they would normally go through and instantly become Galus. We older Kro-lu tell them that even though they live on Galu land and wear the skins and ornaments of the golden people, they won't truly be Galus until they're ready to rise. We also warn them that even then, they won’t form a true Galu race, as there will always be some among them who can never rise. It's okay to raid Galu territory occasionally for treasure, like our people do; but trying to conquer and hold it is madness. As for me, I’ve been content to wait until my time comes. I feel like that moment isn’t far off now."
"What is your name?" asked Ajor.
"What’s your name?" Ajor asked.
"Chal-az," replied the man.
"Chal-az," the man replied.
"You are chief of the Kro-lu?" Ajor continued.
"You’re the leader of the Kro-lu?" Ajor continued.
"No, it is Al-tan who is chief of the Kro-lu of the east," answered Chal-az.
"No, it's Al-tan who is the leader of the Kro-lu in the east," replied Chal-az.
"And he is against this plan to invade my father's country?"
"And he's against this plan to invade my dad's country?"
"Unfortunately he is rather in favor of it," replied the man, "since he has about come to the conclusion that he is batu. He has been chief ever since, before I came up from the Band-lu, and I can see no change in him in all those years. In fact, he still appears to be more Band-lu than Kro-lu. However, he is a good chief and a mighty warrior, and if Du-seen persuades him to his cause, the Galus may find themselves under a Kro-lu chieftain before long—Du-seen as well as the others, for Al-tan would never consent to occupy a subordinate position, and once he plants a victorious foot in Galu, he will not withdraw it without a struggle."
"Unfortunately, he seems to support it," the man replied, "since he's pretty much come to the conclusion that he belongs to it. He's been the chief ever since before I came up from the Band-lu, and I haven't seen any change in him all these years. In fact, he still seems more Band-lu than Kro-lu. Still, he's a good chief and a strong warrior, and if Du-seen convinces him to join his side, the Galus might find themselves with a Kro-lu chief soon—Du-seen as well as the others, because Al-tan would never agree to a lower position, and once he sets his victorious foot in Galu, he won't take it back without a fight."
I asked them what batu meant, as I had not before heard the word. Literally translated, it is equivalent to through, finished, done-for, as applied to an individual's evolutionary progress in Caspak, and with this information was developed the interesting fact that not every individual is capable of rising through every stage to that of Galu. Some never progress beyond the Alu stage; others stop as Bo-lu, as Sto-lu, as Band-lu or as Kro-lu. The Ho-lu of the first generation may rise to become Alus; the Alus of the second generation may become Bo-lu, while it requires three generations of Bo-lu to become Band-lu, and so on until Kro-lu's parent on one side must be of the sixth generation.
I asked them what "batu" meant since I had never heard the word before. Literally translated, it means through, finished, or done-for, in relation to a person's evolutionary progress in Caspak. With this information, I learned that not every individual can rise through every stage to become a Galu. Some never move beyond the Alu stage; others stop at Bo-lu, Sto-lu, Band-lu, or Kro-lu. The Ho-lu of the first generation can rise to become Alus; the Alus of the second generation can become Bo-lu, while it takes three generations of Bo-lu to become Band-lu, and so on until Kro-lu's parent on one side must be from the sixth generation.
It was not entirely plain to me even with this explanation, since I couldn't understand how there could be different generations of peoples who apparently had no offspring. Yet I was commencing to get a slight glimmer of the strange laws which govern propagation and evolution in this weird land. Already I knew that the warm pools which always lie close to every tribal abiding-place were closely linked with the Caspakian scheme of evolution, and that the daily immersion of the females in the greenish slimy water was in response to some natural law, since neither pleasure nor cleanliness could be derived from what seemed almost a religious rite. Yet I was still at sea; nor, seemingly, could Ajor enlighten me, since she was compelled to use words which I could not understand and which it was impossible for her to explain the meanings of.
It wasn't entirely clear to me even with this explanation, since I couldn't wrap my head around how there could be different generations of people who seemingly had no children. Yet I was starting to get a hint of the strange laws that govern reproduction and evolution in this bizarre land. I already knew that the warm pools near every tribe's home were closely tied to the Caspakian evolutionary process, and that the daily soaking of the females in the green, slimy water was part of some natural law, since there was no enjoyment or cleanliness to be gained from what looked like a religious ritual. Still, I felt lost; and it seemed that Ajor couldn't clarify things for me either, as she was forced to use words I didn't understand and couldn't explain the meanings of.
As we stood talking, we were suddenly startled by a commotion in the bushes and among the boles of the trees surrounding us, and simultaneously a hundred Kro-lu warriors appeared in a rough circle about us. They greeted Chal-az with a volley of questions as they approached slowly from all sides, their heavy bows fitted with long, sharp arrows. Upon Ajor and me they looked with covetousness in the one instance and suspicion in the other; but after they had heard Chal-az's story, their attitude was more friendly. A huge savage did all the talking. He was a mountain of a man, yet perfectly proportioned.
As we were talking, we were suddenly startled by a disturbance in the bushes and among the tree trunks around us, and all at once, a hundred Kro-lu warriors appeared in a rough circle around us. They bombarded Chal-az with questions as they slowly approached from all sides, their heavy bows ready with long, sharp arrows. They looked at Ajor and me with envy in one case and suspicion in the other; but after they heard Chal-az's story, they became more welcoming. A massive savage did all the talking. He was a mountain of a man, yet perfectly proportioned.
"This is Al-tan the chief," said Chal-az by way of introduction. Then he told something of my story, and Al-tan asked me many questions of the land from which I came. The warriors crowded around close to hear my replies, and there were many expressions of incredulity as I spoke of what was to them another world, of the yacht which had brought me over vast waters, and of the plane that had borne me Jo-oo-like over the summit of the barrier-cliffs. It was the mention of the hydroaeroplane which precipitated the first outspoken skepticism, and then Ajor came to my defense.
"This is Al-tan, the chief," Chal-az introduced. Then he shared part of my story, and Al-tan asked me many questions about the land I came from. The warriors gathered around closely to hear my answers, and there were many looks of disbelief as I talked about what was, to them, another world, about the yacht that had brought me across vast waters, and about the plane that had flown me Jo-oo-like over the top of the barrier cliffs. It was when I mentioned the hydroaeroplane that the first open skepticism arose, and then Ajor stepped in to defend me.
"I saw it with my own eyes!" she exclaimed. "I saw him flying through the air in battle with a Jo-oo. The Alus were chasing me, and they saw and ran away."
"I saw it with my own eyes!" she shouted. "I saw him flying through the air, fighting a Jo-oo. The Alus were chasing me, but when they saw it, they ran away."
"Whose is this she?" demanded Al-tan suddenly, his eyes fixed fiercely upon Ajor.
"Who is this girl?" Al-tan suddenly demanded, his eyes intensely fixed on Ajor.
For a moment there was silence. Ajor looked up at me, a hurt and questioning expression on her face. "Whose she is this?" repeated Al-tan.
For a moment, there was silence. Ajor looked up at me, her face showing a mix of hurt and confusion. "Whose is she?" repeated Al-tan.
"She is mine," I replied, though what force it was that impelled me to say it I could not have told; but an instant later I was glad that I had spoken the words, for the reward of Ajor's proud and happy face was reward indeed.
"She's mine," I replied, although I couldn't explain why I felt compelled to say it; but a moment later, I was glad I had, because Ajor's proud and happy expression was truly rewarding.
Al-tan eyed her for several minutes and then turned to me. "Can you keep her?" he asked, just the tinge of a sneer upon his face.
Al-tan stared at her for several minutes and then turned to me. "Can you keep her?" he asked, a hint of a sneer on his lips.
I laid my palm upon the grip of my pistol and answered that I could. He saw the move, glanced at the butt of the automatic where it protruded from its holster, and smiled. Then he turned and raising his great bow, fitted an arrow and drew the shaft far back. His warriors, supercilious smiles upon their faces, stood silently watching him. His bow was the longest and the heaviest among them all. A mighty man indeed must he be to bend it; yet Al-tan drew the shaft back until the stone point touched his left forefinger, and he did it with consummate ease. Then he raised the shaft to the level of his right eye, held it there for an instant and released it. When the arrow stopped, half its length protruded from the opposite side of a six-inch tree fifty feet away. Al-tan and his warriors turned toward me with expressions of immense satisfaction upon their faces, and then, apparently for Ajor's benefit, the chieftain swaggered to and fro a couple of times, swinging his great arms and his bulky shoulders for all the world like a drunken prize-fighter at a beach dancehall.
I placed my hand on the grip of my pistol and said that I could. He noticed the move, glanced at the handle of the automatic sticking out of its holster, and smiled. Then he turned, raised his huge bow, fitted an arrow, and pulled the string back far. His warriors, wearing smug smiles, stood quietly watching him. His bow was the longest and heaviest of them all. He had to be a truly strong man to draw it, yet Al-tan pulled the arrow back until the stone tip touched his left forefinger, and he did it with incredible ease. Then he raised the arrow to the level of his right eye, held it there for a moment, and released it. When the arrow hit, half of it stuck out from the other side of a six-inch tree fifty feet away. Al-tan and his warriors turned to me with huge smiles on their faces, and then, probably for Ajor's benefit, the chieftain swaggered back and forth a couple of times, swinging his big arms and bulky shoulders like a drunken prizefighter at a beach dancehall.
I saw that some reply was necessary, and so in a single motion, I drew my gun, dropped it on the still quivering arrow and pulled the trigger. At the sound of the report, the Kro-lu leaped back and raised their weapons; but as I was smiling, they took heart and lowered them again, following my eyes to the tree; the shaft of their chief was gone, and through the bole was a little round hole marking the path of my bullet. It was a good shot if I do say it myself, "as shouldn't" but necessity must have guided that bullet; I simply had to make a good shot, that I might immediately establish my position among those savage and warlike Caspakians of the sixth sphere. That it had its effect was immediately noticeable, but I am none too sure that it helped my cause with Al-tan. Whereas he might have condescended to tolerate me as a harmless and interesting curiosity, he now, by the change in his expression, appeared to consider me in a new and unfavorable light. Nor can I wonder, knowing this type as I did, for had I not made him ridiculous in the eyes of his warriors, beating him at his own game? What king, savage or civilized, could condone such impudence? Seeing his black scowls, I deemed it expedient, especially on Ajor's account, to terminate the interview and continue upon our way; but when I would have done so, Al-tan detained us with a gesture, and his warriors pressed around us.
I realized that I needed to respond, so in one swift motion, I drew my gun, aimed it at the still-shaking arrow, and pulled the trigger. At the sound of the shot, the Kro-lu jumped back and raised their weapons; but seeing me smile, they gained confidence and lowered them again, following my gaze to the tree. Their chief's arrow was missing, and the trunk had a small round hole showing the trajectory of my bullet. It was a good shot, if I do say so myself, though I probably shouldn't. But necessity guided that bullet; I had to make a solid shot to establish my place among those fierce and warlike Caspakians of the sixth sphere. The impact was immediately clear, but I wasn't sure it helped my situation with Al-tan. While he might have regarded me as a harmless and interesting curiosity before, his expression now suggested he saw me in a new and negative way. I couldn't be surprised, knowing this type as I did. After all, I had made him look foolish in front of his warriors by beating him at his own game. What king, savage or civilized, could tolerate such disrespect? Noticing his dark scowl, I thought it best, especially for Ajor's sake, to end the conversation and move on; but when I tried to do so, Al-tan stopped us with a gesture, and his warriors crowded around us.
"What is the meaning of this?" I demanded, and before Al-tan could reply, Chal-az raised his voice in our behalf.
"What does this mean?" I asked, and before Al-tan could answer, Chal-az shouted in our defense.
"Is this the gratitude of a Kro-lu chieftain, Al-tan," he asked, "to one who has served you by saving one of your warriors from the enemy—saving him from the death dance of the Band-lu?"
"Is this the gratitude of a Kro-lu chieftain, Al-tan," he asked, "to someone who has helped you by saving one of your warriors from the enemy—saving him from the death dance of the Band-lu?"
Al-tan was silent for a moment, and then his brow cleared, and the faint imitation of a pleasant expression struggled for existence as he said: "The stranger will not be harmed. I wished only to detain him that he may be feasted tonight in the village of Al-tan the Kro-lu. In the morning he may go his way. Al-tan will not hinder him."
Al-tan was quiet for a moment, then his expression shifted and a hint of a smile appeared as he said, "The stranger won't be hurt. I just wanted to keep him here so he could be celebrated tonight in the village of Al-tan the Kro-lu. He can leave in the morning. Al-tan won’t hold him back."
I was not entirely reassured; but I wanted to see the interior of the Kro-lu village, and anyway I knew that if Al-tan intended treachery I would be no more in his power in the morning than I now was—in fact, during the night I might find opportunity to escape with Ajor, while at the instant neither of us could hope to escape unscathed from the encircling warriors. Therefore, in order to disarm him of any thought that I might entertain suspicion as to his sincerity, I promptly and courteously accepted his invitation. His satisfaction was evident, and as we set off toward his village, he walked beside me, asking many questions as to the country from which I came, its peoples and their customs. He seemed much mystified by the fact that we could walk abroad by day or night without fear of being devoured by wild beasts or savage reptiles, and when I told him of the great armies which we maintained, his simple mind could not grasp the fact that they existed solely for the slaughtering of human beings.
I wasn't completely at ease, but I wanted to check out the inside of the Kro-lu village. Besides, I figured that if Al-tan was planning something treacherous, I'd be just as vulnerable in the morning as I was now. In fact, during the night, I might find a chance to escape with Ajor, especially since right now neither of us could hope to get away safely from the surrounding warriors. So, to keep him from thinking I suspected his honesty, I quickly and politely accepted his invitation. He seemed pleased, and as we headed toward his village, he walked next to me, asking a lot of questions about my homeland, its people, and their customs. He was clearly puzzled by the fact that we could walk around day or night without fearing wild animals or vicious reptiles. When I explained the large armies we maintained, he couldn't comprehend that they existed mainly to kill other humans.
"I am glad," he said, "that I do not dwell in your country among such savage peoples. Here, in Caspak, men fight with men when they meet—men of different races—but their weapons are first for the slaying of beasts in the chase and in defense. We do not fashion weapons solely for the killing of man as do your peoples. Your country must indeed be a savage country, from which you are fortunate to have escaped to the peace and security of Caspak."
"I’m glad," he said, "that I don’t live in your country among such savage people. Here, in Caspak, men fight with men when they encounter each other—men of different races—but their weapons are primarily for hunting beasts and for defense. We don’t create weapons just for killing other people like your people do. Your country must really be a savage place, and you’re lucky to have escaped to the peace and safety of Caspak."
Here was a new and refreshing viewpoint; nor could I take exception to it after what I had told Al-tan of the great war which had been raging in Europe for over two years before I left home.
Here was a new and refreshing perspective; nor could I disagree with it after what I had told Al-tan about the great war that had been going on in Europe for over two years before I left home.
On the march to the Kro-lu village we were continually stalked by innumerable beasts of prey, and three times we were attacked by frightful creatures; but Al-tan took it all as a matter of course, rushing forward with raised spear or sending a heavy shaft into the body of the attacker and then returning to our conversation as though no interruption had occurred. Twice were members of his band mauled, and one was killed by a huge and bellicose rhinoceros; but the instant the action was over, it was as though it never had occurred. The dead man was stripped of his belongings and left where he had died; the carnivora would take care of his burial. The trophies that these Kro-lu left to the meat-eaters would have turned an English big-game hunter green with envy. They did, it is true, cut all the edible parts from the rhino and carry them home; but already they were pretty well weighted down with the spoils of the chase, and only the fact that they are particularly fond of rhino-meat caused them to do so.
On the way to the Kro-lu village, we were constantly followed by countless predators, and three times we were attacked by terrifying creatures; but Al-tan took it all in stride, charging forward with his spear raised or shooting a heavy arrow into the attacker, then returning to our conversation as if nothing had happened. Two members of his group were injured, and one was killed by a massive and aggressive rhinoceros; but the moment the fighting was over, it was as if it had never happened. The dead man was stripped of his belongings and left where he fell; the wildlife would handle his burial. The trophies that these Kro-lu left for the scavengers would have made an English big-game hunter envious. They did, however, cut all the edible parts from the rhino and take them home; but they were already pretty weighed down with the spoils of the hunt, and only their special love for rhino meat motivated them to do so.
They left the hide on the pieces they selected, as they use it for sandals, shield-covers, the hilts of their knives and various other purposes where tough hide is desirable. I was much interested in their shields, especially after I saw one used in defense against the attack of a saber-tooth tiger. The huge creature had charged us without warning from a clump of dense bushes where it was lying up after eating. It was met with an avalanche of spears, some of which passed entirely through its body, with such force were they hurled. The charge was from a very short distance, requiring the use of the spear rather than the bow and arrow; but after the launching of the spears, the men not directly in the path of the charge sent bolt after bolt into the great carcass with almost incredible rapidity. The beast, screaming with pain and rage, bore down upon Chal-az while I stood helpless with my rifle for fear of hitting one of the warriors who were closing in upon it. But Chal-az was ready. Throwing aside his bow, he crouched behind his large oval shield, in the center of which was a hole about six inches in diameter. The shield was held by tight loops to his left arm, while in his right hand he grasped his heavy knife. Bristling with spears and arrows, the great cat hurled itself upon the shield, and down went Chal-az upon his back with the shield entirely covering him. The tiger clawed and bit at the heavy rhinoceros hide with which the shield was faced, while Chal-az, through the round hole in the shield's center, plunged his blade repeatedly into the vitals of the savage animal. Doubtless the battle would have gone to Chal-az even though I had not interfered; but the moment that I saw a clean opening, with no Kro-lu beyond, I raised my rifle and killed the beast.
They left the hide on the pieces they chose, as they used it for sandals, shield covers, the handles of their knives, and various other uses where tough hide is needed. I was really interested in their shields, especially after I saw one used in defense against a saber-tooth tiger's attack. The massive creature had charged us unexpectedly from a thick patch of bushes where it had been resting after eating. It was met with a hail of spears, some of which went completely through its body, thrown with such force. The charge came from very close range, which made using the spear necessary instead of the bow and arrow; but after the spears were launched, the men not directly in its path shot bolt after bolt into the enormous carcass with almost unbelievable speed. The beast, screaming with pain and anger, charged at Chal-az while I stood helpless with my rifle, afraid of hitting one of the warriors closing in on it. But Chal-az was ready. He threw aside his bow and crouched behind his large oval shield, which had a hole about six inches in diameter in the center. The shield was secured by tight loops to his left arm, while he held his heavy knife in his right hand. Tipped with spears and arrows, the huge cat lunged at the shield, and Chal-az fell backward with the shield completely covering him. The tiger clawed and bit at the thick rhinoceros hide that faced the shield, while Chal-az repeatedly plunged his knife through the round hole in the center of the shield into the vital areas of the savage animal. Without a doubt, Chal-az would have won the battle even if I hadn’t intervened; but as soon as I saw a clear opening with no Kro-lu behind it, I raised my rifle and killed the beast.
When Chal-az arose, he glanced at the sky and remarked that it looked like rain. The others already had resumed the march toward the village. The incident was closed. For some unaccountable reason the whole thing reminded me of a friend who once shot a cat in his backyard. For three weeks he talked of nothing else.
When Chal-az got up, he looked at the sky and said it looked like it was going to rain. The others had already started heading toward the village again. That was the end of it. For some strange reason, it made me think of a friend who once shot a cat in his backyard. For three weeks, he couldn’t stop talking about it.
It was almost dark when we reached the village—a large palisaded enclosure of several hundred leaf-thatched huts set in groups of from two to seven. The huts were hexagonal in form, and where grouped were joined so that they resembled the cells of a bee-hive. One hut meant a warrior and his mate, and each additional hut in a group indicated an additional female. The palisade which surrounded the village was of logs set close together and woven into a solid wall with tough creepers which were planted at their base and trained to weave in and out to bind the logs together. The logs slanted outward at an angle of about thirty degrees, in which position they were held by shorter logs embedded in the ground at right angles to them and with their upper ends supporting the longer pieces a trifle above their centers of equilibrium. Along the top of the palisade sharpened stakes had been driven at all sorts of angles.
It was almost dark when we arrived at the village—a large enclosed area made of several hundred huts with leaf-thatched roofs, arranged in groups of two to seven. The huts were hexagon-shaped, and when grouped, they connected in a way that made them look like beehive cells. One hut represented a warrior and his partner, and each extra hut in a group signified an additional female. The palisade surrounding the village was made of closely placed logs woven into a solid wall with strong vines planted at the base, trained to intertwine and hold the logs together. The logs slanted outward at about a thirty-degree angle, held in place by shorter logs set in the ground at right angles, with their upper ends supporting the longer logs just above their center of balance. Along the top of the palisade, sharpened stakes were driven in at various angles.
The only opening into the inclosure was through a small aperture three feet wide and three feet high, which was closed from the inside by logs about six feet long laid horizontally, one upon another, between the inside face of the palisade and two other braced logs which paralleled the face of the wall upon the inside.
The only entry into the enclosure was through a small opening three feet wide and three feet high, which was blocked from the inside by logs about six feet long, stacked horizontally on top of each other, between the inside surface of the palisade and two other braced logs that ran parallel to the wall on the inside.
As we entered the village, we were greeted by a not unfriendly crowd of curious warriors and women, to whom Chal-az generously explained the service we had rendered him, whereupon they showered us with the most well-meant attentions, for Chal-az, it seemed, was a most popular member of the tribe. Necklaces of lion- and tiger-teeth, bits of dried meat, finely tanned hides and earthen pots, beautifully decorated, they thrust upon us until we were loaded down, and all the while Al-tan glared balefully upon us, seemingly jealous of the attentions heaped upon us because we had served Chal-az.
As we walked into the village, we were met by a friendly crowd of curious warriors and women. Chal-az gladly explained the help we had given him, and they showered us with their warmest welcomes, as it turned out that Chal-az was a popular member of the tribe. They insisted on giving us necklaces made from lion and tiger teeth, pieces of dried meat, beautifully tanned hides, and decorated clay pots until we were practically overwhelmed. Meanwhile, Al-tan was glaring at us, looking jealous of the attention we were receiving for having helped Chal-az.
At last we reached a hut that they set apart for us, and there we cooked our meat and some vegetables the women brought us, and had milk from cows—the first I had had in Caspak—and cheese from the milk of wild goats, with honey and thin bread made from wheat flour of their own grinding, and grapes and the fermented juice of grapes. It was quite the most wonderful meal I had eaten since I quit the Toreador and Bowen J. Tyler's colored chef, who could make pork-chops taste like chicken, and chicken taste like heaven.
At last, we arrived at a hut they had set aside for us, where we cooked the meat and some vegetables the women brought, along with milk from cows—the first I had in Caspak—and cheese made from wild goat’s milk, plus honey and thin bread made from their freshly ground wheat flour, and grapes with their fermented juice. It was by far the best meal I had eaten since I left the Toreador and Bowen J. Tyler's skilled chef, who could make pork chops taste like chicken and chicken taste divine.
Chapter 6
After dinner I rolled a cigaret and stretched myself at ease upon a pile of furs before the doorway, with Ajor's head pillowed in my lap and a feeling of great content pervading me. It was the first time since my plane had topped the barrier-cliffs of Caspak that I had felt any sense of peace or security. My hand wandered to the velvet cheek of the girl I had claimed as mine, and to her luxuriant hair and the golden fillet which bound it close to her shapely head. Her slender fingers groping upward sought mine and drew them to her lips, and then I gathered her in my arms and crushed her to me, smothering her mouth with a long, long kiss. It was the first time that passion had tinged my intercourse with Ajor. We were alone, and the hut was ours until morning.
After dinner, I rolled a cigarette and relaxed comfortably on a pile of furs by the doorway, with Ajor's head resting in my lap and a deep sense of satisfaction filling me. It was the first time since my plane had crossed the barrier cliffs of Caspak that I felt any peace or security. My hand found its way to the soft cheek of the girl I had claimed as mine, caressing her thick hair and the golden band that held it close to her beautiful head. Her delicate fingers reached up for mine, pulling my hand to her lips, and then I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her deeply, smothering her mouth with a long, passionate kiss. It was the first time desire had colored my interactions with Ajor. We were alone, and the hut was ours until morning.
But now from beyond the palisade in the direction of the main gate came the hallooing of men and the answering calls and queries of the guard. We listened. Returning hunters, no doubt. We heard them enter the village amidst the barking dogs. I have forgotten to mention the dogs of Kro-lu. The village swarmed with them, gaunt, wolflike creatures that guarded the herd by day when it grazed without the palisade, ten dogs to a cow. By night the cows were herded in an outer inclosure roofed against the onslaughts of the carnivorous cats; and the dogs, with the exception of a few, were brought into the village; these few well-tested brutes remained with the herd. During the day they fed plentifully upon the beasts of prey which they killed in protection of the herd, so that their keep amounted to nothing at all.
But now, from beyond the fence towards the main gate, we could hear the shouting of men and the responding calls from the guards. We listened. It was probably the returning hunters. We heard them come into the village, accompanied by barking dogs. I forgot to mention the dogs of Kro-lu. The village was filled with them—lean, wolf-like creatures that guarded the herd during the day while it grazed outside the fence, ten dogs for each cow. At night, the cows were brought into a protected area to shield them from the attacking carnivorous cats, and most of the dogs were brought into the village; only a few trusted ones stayed with the herd. During the day, those dogs feasted on the predators they killed while protecting the herd, so their upkeep cost practically nothing.
Shortly after the commotion at the gate had subsided, Ajor and I arose to enter the hut, and at the same time a warrior appeared from one of the twisted alleys which, lying between the irregularly placed huts and groups of huts, form the streets of the Kro-lu village. The fellow halted before us and addressed me, saying that Al-tan desired my presence at his hut. The wording of the invitation and the manner of the messenger threw me entirely off my guard, so cordial was the one and respectful the other, and the result was that I went willingly, telling Ajor that I would return presently. I had laid my arms and ammunition aside as soon as we had taken over the hut, and I left them with Ajor now, as I had noticed that aside from their hunting-knives the men of Kro-lu bore no weapons about the village streets. There was an atmosphere of peace and security within that village that I had not hoped to experience within Caspak, and after what I had passed through, it must have cast a numbing spell over my faculties of judgment and reason. I had eaten of the lotus-flower of safety; dangers no longer threatened for they had ceased to be.
Shortly after the commotion at the gate died down, Ajor and I got up to enter the hut, when a warrior appeared from one of the twisted alleys that run between the irregularly placed huts of the Kro-lu village. He stopped in front of us and told me that Al-tan wanted me at his hut. The way he phrased the invitation and his respectful demeanor completely caught me off guard; his friendliness and the messenger's respect made me agree without hesitation. I told Ajor I’d be back soon. I had set aside my arms and ammo as soon as we took over the hut, and I left them with Ajor now, since I noticed the men of Kro-lu carried no weapons around the village streets except for their hunting knives. There was a feeling of peace and safety in that village that I never expected to find in Caspak, and after everything I'd been through, it must have numbed my judgment and reasoning. I had tasted the flower of safety; dangers no longer loomed because they had vanished.
The messenger led me through the labyrinthine alleys to an open plaza near the center of the village. At one end of this plaza was a long hut, much the largest that I had yet seen, before the door of which were many warriors. I could see that the interior was lighted and that a great number of men were gathered within. The dogs about the plaza were as thick as fleas, and those I approached closely evinced a strong desire to devour me, their noses evidently apprising them of the fact that I was of an alien race, since they paid no attention whatever to my companion. Once inside the council-hut, for such it appeared to be, I found a large concourse of warriors seated, or rather squatted, around the floor. At one end of the oval space which the warriors left down the center of the room stood Al-tan and another warrior whom I immediately recognized as a Galu, and then I saw that there were many Galus present. About the walls were a number of flaming torches stuck in holes in a clay plaster which evidently served the purpose of preventing the inflammable wood and grasses of which the hut was composed from being ignited by the flames. Lying about among the warriors or wandering restlessly to and fro were a number of savage dogs.
The messenger took me through winding alleys to a public square near the center of the village. At one end of this square, there was a long hut, the largest I had seen so far, with many warriors gathered in front of its door. I could see that the inside was lit and filled with a large number of men. The dogs in the square were as numerous as fleas, and those I got close to showed a strong urge to attack me, their noses clearly sensing that I was a stranger, as they ignored my companion entirely. Once I entered the council hut, which it seemed to be, I found a large group of warriors seated, or more accurately, squatting on the floor. At one end of the oval space that the warriors left down the center of the room stood Al-tan and another warrior I immediately recognized as a Galu, and I noticed many Galus present. Along the walls, several flaming torches were stuck into holes in a clay plaster, which clearly helped prevent the easily ignitable wood and grasses of the hut from catching fire. Scattered among the warriors or wandering restlessly were a number of fierce dogs.
The warriors eyed me curiously as I entered, especially the Galus, and then I was conducted into the center of the group and led forward toward Al-tan. As I advanced I felt one of the dogs sniffing at my heels, and of a sudden a great brute leaped upon my back. As I turned to thrust it aside before its fangs found a hold upon me, I beheld a huge Airedale leaping frantically about me. The grinning jaws, the half-closed eyes, the back-laid ears spoke to me louder than might the words of man that here was no savage enemy but a joyous friend, and then I recognized him, and fell to one knee and put my arms about his neck while he whined and cried with joy. It was Nobs, dear old Nobs. Bowen Tyler's Nobs, who had loved me next to his master.
The warriors looked at me with curiosity as I walked in, especially the Galus, and then I was taken to the center of the group and led forward toward Al-tan. As I moved ahead, I felt one of the dogs sniffing at my heels, and suddenly a huge dog jumped onto my back. As I turned to push it away before its teeth could catch me, I saw a big Airedale jumping around me excitedly. The grinning mouth, the half-closed eyes, and the flattened ears spoke louder to me than any words could: this was no savage enemy but a happy friend. Then I recognized him, dropped to one knee, and wrapped my arms around his neck while he whined and yelped with joy. It was Nobs, my dear old Nobs. Bowen Tyler's Nobs, who had loved me almost as much as his master did.
"Where is the master of this dog?" I asked, turning toward Al-tan.
"Where's the owner of this dog?" I asked, looking at Al-tan.
The chieftain inclined his head toward the Galu standing at his side. "He belongs to Du-seen the Galu," he replied.
The chieftain nodded toward the Galu next to him. "He belongs to Du-seen the Galu," he said.
"He belongs to Bowen J. Tyler, Jr., of Santa Monica," I retorted, "and I want to know where his master is."
"He belongs to Bowen J. Tyler, Jr., of Santa Monica," I replied, "and I want to know where his owner is."
The Galu shrugged. "The dog is mine," he said. "He came to me cor-sva-jo, and he is unlike any dog in Caspak, being kind and docile and yet a killer when aroused. I would not part with him. I do not know the man of whom you speak."
The Galu shrugged. "The dog is mine," he said. "He came to me cor-sva-jo, and he's unlike any dog in Caspak; he's gentle and calm but can be fierce when provoked. I wouldn't give him up. I don't know the guy you're talking about."
So this was Du-seen! This was the man from whom Ajor had fled. I wondered if he knew that she was here. I wondered if they had sent for me because of her; but after they had commenced to question me, my mind was relieved; they did not mention Ajor. Their interest seemed centered upon the strange world from which I had come, my journey to Caspak and my intentions now that I had arrived. I answered them frankly as I had nothing to conceal and assured them that my only wish was to find my friends and return to my own country. In the Galu Du-seen and his warriors I saw something of the explanation of the term "golden race" which is applied to them, for their ornaments and weapons were either wholly of beaten gold or heavily decorated with the precious metal. They were a very imposing set of men—tall and straight and handsome. About their heads were bands of gold like that which Ajor wore, and from their left shoulders depended the leopard-tails of the Galus. In addition to the deer-skin tunic which constituted the major portion of their apparel, each carried a light blanket of barbaric yet beautiful design—the first evidence of weaving I had seen in Caspak. Ajor had had no blanket, having lost it during her flight from the attentions of Du-seen; nor was she so heavily incrusted with gold as these male members of her tribe.
So this was Du-seen! This was the guy Ajor had run away from. I wondered if he knew she was here. I wondered if they called me here because of her; but once they started questioning me, I felt better— they didn’t mention Ajor. Their interest seemed focused on the strange world I had come from, my journey to Caspak, and what I planned to do now that I was here. I answered them honestly since I had nothing to hide and assured them that my only wish was to find my friends and return to my own country. In the Galu, Du-seen and his warriors represented part of the reason behind the term "golden race" used for them, as their ornaments and weapons were either entirely made of beaten gold or heavily decorated with the precious metal. They were a very impressive group of men—tall, straight, and handsome. Around their heads were gold bands like the one Ajor wore, and from their left shoulders hung the leopard tails of the Galus. Besides the deer-skin tunic that made up most of their clothing, each carried a light blanket with a barbaric yet beautiful design—the first sign of weaving I had seen in Caspak. Ajor didn't have a blanket, having lost it during her escape from Du-seen’s advances; nor was she adorned with gold like these male members of her tribe.
The audience must have lasted fully an hour when Al-tan signified that I might return to my hut. All the time Nobs had lain quietly at my feet; but the instant that I turned to leave, he was up and after me. Du-seen called to him; but the terrier never even so much as looked in his direction. I had almost reached the doorway leading from the council-hall when Al-tan rose and called after me. "Stop!" he shouted. "Stop, stranger! The beast of Du-seen the Galu follows you."
The audience must have lasted a full hour when Al-tan signaled that I could go back to my hut. Nobs had been lying quietly at my feet the whole time, but the moment I turned to leave, he jumped up and followed me. Du-seen called out to him, but the terrier didn’t even glance his way. I was almost at the doorway leading out of the council hall when Al-tan stood up and called after me. "Stop!" he shouted. "Stop, stranger! Du-seen's beast, the Galu, is following you."
"The dog is not Du-seen's," I replied. "He belongs to my friend, as I told you, and he prefers to stay with me until his master is found." And I turned again to resume my way. I had taken but a few steps when I heard a commotion behind me, and at the same moment a man leaned close and whispered "Kazar!" close to my ear—kazar, the Caspakian equivalent of beware. It was To-mar. As he spoke, he turned quickly away as though loath to have others see that he knew me, and at the same instant I wheeled to discover Du-seen striding rapidly after me. Al-tan followed him, and it was evident that both were angry.
"The dog isn't Du-seen's," I replied. "He belongs to my friend, like I told you, and he prefers to stay with me until his owner is found." I turned to continue on my way. I had taken just a few steps when I heard a commotion behind me, and at the same moment, a man leaned in and whispered "Kazar!" in my ear—kazar, the Caspakian way of saying beware. It was To-mar. As he spoke, he quickly turned away as if he didn't want anyone to see that he knew me, and at that instant, I turned to see Du-seen striding quickly after me. Al-tan was following him, and it was clear that both were upset.
Du-seen, a weapon half drawn, approached truculently. "The beast is mine," he reiterated. "Would you steal him?"
Du-seen, a weapon half drawn, approached aggressively. "The beast is mine," he repeated. "Are you trying to steal him?"
"He is not yours nor mine," I replied, "and I am not stealing him. If he wishes to follow you, he may; I will not interfere; but if he wishes to follow me, he shall; nor shall you prevent." I turned to Al-tan. "Is not that fair?" I demanded. "Let the dog choose his master."
"He doesn't belong to either of us," I said, "and I'm not taking him. If he wants to follow you, that's fine; I won't stop him. But if he wants to follow me, he can, and you won't stop that." I looked at Al-tan. "Isn't that fair?" I asked. "Let the dog choose his owner."
Du-seen, without waiting for Al-tan's reply, reached for Nobs and grasped him by the scruff of the neck. I did not interfere, for I guessed what would happen; and it did. With a savage growl Nobs turned like lightning upon the Galu, wrenched loose from his hold and leaped for his throat. The man stepped back and warded off the first attack with a heavy blow of his fist, immediately drawing his knife with which to meet the Airedale's return. And Nobs would have returned, all right, had not I spoken to him. In a low voice I called him to heel. For just an instant he hesitated, standing there trembling and with bared fangs, glaring at his foe; but he was well trained and had been out with me quite as much as he had with Bowen—in fact, I had had most to do with his early training; then he walked slowly and very stiff-legged to his place behind me.
Du-seen, without waiting for Al-tan's response, reached for Nobs and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. I didn’t intervene because I anticipated what would happen, and it did. With a fierce growl, Nobs spun around like lightning, broke free from his grip, and lunged for his throat. The man stepped back and deflected the first attack with a powerful punch, immediately pulling out his knife to confront the Airedale's return. And Nobs would have attacked again, for sure, if I hadn’t called him. In a low voice, I commanded him to heel. For just a moment, he hesitated, standing there trembling with his teeth bared, glaring at his opponent; but he was well-trained and had been out with me as much as with Bowen—in fact, I had largely been responsible for his initial training. Finally, he walked slowly and very stiff-legged to his spot behind me.
Du-seen, red with rage, would have had it out with the two of us had not Al-tan drawn him to one side and whispered in his ear—upon which, with a grunt, the Galu walked straight back to the opposite end of the hall, while Nobs and I continued upon our way toward the hut and Ajor. As we passed out into the village plaza, I saw Chal-az—we were so close to one another that I could have reached out and touched him—and our eyes met; but though I greeted him pleasantly and paused to speak to him, he brushed past me without a sign of recognition. I was puzzled at his behavior, and then I recalled that To-mar, though he had warned me, had appeared not to wish to seem friendly with me. I could not understand their attitude, and was trying to puzzle out some sort of explanation, when the matter was suddenly driven from my mind by the report of a firearm. Instantly I broke into a run, my brain in a whirl of forebodings, for the only firearms in the Kro-lu country were those I had left in the hut with Ajor.
Du-seen, furious, would have confronted us if Al-tan hadn't pulled him aside and whispered in his ear. With a grunt, the Galu walked back to the opposite end of the hall, while Nobs and I continued toward the hut and Ajor. As we stepped into the village plaza, I saw Chal-az—we were so close that I could have reached out and touched him—and our eyes met. I greeted him warmly and paused to talk, but he walked past me without acknowledging me. I was confused by his behavior, then remembered that To-mar, despite his warning, seemed to not want to appear friendly with me. I couldn't understand their attitude and was trying to figure out a reason when the sound of a gunshot suddenly interrupted my thoughts. I immediately started running, my mind racing with unease, since the only guns in Kro-lu country were the ones I had left in the hut with Ajor.
That she was in danger I could not but fear, as she was now something of an adept in the handling of both the pistol and rifle, a fact which largely eliminated the chance that the shot had come from an accidentally discharged firearm. When I left the hut, I had felt that she and I were safe among friends; no thought of danger was in my mind; but since my audience with Al-tan, the presence and bearing of Du-seen and the strange attitude of both To-mar and Chal-az had each contributed toward arousing my suspicions, and now I ran along the narrow, winding alleys of the Kro-lu village with my heart fairly in my mouth.
That she was in danger I couldn't help but fear, as she was now somewhat skilled with both the pistol and rifle, which made it unlikely that the shot had come from a gun that accidentally went off. When I left the hut, I felt that she and I were safe among friends; I had no thoughts of danger. But after my meeting with Al-tan, the demeanor of Du-seen and the strange attitudes of both To-mar and Chal-az had each raised my suspicions, and now I was running through the narrow, winding alleys of the Kro-lu village with my heart racing.
I am endowed with an excellent sense of direction, which has been greatly perfected by the years I have spent in the mountains and upon the plains and deserts of my native state, so that it was with little or no difficulty that I found my way back to the hut in which I had left Ajor. As I entered the doorway, I called her name aloud. There was no response. I drew a box of matches from my pocket and struck a light and as the flame flared up, a half-dozen brawny warriors leaped upon me from as many directions; but even in the brief instant that the flare lasted, I saw that Ajor was not within the hut, and that my arms and ammunition had been removed.
I have a really good sense of direction, which I’ve honed over the years spent in the mountains, plains, and deserts of my home state, so I had little to no trouble finding my way back to the hut where I had left Ajor. As I walked through the doorway, I called out her name. There was no answer. I took a box of matches out of my pocket and struck one to light it. As the flame flickered to life, half a dozen strong warriors jumped at me from different directions; but even in that brief moment, I saw that Ajor wasn’t in the hut, and my weapons and ammo were gone.
As the six men leaped upon me, an angry growl burst from behind them. I had forgotten Nobs. Like a demon of hate he sprang among those Kro-lu fighting-men, tearing, rending, ripping with his long tusks and his mighty jaws. They had me down in an instant, and it goes without saying that the six of them could have kept me there had it not been for Nobs; but while I was struggling to throw them off, Nobs was springing first upon one and then upon another of them until they were so put to it to preserve their hides and their lives from him that they could give me only a small part of their attention. One of them was assiduously attempting to strike me on the head with his stone hatchet; but I caught his arm and at the same time turned over upon my belly, after which it took but an instant to get my feet under me and rise suddenly.
As the six men jumped on me, an angry growl erupted from behind them. I had forgotten about Nobs. Like a creature of fury, he lunged at the Kro-lu warriors, tearing and ripping with his long tusks and powerful jaws. They had me pinned down in an instant, and it’s clear that the six of them could have kept me there if it hadn’t been for Nobs; but while I struggled to shake them off, Nobs was leaping first on one and then on another, forcing them to focus on protecting themselves instead of me. One of them was trying hard to hit me on the head with his stone hatchet; but I caught his arm and rolled over onto my belly, which allowed me to quickly get my feet beneath me and rise up suddenly.
As I did so, I kept a grip upon the man's arm, carrying it over one shoulder. Then I leaned suddenly forward and hurled my antagonist over my head to a hasty fall at the opposite side of the hut. In the dim light of the interior I saw that Nobs had already accounted for one of the others—one who lay very quiet upon the floor—while the four remaining upon their feet were striking at him with knives and hatchets.
As I did this, I held onto the man's arm, draping it over one shoulder. Then I suddenly leaned forward and threw my opponent over my head, letting him fall quickly to the other side of the hut. In the dim light inside, I saw that Nobs had already taken out one of the others—someone who lay very still on the floor—while the four still standing were attacking him with knives and hatchets.
Running to one side of the man I had just put out of the fighting, I seized his hatchet and knife, and in another moment was in the thick of the argument. I was no match for these savage warriors with their own weapons and would soon have gone down to ignominious defeat and death had it not been for Nobs, who alone was a match for the four of them. I never saw any creature so quick upon its feet as was that great Airedale, nor such frightful ferocity as he manifested in his attacks. It was as much the latter as the former which contributed to the undoing of our enemies, who, accustomed though they were to the ferocity of terrible creatures, seemed awed by the sight of this strange beast from another world battling at the side of his equally strange master. Yet they were no cowards, and only by teamwork did Nobs and I overcome them at last. We would rush for a man, simultaneously, and as Nobs leaped for him upon one side, I would strike at his head with the stone hatchet from the other.
Running to one side of the man I had just taken out of the fight, I grabbed his hatchet and knife, and in no time was caught up in the argument. I was no match for these savage warriors with their own weapons and would have soon faced a shameful defeat and death if it weren't for Nobs, who alone could handle all four of them. I’ve never seen an animal move as fast as that big Airedale, nor show such terrifying ferocity in his attacks. It was equally his speed and aggression that led to our enemies’ downfall, who, although used to fierce creatures, seemed intimidated by this strange beast from another world fighting alongside his equally unique master. But they weren't cowards, and only by working together did Nobs and I finally beat them. We would charge at a man at the same time, and as Nobs lunged at him from one side, I would strike at his head with the stone hatchet from the other.
As the last man went down, I heard the running of many feet approaching us from the direction of the plaza. To be captured now would mean death; yet I could not attempt to leave the village without first ascertaining the whereabouts of Ajor and releasing her if she were held a captive. That I could escape the village I was not at all sure; but of one thing I was positive; that it would do neither Ajor nor myself any service to remain where I was and be captured; so with Nobs, bloody but happy, following at heel, I turned down the first alley and slunk away in the direction of the northern end of the village.
As the last man fell, I heard a lot of footsteps coming toward us from the plaza. Getting caught now would mean death; still, I couldn't leave the village without first finding Ajor and freeing her if she was captured. I wasn't sure I could even escape the village, but I was certain of one thing: staying put and getting caught wouldn’t help either Ajor or me. So, with Nobs, bloody but happy, following closely behind, I turned down the first alley and sneaked off toward the northern end of the village.
Friendless and alone, hunted through the dark labyrinths of this savage community, I seldom have felt more helpless than at that moment; yet far transcending any fear which I may have felt for my own safety was my concern for that of Ajor. What fate had befallen her? Where was she, and in whose power? That I should live to learn the answers to these queries I doubted; but that I should face death gladly in the attempt—of that I was certain. And why? With all my concern for the welfare of my friends who had accompanied me to Caprona, and of my best friend of all, Bowen J. Tyler, Jr., I never yet had experienced the almost paralyzing fear for the safety of any other creature which now threw me alternately into a fever of despair and into a cold sweat of apprehension as my mind dwelt upon the fate on one bit of half-savage femininity of whose very existence even I had not dreamed a few short weeks before.
Friendless and alone, hunted through the dark maze of this brutal community, I rarely felt more helpless than at that moment; yet far more than any fear for my own safety was my concern for Ajor. What had happened to her? Where was she, and who had her? I doubted I would ever find the answers to these questions; but I was certain I would face death gladly in the attempt. And why? Despite my worry for the welfare of my friends who had come with me to Caprona, and my closest friend of all, Bowen J. Tyler, Jr., I had never experienced the almost paralyzing fear for the safety of any other being that now pushed me into a fever of despair and a cold sweat of anxiety as I thought about the fate of one piece of half-savage femininity whose very existence I hadn't even imagined just a few weeks earlier.
What was this hold she had upon me? Was I bewitched, that my mind refused to function sanely, and that judgment and reason were dethroned by some mad sentiment which I steadfastly refused to believe was love? I had never been in love. I was not in love now—the very thought was preposterous. How could I, Thomas Billings, the right-hand man of the late Bowen J. Tyler, Sr., one of America's foremost captains of industry and the greatest man in California, be in love with a—a—the word stuck in my throat; yet by my own American standards Ajor could be nothing else; at home, for all her beauty, for all her delicately tinted skin, little Ajor by her apparel, by the habits and customs and manners of her people, by her life, would have been classed a squaw. Tom Billings in love with a squaw! I shuddered at the thought.
What was this hold she had on me? Was I under a spell, that my mind refused to think clearly, and that judgment and reason were pushed aside by some crazy feeling I stubbornly refused to accept as love? I had never been in love. I wasn’t in love now—the very idea was absurd. How could I, Thomas Billings, the right-hand man of the late Bowen J. Tyler, Sr., one of America’s top captains of industry and the greatest man in California, be in love with a—a—the word caught in my throat; yet by my own American standards, Ajor could be nothing else; at home, for all her beauty, for all her delicately tinted skin, little Ajor, because of her clothing, the customs and manners of her people, and her lifestyle, would have been classified as a squaw. Tom Billings in love with a squaw! I shuddered at the thought.
And then there came to my mind, in a sudden, brilliant flash upon the screen of recollection the picture of Ajor as I had last seen her, and I lived again the delicious moment in which we had clung to one another, lips smothering lips, as I left her to go to the council hall of Al-tan; and I could have kicked myself for the snob and the cad that my thoughts had proven me—me, who had always prided myself that I was neither the one nor the other!
And then it hit me, in a sudden, brilliant flash of memory, the image of Ajor as I had last seen her. I relived the amazing moment when we held onto each other, lips pressed together, as I left her to go to the council hall of Al-tan. I felt like kicking myself for being such a snob and a jerk—me, who had always prided myself on being neither!
These things ran through my mind as Nobs and I made our way through the dark village, the voices and footsteps of those who sought us still in our ears. These and many other things, nor could I escape the incontrovertible fact that the little figure round which my recollections and my hopes entwined themselves was that of Ajor—beloved barbarian! My reveries were broken in upon by a hoarse whisper from the black interior of a hut past which we were making our way. My name was called in a low voice, and a man stepped out beside me as I halted with raised knife. It was Chal-az.
These thoughts raced through my mind as Nobs and I walked through the dark village, the voices and footsteps of those searching for us still echoing in my ears. These and many other things filled my head, and I couldn't escape the undeniable truth that the little figure around which my memories and hopes revolved was Ajor—my beloved barbarian! My daydreams were interrupted by a hoarse whisper from the dark interior of a hut we were passing. My name was called in a low voice, and a man stepped out next to me as I stopped with my knife raised. It was Chal-az.
"Quick!" he warned. "In here! It is my hut, and they will not search it."
"Quick!" he said. "In here! This is my hut, and they won't search it."
I hesitated, recalled his attitude of a few minutes before; and as though he had read my thoughts, he said quickly: "I could not speak to you in the plaza without danger of arousing suspicions which would prevent me aiding you later, for word had gone out that Al-tan had turned against you and would destroy you—this was after Du-seen the Galu arrived."
I hesitated, remembering how he acted just a few minutes ago; and as if he could read my mind, he quickly said: "I couldn't talk to you in the plaza without risking suspicion that would stop me from helping you later, because word had spread that Al-tan had turned against you and wanted to destroy you—this was after Du-seen the Galu arrived."
I followed him into the hut, and with Nobs at our heels we passed through several chambers into a remote and windowless apartment where a small lamp sputtered in its unequal battle with the inky darkness. A hole in the roof permitted the smoke from burning oil egress; yet the atmosphere was far from lucid. Here Chal-az motioned me to a seat upon a furry hide spread upon the earthen floor.
I followed him into the hut, and with Nobs at our heels, we passed through several rooms into a small, windowless space where a small lamp flickered, struggling against the deep darkness. A hole in the roof allowed the smoke from burning oil to escape, but the air was still far from clear. Here, Chal-az gestured for me to take a seat on a furry hide spread out on the dirt floor.
"I am your friend," he said. "You saved my life; and I am no ingrate as is the batu Al-tan. I will serve you, and there are others here who will serve you against Al-tan and this renegade Galu, Du-seen."
"I’m your friend," he said. "You saved my life, and I'm not ungrateful like the batu Al-tan. I will serve you, and there are others here who will support you against Al-tan and this traitor Galu, Du-seen."
"But where is Ajor?" I asked, for I cared little for my own safety while she was in danger.
"But where is Ajor?" I asked, since I didn't care much about my own safety while she was in danger.
"Ajor is safe, too," he answered. "We learned the designs of Al-tan and Du-seen. The latter, learning that Ajor was here, demanded her; and Al-tan promised that he should have her; but when the warriors went to get her To-mar went with them. Ajor tried to defend herself. She killed one of the warriors, and then To-mar picked her up in his arms when the others had taken her weapons from her. He told the others to look after the wounded man, who was really already dead, and to seize you upon your return, and that he, To-mar, would bear Ajor to Al-tan; but instead of bearing her to Al-tan, he took her to his own hut, where she now is with So-al, To-mar's she. It all happened very quickly. To-mar and I were in the council-hut when Du-seen attempted to take the dog from you. I was seeking To-mar for this work. He ran out immediately and accompanied the warriors to your hut while I remained to watch what went on within the council-hut and to aid you if you needed aid. What has happened since you know."
"Ajor is safe, too," he replied. "We figured out Al-tan's and Du-seen's plans. When Du-seen found out Ajor was here, he demanded her; Al-tan promised he'd give her to him. But when the warriors went to get her, To-mar went with them. Ajor tried to defend herself. She killed one of the warriors, and then To-mar picked her up when the others took her weapons away. He told them to take care of the wounded man, who was actually already dead, and to capture you when you returned. He said he would take Ajor to Al-tan, but instead of that, he brought her to his own hut, where she is now with So-al, To-mar's pet. It all happened really fast. To-mar and I were in the council hut when Du-seen tried to take the dog from you. I was looking for To-mar to handle this. He ran out right away and went with the warriors to your hut while I stayed behind to keep an eye on what was happening in the council hut and to help you if you needed it. You know what happened after that."
I thanked him for his loyalty and then asked him to take me to Ajor; but he said that it could not be done, as the village streets were filled with searchers. In fact, we could hear them passing to and fro among the huts, making inquiries, and at last Chal-az thought it best to go to the doorway of his dwelling, which consisted of many huts joined together, lest they enter and search.
I thanked him for his loyalty and then asked him to take me to Ajor; but he said it wasn’t possible because the village streets were filled with searchers. In fact, we could hear them moving around among the huts, asking questions, and finally, Chal-az thought it was best to head to the doorway of his home, which was made up of several huts connected together, to avoid them coming in and searching.
Chal-az was absent for a long time—several hours which seemed an eternity to me. All sounds of pursuit had long since ceased, and I was becoming uneasy because of his protracted absence when I heard him returning through the other apartments of his dwelling. He was perturbed when he entered that in which I awaited him, and I saw a worried expression upon his face.
Chal-az was gone for a long time—several hours that felt like an eternity to me. All sounds of pursuit had faded away, and I was starting to feel anxious about his extended absence when I heard him coming back through the other rooms of his place. He looked troubled when he entered the room where I was waiting, and I noticed a concerned look on his face.
"What is wrong?" I asked. "Have they found Ajor?"
"What’s wrong?" I asked. "Have they found Ajor?"
"No," he replied; "but Ajor has gone. She learned that you had escaped them and was told that you had left the village, believing that she had escaped too. So-al could not detain her. She made her way out over the top of the palisade, armed with only her knife."
"No," he replied; "but Ajor has left. She found out that you escaped from them and was informed that you had left the village, thinking that she had gotten away too. So-al couldn't stop her. She climbed over the top of the palisade, armed only with her knife."
"Then I must go," I said, rising. Nobs rose and shook himself. He had been dead asleep when I spoke.
"Then I have to go," I said, getting up. Nobs stood up and shook himself. He had been fast asleep when I spoke.
"Yes," agreed Chal-az, "you must go at once. It is almost dawn. Du-seen leaves at daylight to search for her." He leaned close to my ear and whispered: "There are many to follow and help you. Al-tan has agreed to aid Du-seen against the Galus of Jor; but there are many of us who have combined to rise against Al-tan and prevent this ruthless desecration of the laws and customs of the Kro-lu and of Caspak. We will rise as Luata has ordained that we shall rise, and only thus. No batu may win to the estate of a Galu by treachery and force of arms while Chal-az lives and may wield a heavy blow and a sharp spear with true Kro-lus at his back!"
"Yes," agreed Chal-az, "you need to leave right away. It’s almost dawn. Du-seen heads out at first light to find her." He leaned in close and whispered in my ear: "Many are here to follow and support you. Al-tan has agreed to help Du-seen against the Galus of Jor; however, many of us are united to stand against Al-tan and stop this brutal violation of the laws and customs of the Kro-lu and of Caspak. We will rise as Luata has commanded us to rise, and only in that way. No batu can achieve the rank of a Galu through deceit and violence while Chal-az is alive and able to deliver a heavy blow and a sharp spear with true Kro-lus at his side!"
"I hope that I may live to aid you," I replied. "If I had my weapons and my ammunition, I could do much. Do you know where they are?" "No," he said, "they have disappeared." And then: "Wait! You cannot go forth half armed, and garbed as you are. You are going into the Galu country, and you must go as a Galu. Come!" And without waiting for a reply, he led me into another apartment, or to be more explicit, another of the several huts which formed his cellular dwelling.
"I hope I can live to help you," I replied. "If I had my weapons and ammo, I could do a lot. Do you know where they are?" "No," he said, "they're gone." And then: "Wait! You can't go out half-armed and dressed like that. You're going into Galu territory, and you need to dress like a Galu. Come!" Without waiting for an answer, he led me into another room, or to be more precise, another one of the several huts that made up his home.
Here was a pile of skins, weapons, and ornaments. "Remove your strange apparel," said Chal-az, "and I will fit you out as a true Galu. I have slain several of them in the raids of my early days as a Kro-lu, and here are their trappings."
Here was a stack of skins, weapons, and decorations. "Take off your weird clothes," said Chal-az, "and I’ll gear you up like a real Galu. I’ve taken down a few of them during the raids in my early days as a Kro-lu, and here are their gear."
I saw the wisdom of his suggestion, and as my clothes were by now so ragged as to but half conceal my nakedness, I had no regrets in laying them aside. Stripped to the skin, I donned the red-deerskin tunic, the leopard-tail, the golden fillet, armlets and leg-ornaments of a Galu, with the belt, scabbard and knife, the shield, spear, bow and arrow and the long rope which I learned now for the first time is the distinctive weapon of the Galu warrior. It is a rawhide rope, not dissimilar to those of the Western plains and cow-camps of my youth. The honda is a golden oval and accurate weight for the throwing of the noose. This heavy honda, Chal-az explained, is used as a weapon, being thrown with great force and accuracy at an enemy and then coiled in for another cast. In hunting and in battle, they use both the noose and the honda. If several warriors surround a single foeman or quarry, they rope it with the noose from several sides; but a single warrior against a lone antagonist will attempt to brain his foe with the metal oval.
I recognized the wisdom in his suggestion, and since my clothes were now so tattered that they barely covered me, I had no regrets about taking them off. Bare-skinned, I put on the red-deerskin tunic, the leopard-tail, the golden headband, the armlets and leg ornaments of a Galu, along with the belt, scabbard and knife, the shield, spear, bow and arrow, and the long rope which I learned for the first time is a signature weapon of the Galu warrior. It’s a rawhide rope, similar to those I used to see in the Western plains and cow camps of my childhood. The honda is a golden oval that serves as an accurate weight for throwing the noose. This heavy honda, Chal-az explained, is used as a weapon, thrown with great force and precision at an enemy before being coiled for another throw. In hunting and combat, they use both the noose and the honda. If several warriors surround a single opponent or target, they rope it from multiple sides; but a single warrior facing off against one enemy will try to knock out his opponent with the metal oval.
I could not have been more pleased with any weapon, short of a rifle, which he could have found for me, since I have been adept with the rope from early childhood; but I must confess that I was less favorably inclined toward my apparel. In so far as the sensation was concerned, I might as well have been entirely naked, so short and light was the tunic. When I asked Chal-az for the Caspakian name for rope, he told me ga, and for the first time I understood the derivation of the word Galu, which means ropeman.
I couldn't have been happier with any weapon, except maybe a rifle, that he could have found for me since I've been skilled with a rope since childhood. However, I have to admit I wasn't as thrilled about my outfit. When it came to how it felt, I might as well have been completely naked because the tunic was so short and light. When I asked Chal-az for the Caspakian word for rope, he told me it was "ga," and for the first time, I understood where the word "Galu" came from, which means ropeman.
Entirely outfitted I would not have known myself, so strange was my garb and my armament. Upon my back were slung my bow, arrows, shield, and short spear; from the center of my girdle depended my knife; at my right hip was my stone hatchet; and at my left hung the coils of my long rope. By reaching my right hand over my left shoulder, I could seize the spear or arrows; my left hand could find my bow over my right shoulder, while a veritable contortionist-act was necessary to place my shield in front of me and upon my left arm. The shield, long and oval, is utilized more as back-armor than as a defense against frontal attack, for the close-set armlets of gold upon the left forearm are principally depended upon to ward off knife, spear, hatchet, or arrow from in front; but against the greater carnivora and the attacks of several human antagonists, the shield is utilized to its best advantage and carried by loops upon the left arm.
I wouldn't have recognized myself at all, my outfit and gear were so strange. On my back, I had my bow, arrows, shield, and short spear; my knife hung from the center of my belt; my stone hatchet was at my right hip; and my long rope was coiled to my left. I could reach over my left shoulder with my right hand to grab the spear or arrows; my left hand could easily find my bow over my right shoulder, though it took some serious contortion to get my shield in front of me and onto my left arm. The shield, which is long and oval, is used more for back protection than for defense against direct attacks, as the closely set gold armlets on my left forearm are mainly relied upon to block weapons coming from the front. However, when facing larger predators or multiple human opponents, I use the shield to its best advantage by carrying it with loops on my left arm.
Fully equipped, except for a blanket, I followed Chal-az from his domicile into the dark and deserted alleys of Kro-lu. Silently we crept along, Nobs silent at heel, toward the nearest portion of the palisade. Here Chal-az bade me farewell, telling me that he hoped to see me soon among the Galus, as he felt that "the call soon would come" to him. I thanked him for his loyal assistance and promised that whether I reached the Galu country or not, I should always stand ready to repay his kindness to me, and that he could count on me in the revolution against Al-tan.
Fully equipped, except for a blanket, I followed Chal-az from his place into the dark and empty alleys of Kro-lu. We quietly made our way, with Nobs silently following behind, toward the nearest part of the palisade. There, Chal-az said goodbye, expressing his hope to see me soon among the Galus, as he felt that “the call would come” for him shortly. I thanked him for his loyal help and promised that whether I made it to the Galu country or not, I would always be ready to repay his kindness to me, and that he could count on me in the fight against Al-tan.
Chapter 7
To run up the inclined surface of the palisade and drop to the ground outside was the work of but a moment, or would have been but for Nobs. I had to put my rope about him after we reached the top, lift him over the sharpened stakes and lower him upon the outside. To find Ajor in the unknown country to the north seemed rather hopeless; yet I could do no less than try, praying in the meanwhile that she would come through unscathed and in safety to her father.
To run up the sloped surface of the fence and drop to the ground outside took just a moment, or it would have if it weren't for Nobs. I had to put my rope around him after we got to the top, lift him over the sharp stakes, and lower him down outside. Finding Ajor in the unfamiliar land to the north felt pretty hopeless; still, I had to at least try, hoping all the while that she would come through unharmed and safely to her father.
As Nobs and I swung along in the growing light of the coming day, I was impressed by the lessening numbers of savage beasts the farther north I traveled. With the decrease among the carnivora, the herbivora increased in quantity, though anywhere in Caspak they are sufficiently plentiful to furnish ample food for the meateaters of each locality. The wild cattle, antelope, deer, and horses I passed showed changes in evolution from their cousins farther south. The kine were smaller and less shaggy, the horses larger. North of the Kro-lu village I saw a small band of the latter of about the size of those of our old Western plains—such as the Indians bred in former days and to a lesser extent even now. They were fat and sleek, and I looked upon them with covetous eyes and with thoughts that any old cow-puncher may well imagine I might entertain after having hoofed it for weeks; but they were wary, scarce permitting me to approach within bow-and-arrow range, much less within roping-distance; yet I still had hopes which I never discarded.
As Nobs and I made our way through the growing light of dawn, I noticed fewer dangerous animals as I traveled further north. With the decrease in carnivores, the number of herbivores increased, though they were plentiful enough throughout Caspak to provide plenty of food for the meat-eaters in the area. The wild cattle, antelope, deer, and horses I encountered showed signs of evolution distinct from their relatives further south. The cattle were smaller and less shaggy, while the horses were larger. North of the Kro-lu village, I spotted a small group of horses about the size of those from our old Western plains—like those the Indians used to breed in the past, and to a lesser extent, still do. They were fat and sleek, and I looked at them with greedy thoughts that any old cowboy would likely have after weeks of traveling on foot; however, they were cautious, barely allowing me to get within bow-and-arrow range, let alone roping distance. Still, I held onto hopes that I never let go of.
Twice before noon we were stalked and charged by man-eaters; but even though I was without firearms, I still had ample protection in Nobs, who evidently had learned something of Caspakian hunt rules under the tutelage of Du-seen or some other Galu, and of course a great deal more by experience. He always was on the alert for dangerous foes, invariably warning me by low growls of the approach of a large carnivorous animal long before I could either see or hear it, and then when the thing appeared, he would run snapping at its heels, drawing the charge away from me until I found safety in some tree; yet never did the wily Nobs take an unnecessary chance of a mauling. He would dart in and away so quickly that not even the lightning-like movements of the great cats could reach him. I have seen him tantalize them thus until they fairly screamed in rage.
Twice before noon, we were hunted down and charged by man-eaters; but even though I didn’t have any weapons, I was well-protected by Nobs, who clearly learned something about Caspakian hunting from Du-seen or another Galu, and a whole lot more from experience. He was always alert for dangerous enemies, consistently warning me with low growls of a large carnivorous animal's approach long before I could see or hear it. When the animal showed up, he would run around, nipping at its heels, drawing its attention away from me until I could find safety in a tree; yet Nobs never took unnecessary risks of getting hurt. He would dart in and out so fast that even the lightning-quick movements of the big cats couldn’t catch him. I’ve watched him tease them like this until they practically screamed with rage.
The greatest inconvenience the hunters caused me was the delay, for they have a nasty habit of keeping one treed for an hour or more if balked in their designs; but at last we came in sight of a line of cliffs running east and west across our path as far as the eye could see in either direction, and I knew that we reached the natural boundary which marks the line between the Kro-lu and Galu countries. The southern face of these cliffs loomed high and forbidding, rising to an altitude of some two hundred feet, sheer and precipitous, without a break that the eye could perceive. How I was to find a crossing I could not guess. Whether to search to the east toward the still loftier barrier-cliffs fronting upon the ocean, or westward in the direction of the inland sea was a question which baffled me. Were there many passes or only one? I had no way of knowing. I could but trust to chance. It never occurred to me that Nobs had made the crossing at least once, possibly a greater number of times, and that he might lead me to the pass; and so it was with no idea of assistance that I appealed to him as a man alone with a dumb brute so often does.
The biggest hassle the hunters caused me was the delay because they have a frustrating tendency to keep someone stuck in place for an hour or more if they hit a snag in their plans. But finally, we spotted a line of cliffs stretching east and west across our path as far as I could see in either direction, and I realized we had reached the natural boundary between the Kro-lu and Galu territories. The southern face of these cliffs appeared tall and intimidating, rising about two hundred feet high, sheer and steep, with no visible breaks. I had no idea how I would find a way across. Should I search to the east toward the even taller cliffs facing the ocean, or westward towards the inland sea? That question left me puzzled. Were there many crossings or just one? I had no way to tell. I could only rely on luck. It never crossed my mind that Nobs had crossed at least once, maybe more, and that he might be able to lead me to the way through; so I found myself appealing to him, like a solitary person would to a loyal but silent companion.
"Nobs," I said, "how the devil are we going to cross those cliffs?"
"Nobs," I said, "how on earth are we going to get across those cliffs?"
I do not say that he understood me, even though I realize that an Airedale is a mighty intelligent dog; but I do swear that he seemed to understand me, for he wheeled about, barking joyously and trotted off toward the west; and when I didn't follow him, he ran back to me barking furiously, and at last taking hold of the calf of my leg in an effort to pull me along in the direction he wished me to go. Now, as my legs were naked and Nobs' jaws are much more powerful than he realizes, I gave in and followed him, for I knew that I might as well go west as east, as far as any knowledge I had of the correct direction went.
I’m not saying that he really understood me, even though I know an Airedale is a super smart dog; but I swear he acted like he understood me. He spun around, barking happily, and trotted off toward the west. When I didn’t follow him, he came running back to me, barking like crazy, and finally grabbed the calf of my leg, trying to pull me in the direction he wanted me to go. Since my legs were bare and Nobs' jaws are a lot stronger than he realizes, I gave in and followed him. I figured it was just as good to go west as it was to go east, considering I had no idea what the right direction was.
We followed the base of the cliffs for a considerable distance. The ground was rolling and tree-dotted and covered with grazing animals, alone, in pairs and in herds—a motley aggregation of the modern and extinct herbivora of the world. A huge woolly mastodon stood swaying to and fro in the shade of a giant fern—a mighty bull with enormous upcurving tusks. Near him grazed an aurochs bull with a cow and a calf, close beside a lone rhinoceros asleep in a dust-hole. Deer, antelope, bison, horses, sheep, and goats were all in sight at the same time, and at a little distance a great megatherium reared up on its huge tail and massive hind feet to tear the leaves from a tall tree. The forgotten past rubbed flanks with the present—while Tom Billings, modern of the moderns, passed in the garb of pre-Glacial man, and before him trotted a creature of a breed scarce sixty years old. Nobs was a parvenu; but it failed to worry him.
We traveled along the base of the cliffs for quite a while. The ground was hilly, dotted with trees and covered with grazing animals—some alone, some in pairs, and others in herds—a mixed collection of both modern and extinct herbivores. A huge woolly mastodon swayed gently in the shade of a giant fern—a massive bull with enormous upward-curving tusks. Nearby, an aurochs bull grazed with a cow and a calf, close to a lone rhinoceros sleeping in a dust hole. Deer, antelope, bison, horses, sheep, and goats were all visible at once, and a bit further away, a giant megatherium stood up on its massive tail and hind feet to reach the leaves of a tall tree. The forgotten past brushed against the present—while Tom Billings, one of the most modern people, walked in the attire of pre-Glacial man, and ahead of him trotted a creature from a breed that was barely sixty years old. Nobs was an upstart; but that didn’t bother him at all.
As we neared the inland sea we saw more flying reptiles and several great amphibians, but none of them attacked us. As we were topping a rise in the middle of the afternoon, I saw something that brought me to a sudden stop. Calling Nobs in a whisper, I cautioned him to silence and kept him at heel while I threw myself flat and watched, from behind a sheltering shrub, a body of warriors approaching the cliff from the south. I could see that they were Galus, and I guessed that Du-seen led them. They had taken a shorter route to the pass and so had overhauled me. I could see them plainly, for they were no great distance away, and saw with relief that Ajor was not with them.
As we got closer to the inland sea, we spotted more flying reptiles and some large amphibians, but none of them attacked us. As we reached the top of a hill in the middle of the afternoon, I saw something that made me stop suddenly. I whispered for Nobs, warned him to be quiet, and kept him by my side while I lay flat and watched, from behind a bush, a group of warriors coming towards the cliff from the south. I recognized them as Galus, and I guessed that Du-seen was leading them. They had taken a shorter route to the pass and had caught up with me. I could see them clearly since they were not far away, and I felt relieved to see that Ajor was not with them.
The cliffs before them were broken and ragged, those coming from the east overlapping the cliffs from the west. Into the defile formed by this overlapping the party filed. I could see them climbing upward for a few minutes, and then they disappeared from view. When the last of them had passed from sight, I rose and bent my steps in the direction of the pass—the same pass toward which Nobs had evidently been leading me. I went warily as I approached it, for fear the party might have halted to rest. If they hadn't halted, I had no fear of being discovered, for I had seen that the Galus marched without point, flankers or rear guard; and when I reached the pass and saw a narrow, one-man trail leading upward at a stiff angle, I wished that I were chief of the Galus for a few weeks. A dozen men could hold off forever in that narrow pass all the hordes which might be brought up from the south; yet there it lay entirely unguarded.
The cliffs in front of them were jagged and broken, with those from the east overlapping the ones from the west. The group made their way into the gap created by this overlap. I watched them climb upward for a few moments before they vanished from sight. Once the last of them had disappeared, I got up and headed toward the pass—the same pass that Nobs had clearly been guiding me toward. I moved cautiously as I neared it, worried that the group might have stopped to rest. If they hadn’t stopped, I wasn’t concerned about being seen, since I had noticed that the Galus marched without a front line, flankers, or a rear guard; and when I reached the pass and spotted a narrow, steep trail leading upward, I wished I could be the chief of the Galus for a few weeks. A dozen men could easily hold off any number of hordes that might come from the south in that narrow pass; yet, it was completely unguarded.
The Galus might be a great people in Caspak; but they were pitifully inefficient in even the simpler forms of military tactics. I was surprised that even a man of the Stone Age should be so lacking in military perspicacity. Du-seen dropped far below par in my estimation as I saw the slovenly formation of his troop as it passed through an enemy country and entered the domain of the chief against whom he had risen in revolt; but Du-seen must have known Jor the chief and known that Jor would not be waiting for him at the pass. Nevertheless he took unwarranted chances. With one squad of a home-guard company I could have conquered Caspak.
The Galus might be a great people in Caspak, but they were incredibly bad at even basic military tactics. I was shocked that even a man from the Stone Age could be so lacking in military insight. Du-seen dropped way below my expectations when I saw the sloppy formation of his troops as they moved through enemy territory and into the land of the chief he had revolted against. Du-seen must have known Jor the chief and realized that Jor wouldn’t be waiting for him at the pass. Still, he took unnecessary risks. With just one squad from a home-defense unit, I could have taken over Caspak.
Nobs and I followed to the summit of the pass, and there we saw the party defiling into the Galu country, the level of which was not, on an average, over fifty feet below the summit of the cliffs and about a hundred and fifty feet above the adjacent Kro-lu domain. Immediately the landscape changed. The trees, the flowers and the shrubs were of a hardier type, and I realized that at night the Galu blanket might be almost a necessity. Acacia and eucalyptus predominated among the trees; yet there were ash and oak and even pine and fir and hemlock. The tree-life was riotous. The forests were dense and peopled by enormous trees. From the summit of the cliff I could see forests rising hundreds of feet above the level upon which I stood, and even at the distance they were from me I realized that the boles were of gigantic size.
Nobs and I made our way to the top of the pass, and there we saw the group marching into Galu territory, which was, on average, about fifty feet below the summit of the cliffs and around a hundred and fifty feet above the nearby Kro-lu area. Right away, the landscape shifted. The trees, flowers, and shrubs were tougher, and I understood that at night, the Galu blanket might be nearly essential. Acacia and eucalyptus dominated among the trees, but there were also ash, oak, and even pine, fir, and hemlock. The tree life was vibrant. The forests were thick and filled with enormous trees. From the top of the cliff, I could see forests rising hundreds of feet above where I stood, and even from that distance, I could tell that the trunks were gigantic.
At last I had come to the Galu country. Though not conceived in Caspak, I had indeed come up cor-sva-jo—from the beginning I had come up through the hideous horrors of the lower Caspakian spheres of evolution, and I could not but feel something of the elation and pride which had filled To-mar and So-al when they realized that the call had come to them and they were about to rise from the estate of Band-lus to that of Kro-lus. I was glad that I was not batu.
At last, I had arrived in the Galu country. Even though I wasn’t born in Caspak, I had indeed come up cor-sva-jo—starting from the horrific depths of the lower Caspakian levels of evolution, and I couldn't help but feel some of the excitement and pride that To-mar and So-al felt when they realized that their time had come and they were about to rise from the status of Band-lus to that of Kro-lus. I was relieved that I wasn’t batu.
But where was Ajor? Though my eyes searched the wide landscape before me, I saw nothing other than the warriors of Du-seen and the beasts of the fields and the forests. Surrounded by forests, I could see wide plains dotting the country as far as the eye could reach; but nowhere was a sign of a small Galu she—the beloved she whom I would have given my right hand to see.
But where was Ajor? Even though I scanned the vast landscape in front of me, I found nothing but the warriors of Du-seen and the animals in the fields and forests. Encircled by woods, I could see large plains stretching across the land as far as the eye could see, but there was no sign of the small Galu she—the beloved woman I would have given my right hand to see.
Nobs and I were hungry; we had not eaten since the preceding night, and below us was game—deer, sheep, anything that a hungry hunter might crave; so down the steep trail we made our way, and then upon my belly with Nobs crouching low behind me, I crawled toward a small herd of red deer feeding at the edge of a plain close beside a forest. There was ample cover, what with solitary trees and dotting bushes so that I found no difficulty in stalking up wind to within fifty feet of my quarry—a large, sleek doe unaccompanied by a fawn. Greatly then did I regret my rifle. Never in my life had I shot an arrow, but I knew how it was done, and fitting the shaft to my string, I aimed carefully and let drive. At the same instant I called to Nobs and leaped to my feet.
Nobs and I were starving; we hadn’t eaten since the night before, and below us was game—deer, sheep, anything a hungry hunter might want. So, we made our way down the steep trail, and then on my belly with Nobs crouched low behind me, I crawled toward a small herd of red deer grazing at the edge of a plain near a forest. There was plenty of cover, with solitary trees and scattered bushes, so I had no trouble sneaking upwind to within fifty feet of my target—a large, sleek doe without a fawn. I really regretted not having my rifle at that moment. I had never shot an arrow in my life, but I knew how it was done. Fitting the arrow to my string, I aimed carefully and let it fly. At the same time, I called to Nobs and jumped to my feet.
The arrow caught the doe full in the side, and in the same moment Nobs was after her. She turned to flee with the two of us pursuing her, Nobs with his great fangs bared and I with my short spear poised for a cast. The balance of the herd sprang quickly away; but the hurt doe lagged, and in a moment Nobs was beside her and had leaped at her throat. He had her down when I came up, and I finished her with my spear. It didn't take me long to have a fire going and a steak broiling, and while I was preparing for my own feast, Nobs was filling himself with raw venison. Never have I enjoyed a meal so heartily.
The arrow hit the doe right in the side, and at that moment, Nobs was after her. She turned to run with the two of us chasing her—Nobs with his strong teeth bared and me with my short spear ready to throw. The rest of the herd quickly darted away, but the injured doe fell behind. In no time, Nobs was beside her and jumped at her throat. He had her down by the time I got there, and I finished her off with my spear. It didn't take me long to get a fire going and start cooking a steak, and while I was getting ready for my own meal, Nobs was devouring raw venison. I’ve never enjoyed a meal so much.
For two days I searched fruitlessly back and forth from the inland sea almost to the barrier cliffs for some trace of Ajor, and always I trended northward; but I saw no sign of any human being, not even the band of Galu warriors under Du-seen; and then I commenced to have misgivings. Had Chal-az spoken the truth to me when he said that Ajor had quit the village of the Kro-lu? Might he not have been acting upon the orders of Al-tan, in whose savage bosom might have lurked some small spark of shame that he had attempted to do to death one who had befriended a Kro-lu warrior—a guest who had brought no harm upon the Kro-lu race—and thus have sent me out upon a fruitless mission in the hope that the wild beasts would do what Al-tan hesitated to do? I did not know; but the more I thought upon it, the more convinced I became that Ajor had not quitted the Kro-lu village; but if not, what had brought Du-seen forth without her? There was a puzzler, and once again I was all at sea.
For two days, I searched in vain back and forth from the inland sea almost to the barrier cliffs for any sign of Ajor, always heading north; but I saw no sign of any person, not even the group of Galu warriors led by Du-seen. That’s when I started to worry. Had Chal-az been honest when he told me that Ajor had left the Kro-lu village? Could he have been following Al-tan's orders, who might have felt a twinge of shame for trying to kill someone who had helped a Kro-lu warrior—a guest who meant no harm to the Kro-lu race? Perhaps Al-tan had sent me out on a useless mission, hoping the wild animals would do what he wouldn't. I wasn’t sure, but the more I thought about it, the more I believed that Ajor hadn’t actually left the Kro-lu village. But if that was the case, what had caused Du-seen to come out without her? That was a mystery, and once again, I felt completely lost.
On the second day of my experience of the Galu country I came upon a bunch of as magnificent horses as it has ever been my lot to see. They were dark bays with blazed faces and perfect surcingles of white about their barrels. Their forelegs were white to the knees. In height they stood almost sixteen hands, the mares being a trifle smaller than the stallions, of which there were three or four in this band of a hundred, which comprised many colts and half-grown horses. Their markings were almost identical, indicating a purity of strain that might have persisted since long ages ago. If I had coveted one of the little ponies of the Kro-lu country, imagine my state of mind when I came upon these magnificent creatures! No sooner had I espied them than I determined to possess one of them; nor did it take me long to select a beautiful young stallion—a four-year-old, I guessed him.
On the second day of my time in the Galu country, I stumbled across a group of beautiful horses like I had never seen before. They were dark bays with striking blazed faces and perfect white markings around their bodies. Their forelegs were white up to the knees. They were nearly sixteen hands tall, with the mares being slightly smaller than the stallions, of which there were three or four in this herd of a hundred that included many colts and young horses. Their markings were almost identical, suggesting a pure lineage that had likely been around for ages. If I had desired one of the small ponies from the Kro-lu country, you can imagine how I felt when I found these stunning creatures! As soon as I laid eyes on them, I decided I had to have one; it didn’t take me long to choose a gorgeous young stallion—I guessed he was about four years old.
The horses were grazing close to the edge of the forest in which Nobs and I were concealed, while the ground between us and them was dotted with clumps of flowering brush which offered perfect concealment. The stallion of my choice grazed with a filly and two yearlings a little apart from the balance of the herd and nearest to the forest and to me. At my whispered "Charge!" Nobs flattened himself to the ground, and I knew that he would not again move until I called him, unless danger threatened me from the rear. Carefully I crept forward toward my unsuspecting quarry, coming undetected to the concealment of a bush not more than twenty feet from him. Here I quietly arranged my noose, spreading it flat and open upon the ground.
The horses were grazing near the edge of the forest where Nobs and I were hiding, while the ground between us and them was scattered with patches of flowering bushes that provided perfect cover. The stallion I wanted was grazing with a filly and two yearlings a bit away from the rest of the herd, closest to the forest and me. At my whispered "Charge!" Nobs flattened himself to the ground, and I knew he wouldn’t move again until I called him, unless danger approached from behind. Carefully, I crept forward toward my unsuspecting target, stealthily reaching a bush that was no more than twenty feet away from him. Here, I quietly set up my noose, spreading it flat and open on the ground.
To step to one side of the bush and throw directly from the ground, which is the style I am best in, would take but an instant, and in that instant the stallion would doubtless be under way at top speed in the opposite direction. Then he would have to wheel about when I surprised him, and in doing so, he would most certainly rise slightly upon his hind feet and throw up his head, presenting a perfect target for my noose as he pivoted.
To move to the side of the bush and throw from the ground, which is the style I'm best at, would only take a moment, and during that moment, the stallion would definitely take off running at full speed in the opposite direction. Then he would have to turn around when I surprised him, and while doing so, he would likely rear up a bit on his hind legs and lift his head, making a perfect target for my lasso as he turned.
Yes, I had it beautifully worked out, and I waited until he should turn in my direction. At last it became evident that he was doing so, when apparently without cause, the filly raised her head, neighed and started off at a trot in the opposite direction, immediately followed, of course, by the colts and my stallion. It looked for a moment as though my last hope was blasted; but presently their fright, if fright it was, passed, and they resumed grazing again a hundred yards farther on. This time there was no bush within fifty feet of them, and I was at a loss as to how to get within safe roping-distance. Anywhere under forty feet I am an excellent roper, at fifty feet I am fair; but over that I knew it would be a matter of luck if I succeeded in getting my noose about that beautiful arched neck.
Yes, I had everything perfectly planned, and I waited for him to turn in my direction. Finally, it was clear he was doing just that when, seemingly for no reason, the filly lifted her head, neighed, and trotted off in the opposite direction, immediately followed by the colts and my stallion. For a moment, it seemed like my last hope was gone; but soon their fright, if it was fright, faded away, and they went back to grazing a hundred yards away. This time, there wasn’t a bush within fifty feet of them, and I was puzzled about how to get within a safe roping distance. Anywhere under forty feet, I’m an excellent roper; at fifty feet, I’m decent; but beyond that, I knew it would just be luck if I managed to get my noose around that beautiful arched neck.
As I stood debating the question in my mind, I was almost upon the point of making the attempt at the long throw. I had plenty of rope, this Galu weapon being fully sixty feet long. How I wished for the collies from the ranch! At a word they would have circled this little bunch and driven it straight down to me; and then it flashed into my mind that Nobs had run with those collies all one summer, that he had gone down to the pasture with them after the cows every evening and done his part in driving them back to the milking-barn, and had done it intelligently; but Nobs had never done the thing alone, and it had been a year since he had done it at all. However, the chances were more in favor of my foozling the long throw than that Nobs would fall down in his part if I gave him the chance.
As I stood there weighing the question in my head, I was just about ready to try the long throw. I had plenty of rope; this Galu weapon was a full sixty feet long. How I wished I had the ranch collies with me! With just a command, they would have surrounded this small group and driven them right to me. Then it hit me that Nobs had spent an entire summer running with those collies, going down to the pasture with them every evening to round up the cows, and he had done it well. But Nobs had never done it alone, and it had been a year since he had done it at all. Still, the odds were better that I would mess up the long throw than that Nobs would fail if I gave him the chance.
Having come to a decision, I had to creep back to Nobs and get him, and then with him at my heels return to a large bush near the four horses. Here we could see directly through the bush, and pointing the animals out to Nobs I whispered: "Fetch 'em, boy!"
Having made a decision, I had to sneak back to Nobs and get him, and then, with him following me, return to a big bush near the four horses. From there, we could see right through the bush, and I pointed out the animals to Nobs and whispered, "Get them, boy!"
In an instant he was gone, circling wide toward the rear of the quarry. They caught sight of him almost immediately and broke into a trot away from him; but when they saw that he was apparently giving them a wide berth they stopped again, though they stood watching him, with high-held heads and quivering nostrils. It was a beautiful sight. And then Nobs turned in behind them and trotted slowly back toward me. He did not bark, nor come rushing down upon them, and when he had come closer to them, he proceeded at a walk. The splendid creatures seemed more curious than fearful, making no effort to escape until Nobs was quite close to them; then they trotted slowly away, but at right angles.
In an instant, he disappeared, circling wide toward the back of the quarry. They spotted him almost immediately and broke into a trot away from him; but when they realized he was giving them plenty of space, they stopped again, still watching him with their heads held high and nostrils twitching. It was a beautiful sight. Then Nobs turned in behind them and trotted slowly back toward me. He didn’t bark or come rushing at them, and when he got closer, he continued at a walk. The magnificent animals seemed more curious than scared, making no attempt to run away until Nobs was quite close to them; then they trotted slowly off, but at right angles.
And now the fun and trouble commenced. Nobs, of course, attempted to turn them, and he seemed to have selected the stallion to work upon, for he paid no attention to the others, having intelligence enough to know that a lone dog could run his legs off before he could round up four horses that didn't wish to be rounded up. The stallion, however, had notions of his own about being headed, and the result was as pretty a race as one would care to see. Gad, how that horse could run! He seemed to flatten out and shoot through the air with the very minimum of exertion, and at his forefoot ran Nobs, doing his best to turn him. He was barking now, and twice he leaped high against the stallion's flank; but this cost too much effort and always lost him ground, as each time he was hurled heels over head by the impact; yet before they disappeared over a rise in the ground I was sure that Nobs' persistence was bearing fruit; it seemed to me that the horse was giving way a trifle to the right. Nobs was between him and the main herd, to which the yearling and filly had already fled.
And now the fun and trouble began. Nobs, of course, tried to herd them, and it looked like he focused on the stallion, ignoring the others. He was smart enough to know that a single dog could wear himself out trying to round up four horses that didn’t want to be rounded up. The stallion, however, had his own ideas about being herded, and the result was a race as exciting as you could imagine. Wow, that horse could run! He seemed to stretch out and soar through the air with hardly any effort, while Nobs was running after him, doing his best to turn him. He was barking now, and twice he jumped high against the stallion's side; but that took too much effort and always lost him ground, as he was tossed heels over head by the impact each time. Yet, before they disappeared over a rise, I was sure that Nobs' determination was paying off; it seemed to me that the horse was yielding just a bit to the right. Nobs was positioned between him and the main herd, which the yearling and filly had already escaped to.
As I stood waiting for Nobs' return, I could not but speculate upon my chances should I be attacked by some formidable beast. I was some distance from the forest and armed with weapons in the use of which I was quite untrained, though I had practiced some with the spear since leaving the Kro-lu country. I must admit that my thoughts were not pleasant ones, verging almost upon cowardice, until I chanced to think of little Ajor alone in this same land and armed only with a knife! I was immediately filled with shame; but in thinking the matter over since, I have come to the conclusion that my state of mind was influenced largely by my approximate nakedness. If you have never wandered about in broad daylight garbed in a bit of red-deer skin in inadequate length, you can have no conception of the sensation of futility that overwhelms one. Clothes, to a man accustomed to wearing clothes, impart a certain self-confidence; lack of them induces panic.
As I stood waiting for Nobs to come back, I couldn’t help but think about what would happen if a wild beast attacked me. I was quite far from the forest and armed with weapons I didn’t know how to use very well, though I had practiced with a spear a bit since leaving the Kro-lu country. I have to admit, my thoughts were not pleasant at all, almost leaning towards cowardice, until I remembered little Ajor, also alone in this same place and armed with just a knife! I suddenly felt a wave of shame; but after thinking it over, I realized that my mindset was mostly influenced by my near nudity. If you’ve never wandered around in broad daylight wearing just a small piece of red-deer skin that barely covers you, you can’t really understand the overwhelming feeling of helplessness that hits you. For someone used to wearing clothes, clothing brings a certain confidence; without it, panic sets in.
But no beast attacked me, though I saw several menacing forms passing through the dark aisles of the forest. At last I commenced to worry over Nobs' protracted absence and to fear that something had befallen him. I was coiling my rope to start out in search of him, when I saw the stallion leap into view at almost the same spot behind which he had disappeared, and at his heels ran Nobs. Neither was running so fast or furiously as when last I had seen them.
But no animal attacked me, even though I saw several threatening shapes moving through the dark paths of the forest. Finally, I started to worry about Nobs' long absence and feared that something had happened to him. I was coiling my rope to head out and find him when I saw the stallion appear almost at the same spot where he'd vanished, and right behind him was Nobs. Neither of them was running as fast or as frantically as when I had last seen them.
The horse, as he approached me, I could see was laboring hard; yet he kept gamely to his task, and Nobs, too. The splendid fellow was driving the quarry straight toward me. I crouched behind my bush and laid my noose in readiness to throw. As the two approached my hiding-place, Nobs reduced his speed, and the stallion, evidently only too glad of the respite, dropped into a trot. It was at this gait that he passed me; my rope-hand flew forward; the honda, well down, held the noose open, and the beautiful bay fairly ran his head into it.
The horse came closer, and I could see he was really working hard; still, he kept pushing through like a champ, and so did Nobs. The amazing guy was driving the prey right towards me. I crouched behind my bush and got my noose ready to throw. As they got closer to my hiding spot, Nobs slowed down, and the stallion, clearly grateful for the break, shifted into a trot. It was at this pace that he passed me; my rope-hand shot forward; the honda, low down, kept the noose open, and the beautiful bay just ran his head right into it.
Instantly he wheeled to dash off at right angles. I braced myself with the rope around my hip and brought him to a sudden stand. Rearing and struggling, he fought for his liberty while Nobs, panting and with lolling tongue, came and threw himself down near me. He seemed to know that his work was done and that he had earned his rest. The stallion was pretty well spent, and after a few minutes of struggling he stood with feet far spread, nostrils dilated and eyes wide, watching me as I edged toward him, taking in the slack of the rope as I advanced. A dozen times he reared and tried to break away; but always I spoke soothingly to him and after an hour of effort I succeeded in reaching his head and stroking his muzzle. Then I gathered a handful of grass and offered it to him, and always I talked to him in a quiet and reassuring voice.
Instinctively, he turned to bolt off at a sharp angle. I steadied myself with the rope around my waist and brought him to a sudden stop. Rearing and thrashing, he fought for his freedom while Nobs, panting and with his tongue hanging out, came over and flopped down next to me. He seemed to know his job was done and that he had earned his break. The stallion was pretty exhausted, and after a few minutes of struggling, he stood with his legs spread wide, nostrils flared and eyes wide, watching me as I moved closer, taking in the slack of the rope. He reared up and tried to escape a dozen times, but I kept speaking to him calmly, and after an hour of effort, I managed to reach his head and stroke his muzzle. Then I gathered a handful of grass and offered it to him, always talking to him in a soft and reassuring voice.
I had expected a battle royal; but on the contrary I found his taming a matter of comparative ease. Though wild, he was gentle to a degree, and of such remarkable intelligence that he soon discovered that I had no intention of harming him. After that, all was easy. Before that day was done, I had taught him to lead and to stand while I stroked his head and flanks, and to eat from my hand, and had the satisfaction of seeing the light of fear die in his large, intelligent eyes.
I had expected a huge struggle, but surprisingly, I found that taming him was relatively easy. Although he was wild, he was surprisingly gentle and had such amazing intelligence that he quickly realized I wasn’t going to hurt him. After that, everything went smoothly. By the end of the day, I had taught him to walk alongside me, to stand still while I petted his head and sides, and to eat from my hand. I was satisfied to see the light of fear fade from his large, intelligent eyes.
The following day I fashioned a hackamore from a piece which I cut from the end of my long Galu rope, and then I mounted him fully prepared for a struggle of titanic proportions in which I was none too sure that he would not come off victor; but he never made the slightest effort to unseat me, and from then on his education was rapid. No horse ever learned more quickly the meaning of the rein and the pressure of the knees. I think he soon learned to love me, and I know that I loved him; while he and Nobs were the best of pals. I called him Ace. I had a friend who was once in the French flying-corps, and when Ace let himself out, he certainly flew.
The next day, I made a hackamore by cutting a piece from the end of my long Galu rope, and then I got on him, ready for what felt like a huge struggle, unsure if he might win. But he didn’t try to throw me off at all, and from that moment, he learned quickly. No horse ever grasped the meaning of the reins and the pressure of my knees faster. I think he soon came to love me, and I know I loved him; he and Nobs were the best of friends. I named him Ace. I had a friend who was once in the French flying corps, and when Ace took off, he definitely flew.
I cannot explain to you, nor can you understand, unless you too are a horseman, the exhilarating feeling of well-being which pervaded me from the moment that I commenced riding Ace. I was a new man, imbued with a sense of superiority that led me to feel that I could go forth and conquer all Caspak single-handed. Now, when I needed meat, I ran it down on Ace and roped it, and when some great beast with which we could not cope threatened us, we galloped away to safety; but for the most part the creatures we met looked upon us in terror, for Ace and I in combination presented a new and unusual beast beyond their experience and ken.
I can't explain it to you, and you won't understand unless you're a horseman too, but the incredible sense of well-being I felt the moment I started riding Ace was amazing. I felt like a new man, filled with a sense of superiority that made me think I could go out and conquer all of Caspak by myself. Now, when I needed meat, I chased it down on Ace and caught it with a rope. And when some huge creature we couldn't handle threatened us, we just galloped away to safety. Most of the time, the animals we encountered looked at us in fear because Ace and I together were something completely new and strange to them.
For five days I rode back and forth across the southern end of the Galu country without seeing a human being; yet all the time I was working slowly toward the north, for I had determined to comb the territory thoroughly in search of Ajor; but on the fifth day as I emerged from a forest, I saw some distance ahead of me a single small figure pursued by many others. Instantly I recognized the quarry as Ajor. The entire party was fully a mile away from me, and they were crossing my path at right angles, Ajor a few hundred yards in advance of those who followed her. One of her pursuers was far in advance of the others, and was gaining upon her rapidly. With a word and a pressure of the knees I sent Ace leaping out into the open, and with Nobs running close alongside, we raced toward her.
For five days, I rode back and forth across the southern part of the Galu country without seeing anyone; yet all the while, I was moving slowly north because I was determined to thoroughly search the area for Ajor. On the fifth day, as I came out of a forest, I spotted a small figure in the distance being chased by several others. I instantly recognized that it was Ajor. The whole group was about a mile away from me, crossing my path at a right angle, with Ajor a few hundred yards ahead of her pursuers. One of them was way ahead of the others and was closing in on her quickly. With a word and a squeeze of my knees, I urged Ace to leap out into the open, and with Nobs running closely beside us, we raced toward her.
At first none of them saw us; but as we neared Ajor, the pack behind the foremost pursuer discovered us and set up such a howl as I never before have heard. They were all Galus, and I soon recognized the foremost as Du-seen. He was almost upon Ajor now, and with a sense of terror such as I had never before experienced, I saw that he ran with his knife in his hand, and that his intention was to slay rather than capture. I could not understand it, but I could only urge Ace to greater speed, and most nobly did the wondrous creature respond to my demands. If ever a four-footed creature approximated flying, it was Ace that day.
At first, none of them noticed us; but as we got closer to Ajor, the pack behind the leading pursuer spotted us and let out a howl like I had never heard before. They were all Galus, and I quickly recognized the leader as Du-seen. He was almost on Ajor now, and with a sense of dread I had never felt before, I saw that he was running with a knife in his hand, clearly intent on killing instead of capturing. I couldn't make sense of it, so I just urged Ace to go faster, and the amazing creature responded beautifully to my demands. If any four-legged animal ever came close to flying, it was Ace that day.
Du-seen, intent upon his brutal design, had as yet not noticed us. He was within a pace of Ajor when Ace and I dashed between them, and I, leaning down to the left, swept my little barbarian into the hollow of an arm and up on the withers of my glorious Ace. We had snatched her from the very clutches of Du-seen, who halted, mystified and raging. Ajor, too, was mystified, as we had come up from diagonally behind her so that she had no idea that we were near until she was swung to Ace's back. The little savage turned with drawn knife to stab me, thinking that I was some new enemy, when her eyes found my face and she recognized me. With a little sob she threw her arms about my neck, gasping: "My Tom! My Tom!"
Du-seen, focused on his violent plan, hadn’t noticed us yet. He was just a step away from Ajor when Ace and I rushed between them, and I, leaning to the left, scooped my little barbarian into my arms and lifted her onto the strong back of my glorious Ace. We had rescued her from the very grip of Du-seen, who stopped, confused and furious. Ajor was also baffled, as we had approached from diagonally behind her, so she didn’t realize we were close until I swung her up onto Ace’s back. The little warrior turned with her knife drawn, ready to strike me, thinking I was some new enemy, when she saw my face and recognized me. With a small sob, she wrapped her arms around my neck, gasping: "My Tom! My Tom!"
And then Ace sank suddenly into thick mud to his belly, and Ajor and I were thrown far over his head. He had run into one of those numerous springs which cover Caspak. Sometimes they are little lakes, again but tiny pools, and often mere quagmires of mud, as was this one overgrown with lush grasses which effectually hid its treacherous identity. It is a wonder that Ace did not break a leg, so fast he was going when he fell; but he didn't, though with four good legs he was unable to wallow from the mire. Ajor and I had sprawled face down in the covering grasses and so had not sunk deeply; but when we tried to rise, we found that there was not footing, and presently we saw that Du-seen and his followers were coming down upon us. There was no escape. It was evident that we were doomed.
And then Ace suddenly sank into thick mud up to his belly, and Ajor and I were thrown far over his head. He had run into one of those many springs that cover Caspak. Sometimes they are small lakes, other times just tiny pools, and often they are nothing but muddy quagmires, like this one, which was overgrown with lush grasses that effectively concealed its deceptive nature. It's a wonder that Ace didn't break a leg, considering how fast he was going when he fell; but he didn't, even though with four strong legs he couldn't get himself out of the muck. Ajor and I had sprawled face down in the grasses and hadn’t sunk too deeply; but when we tried to get up, we found that there was no solid ground, and soon we saw that Du-seen and his followers were coming down on us. There was no way out. It was clear that we were doomed.
"Slay me!" begged Ajor. "Let me die at thy loved hands rather than beneath the knife of this hateful thing, for he will kill me. He has sworn to kill me. Last night he captured me, and when later he would have his way with me, I struck him with my fists and with my knife I stabbed him, and then I escaped, leaving him raging in pain and thwarted desire. Today they searched for me and found me; and as I fled, Du-seen ran after me crying that he would slay me. Kill me, my Tom, and then fall upon thine own spear, for they will kill you horribly if they take you alive."
"Kill me!" Ajor pleaded. "Let me die by your beloved hands instead of that awful creature's knife, because he will definitely kill me. He has sworn to do it. Last night, he captured me, and when he tried to take advantage of me later, I fought back with my fists and stabbed him with my knife, then I escaped, leaving him furious and frustrated. Today, they searched for me and found me; as I ran away, Du-seen chased after me, shouting that he would kill me. End my life, my Tom, and then take your own spear, because they will brutally kill you if they catch you alive."
I couldn't kill her—not at least until the last moment; and I told her so, and that I loved her, and that until death came, I would live and fight for her.
I couldn't bring myself to kill her—not until the very last moment; and I told her that, along with how much I loved her, and that as long as I lived, I would fight for her until death.
Nobs had followed us into the bog and had done fairly well at first, but when he neared us he too sank to his belly and could only flounder about. We were in this predicament when Du-seen and his followers approached the edge of the horrible swamp. I saw that Al-tan was with him and many other Kro-lu warriors. The alliance against Jor the chief had, therefore, been consummated, and this horde was already marching upon the Galu city. I sighed as I thought how close I had been to saving not only Ajor but her father and his people from defeat and death.
Nobs had followed us into the swamp and had done pretty well at first, but when he got close to us, he sank down and could only thrash around. We were stuck in this situation when Du-seen and his crew reached the edge of the nasty swamp. I noticed that Al-tan was with him along with many other Kro-lu warriors. The alliance against Jor the chief had clearly been completed, and this group was already heading toward the Galu city. I sighed as I thought about how close I had come to saving not just Ajor but also her father and his people from defeat and death.
Beyond the swamp was a dense wood. Could we have reached this, we would have been safe; but it might as well have been a hundred miles away as a hundred yards across that hidden lake of sticky mud. Upon the edge of the swamp Du-seen and his horde halted to revile us. They could not reach us with their hands; but at a command from Du-seen they fitted arrows to their bows, and I saw that the end had come. Ajor huddled close to me, and I took her in my arms. "I love you, Tom," she said, "only you." Tears came to my eyes then, not tears of self-pity for my predicament, but tears from a heart filled with a great love—a heart that sees the sun of its life and its love setting even as it rises.
Beyond the swamp was a dense forest. If we could have reached it, we would have been safe; but it might as well have been a hundred miles away instead of just a hundred yards across that hidden lake of sticky mud. At the edge of the swamp, Du-seen and his gang stopped to taunt us. They couldn't reach us with their hands, but at Du-seen's command, they nocked arrows to their bows, and I knew the end was near. Ajor huddled close to me, and I wrapped my arms around her. "I love you, Tom," she said, "only you." Tears filled my eyes, not tears of self-pity for my situation, but tears from a heart overflowing with love—a heart that watches the sun of its life and love sinking even as it rises.
The renegade Galus and their Kro-lu allies stood waiting for the word from Du-seen that would launch that barbed avalanche of death upon us, when there broke from the wood beyond the swamp the sweetest music that ever fell upon the ears of man—the sharp staccato of at least two score rifles fired rapidly at will. Down went the Galu and Kro-lu warriors like tenpins before that deadly fusillade.
The rebel Galus and their Kro-lu allies waited for the signal from Du-seen to unleash a deadly attack on us when suddenly, from the woods beyond the swamp, we heard the most beautiful sound—at least forty rifles firing rapidly. The Galu and Kro-lu warriors fell like bowling pins under that lethal barrage.
What could it mean? To me it meant but one thing, and that was that Hollis and Short and the others had scaled the cliffs and made their way north to the Galu country upon the opposite side of the island in time to save Ajor and me from almost certain death. I didn't have to have an introduction to them to know that the men who held those rifles were the men of my own party; and when, a few minutes later, they came forth from their concealment, my eyes verified my hopes. There they were, every man-jack of them; and with them were a thousand straight, sleek warriors of the Galu race; and ahead of the others came two men in the garb of Galus. Each was tall and straight and wonderfully muscled; yet they differed as Ace might differ from a perfect specimen of another species. As they approached the mire, Ajor held forth her arms and cried, "Jor, my chief! My father!" and the elder of the two rushed in knee-deep to rescue her, and then the other came close and looked into my face, and his eyes went wide, and mine too, and I cried: "Bowen! For heaven's sake, Bowen Tyler!"
What could it mean? To me, it meant only one thing: that Hollis, Short, and the others had climbed the cliffs and made their way north to the Galu territory on the other side of the island in time to save Ajor and me from almost certain death. I didn't need an introduction to know that the men with those rifles were part of my group; and when, a few minutes later, they emerged from their hiding spots, my eyes confirmed my hopes. There they were, every single one of them; and with them were a thousand tall, sleek warriors of the Galu race; leading the others were two men dressed as Galus. Each was tall, straight, and incredibly fit; yet they were different, much like Ace might differ from a perfect specimen of another species. As they approached the swamp, Ajor stretched out her arms and yelled, "Jor, my chief! My father!" and the older of the two rushed in knee-deep to save her, then the other came close and looked into my face, his eyes widened just like mine as I shouted: "Bowen! For heaven's sake, Bowen Tyler!"
It was he. My search was ended. Around me were all my company and the man we had searched a new world to find. They cut saplings from the forest and laid a road into the swamp before they could get us all out, and then we marched back to the city of Jor the Galu chief, and there was great rejoicing when Ajor came home again mounted upon the glossy back of the stallion Ace.
It was him. My search was over. All my companions were around me, along with the man we had ventured into a new world to find. They chopped down saplings from the forest and created a path through the swamp to help us all get out, and then we marched back to the city of Jor, the Galu chief. There was a huge celebration when Ajor returned, riding on the shiny back of the stallion Ace.
Tyler and Hollis and Short and all the rest of us Americans nearly worked our jaws loose on the march back to the village, and for days afterward we kept it up. They told me how they had crossed the barrier cliffs in five days, working twenty-four hours a day in three eight-hour shifts with two reliefs to each shift alternating half-hourly. Two men with electric drills driven from the dynamos aboard the Toreador drilled two holes four feet apart in the face of the cliff and in the same horizontal planes. The holes slanted slightly downward. Into these holes the iron rods brought as a part of our equipment and for just this purpose were inserted, extending about a foot beyond the face of the rock, across these two rods a plank was laid, and then the next shift, mounting to the new level, bored two more holes five feet above the new platform, and so on.
Tyler, Hollis, Short, and the rest of us Americans nearly worked our jaws loose on the walk back to the village, and for days afterward, we kept it up. They told me how they had crossed the barrier cliffs in five days, working twenty-four hours a day in three eight-hour shifts with two reliefs for each shift, alternating half-hourly. Two guys with electric drills powered by the dynamos aboard the Toreador drilled two holes four feet apart in the cliff face and in the same horizontal planes. The holes slanted slightly downward. Into these holes, the iron rods brought as part of our equipment and meant for this purpose were inserted, extending about a foot beyond the surface of the rock. A plank was laid across these two rods, and then the next shift, climbing up to the new level, drilled two more holes five feet above the new platform, and so on.
During the nights the searchlights from the Toreador were kept playing upon the cliff at the point where the drills were working, and at the rate of ten feet an hour the summit was reached upon the fifth day. Ropes were lowered, blocks lashed to trees at the top, and crude elevators rigged, so that by the night of the fifth day the entire party, with the exception of the few men needed to man the Toreador, were within Caspak with an abundance of arms, ammunition and equipment.
During the nights, the searchlights from the Toreador shone on the cliff where the drills were working, and after five days at a pace of ten feet an hour, they reached the summit. They lowered ropes, tied blocks to trees at the top, and set up makeshift elevators, so by the night of the fifth day, everyone except for a few men needed to operate the Toreador was inside Caspak, equipped with plenty of weapons, ammunition, and gear.
From then on, they fought their way north in search of me, after a vain and perilous effort to enter the hideous reptile-infested country to the south. Owing to the number of guns among them, they had not lost a man; but their path was strewn with the dead creatures they had been forced to slay to win their way to the north end of the island, where they had found Bowen and his bride among the Galus of Jor.
From that point on, they made their way north looking for me, after a pointless and dangerous attempt to enter the horrible, reptile-filled land to the south. Because they had so many guns, they hadn’t lost anyone; but their path was littered with the dead animals they had to kill to reach the northern part of the island, where they found Bowen and his bride among the Galus of Jor.
The reunion between Bowen and Nobs was marked by a frantic display upon Nobs' part, which almost stripped Bowen of the scanty attire that the Galu custom had vouchsafed him. When we arrived at the Galu city, Lys La Rue was waiting to welcome us. She was Mrs. Tyler now, as the master of the Toreador had married them the very day that the search-party had found them, though neither Lys nor Bowen would admit that any civil or religious ceremony could have rendered more sacred the bonds with which God had united them.
The reunion between Bowen and Nobs was filled with a wild display from Nobs, almost pulling off the little clothing that the Galu customs had given Bowen. When we got to the Galu city, Lys La Rue was there to greet us. She was now Mrs. Tyler, since the captain of the Toreador had married them the very day the search party found them, although neither Lys nor Bowen would acknowledge that any civil or religious ceremony could have made their bond, which God had established, any more sacred.
Neither Bowen nor the party from the Toreador had seen any sign of Bradley and his party. They had been so long lost now that any hopes for them must be definitely abandoned. The Galus had heard rumors of them, as had the Western Kro-lu and Band-lu; but none had seen aught of them since they had left Fort Dinosaur months since.
Neither Bowen nor the crew from the Toreador had seen any sign of Bradley and his group. They had been missing for so long now that all hope for them had to be completely given up. The Galus had heard rumors about them, just like the Western Kro-lu and Band-lu; but none had seen anything of them since they left Fort Dinosaur months ago.
We rested in Jor's village for a fortnight while we prepared for the southward journey to the point where the Toreador was to lie off shore in wait for us. During these two weeks Chal-az came up from the Kro-lu country, now a full-fledged Galu. He told us that the remnants of Al-tan's party had been slain when they attempted to re-enter Kro-lu. Chal-az had been made chief, and when he rose, had left the tribe under a new leader whom all respected.
We stayed in Jor's village for two weeks while we got ready for the trip south to where the Toreador would be waiting for us offshore. During this time, Chal-az came up from the Kro-lu area, now a full-fledged Galu. He informed us that the remaining members of Al-tan's group had been killed when they tried to re-enter Kro-lu. Chal-az had become the chief and, upon rising to the position, left the tribe under a new leader whom everyone respected.
Nobs stuck close to Bowen; but Ace and Ajor and I went out upon many long rides through the beautiful north Galu country. Chal-az had brought my arms and ammunition up from Kro-lu with him; but my clothes were gone; nor did I miss them once I became accustomed to the free attire of the Galu.
Nobs stayed close to Bowen, but Ace, Ajor, and I went on many long rides through the beautiful northern Galu region. Chal-az had brought my weapons and ammo up from Kro-lu with him, but my clothes were gone; I didn't even notice their absence once I got used to the comfortable clothing of the Galu.
At last came the time for our departure; upon the following morning we were to set out toward the south and the Toreador and dear old California. I had asked Ajor to go with us; but Jor her father had refused to listen to the suggestion. No pleas could swerve him from his decision: Ajor, the cos-ata-lo, from whom might spring a new and greater Caspakian race, could not be spared. I might have any other she among the Galus; but Ajor—no!
At last, the time for us to leave arrived; the next morning, we were set to head south toward the Toreador and beloved California. I had asked Ajor to join us, but her father, Jor, refused to consider it. No amount of pleading could change his mind: Ajor, the cos-ata-lo, who might be the beginning of a new and greater Caspakian race, couldn't be let go. I could have any other girl among the Galus, but not Ajor!
The poor child was heartbroken; and as for me, I was slowly realizing the hold that Ajor had upon my heart and wondered how I should get along without her. As I held her in my arms that last night, I tried to imagine what life would be like without her, for at last there had come to me the realization that I loved her—loved my little barbarian; and as I finally tore myself away and went to my own hut to snatch a few hours' sleep before we set off upon our long journey on the morrow, I consoled myself with the thought that time would heal the wound and that back in my native land I should find a mate who would be all and more to me than little Ajor could ever be—a woman of my own race and my own culture.
The poor child was heartbroken, and for me, I was slowly realizing how much Ajor meant to my heart and wondering how I would manage without her. As I held her in my arms that last night, I tried to picture what life would be like without her, for I finally understood that I loved her—loved my little barbarian. When I finally pulled away and went to my own hut to grab a few hours of sleep before we set off on our long journey the next day, I comforted myself with the thought that time would heal the wound and that back in my home country, I would find a partner who would be everything and more than little Ajor could ever be—a woman of my own race and culture.
Morning came more quickly than I could have wished. I rose and breakfasted, but saw nothing of Ajor. It was best, I thought, that I go thus without the harrowing pangs of a last farewell. The party formed for the march, an escort of Galu warriors ready to accompany us. I could not even bear to go to Ace's corral and bid him farewell. The night before, I had given him to Ajor, and now in my mind the two seemed inseparable.
Morning came sooner than I would have liked. I got up and had breakfast, but didn’t see Ajor at all. I figured it was better not to go through the painful experience of a final goodbye. The group was formed for the march, and a team of Galu warriors was ready to join us. I couldn’t even bring myself to go to Ace's corral and say goodbye. The night before, I had given him to Ajor, and now in my mind, they felt like one and the same.
And so we marched away, down the street flanked with its stone houses and out through the wide gateway in the stone wall which surrounds the city and on across the clearing toward the forest through which we must pass to reach the northern boundary of Galu, beyond which we would turn south. At the edge of the forest I cast a backward glance at the city which held my heart, and beside the massive gateway I saw that which brought me to a sudden halt. It was a little figure leaning against one of the great upright posts upon which the gates swing—a crumpled little figure; and even at this distance I could see its shoulders heave to the sobs that racked it. It was the last straw.
And so we marched away, down the street lined with stone houses and out through the wide gateway in the stone wall that surrounds the city, making our way across the clearing toward the forest we needed to pass through to reach the northern boundary of Galu, beyond which we would turn south. At the edge of the forest, I glanced back at the city that captured my heart, and beside the massive gateway, I saw something that made me stop in my tracks. It was a small figure leaning against one of the large upright posts where the gates swing—a crumpled little figure; even from this distance, I could see its shoulders shaking with the sobs that shook it. It was the last straw.
Bowen was near me. "Good-bye old man," I said. "I'm going back."
Bowen was close to me. "See you later, old man," I said. "I'm heading back."
He looked at me in surprise. "Good-bye, old man," he said, and grasped my hand. "I thought you'd do it in the end."
He looked at me in surprise. "Goodbye, old man," he said, shaking my hand. "I figured you'd come through in the end."
And then I went back and took Ajor in my arms and kissed the tears from her eyes and a smile to her lips while together we watched the last of the Americans disappear into the forest.
And then I went back, took Ajor in my arms, kissed the tears from her eyes, and put a smile on her lips while we watched the last of the Americans disappear into the forest together.
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