How fast a cave man could run
The last caveman
From the realm of the imagination.
Edited by Robert Kraft.
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Introduction to the stories
From the realm of the imagination.
Issued for the youth
This foreword leads us into a friendly living room that betrays wealth.
The table in the middle was covered with flowerpots and bouquets in glasses, and there were also some open letters on it, a pair of stockings, a letter folder and other things - so it was probably a birthday table that has been available until late in the evening. hadn't cleared away yet.
Next to the side table on which the kerosene lamp was burning stood an adjustable ambulance, and in it sat a fourteen-year-old boy with covered feet. His face with the high forehead and the large, intelligent eyes was suffering and colorless, and two crutches were leaning against the carriage.
Until two years ago, Richard L **, the only son of very wealthy parents, had been a happy child, the hardest-working student in a high school, the best gymnast in his class, the joy of parents and teachers, and everyone held him for his intellectual and physical gifts for entitled to the highest hopes.
Everything was destroyed in a single day. A railway accident experienced on the vacation trip robbed him of his parents, paralyzed him on both legs, and when he was finally released from the hospital he was sore forever.
Richard had only one relative left, an elderly, single widow, and she came to him in the house that belonged to him to look after him for the rest of her life. Heads of house were also provided, and so the days of the paralyzed man passed by studying, walking and dreaming, which were only occasionally interrupted by a visit from a former school friend.
Today he was fourteen years old, and although he had gotten used to his unhappiness and could sometimes laugh and joke again, he had nevertheless become a dreamer, whose young spirit matured extremely quickly through lonely thought, but which did not help anyone inside revealed.
And today, on his birthday, was once again such a day when the boy didn't want to see anyone. Fourteen years! This is the date when most of them take off their children's shoes and go into public life for serious work. Oh, what lofty plans he and his friends had had, and even if they sprang from childish minds in which Indian chiefs, pirates and Robinson played a leading role, they had also been mixed with serious ideals. How much he wanted to be the son of the poorest day laborer today and earn his living with the hardest work, if only he had had the use of his healthy limbs! But that was over, over!
Sighing, he picked up one of the many books lying on the table. It was Robinson Crusoe, who, like every other boy, was always his favorite reading. The other books were titled 'Leather Stocking', 'Gulliver's Travels', 'Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea', 'Journey from Earth to the Moon', 'The Wonders of the Primeval World' - all fantastic things.
He had wanted to immerse himself in her tonight.
But it was nothing, the reading did not distract him. He was the poor cripple with nothing left to hope for.
Sighing, he put the book down again, leaned back and closed his eyes, and two great tears slowly ran down his pale cheeks.
Suddenly - what was that? He looked up startled. The lamp had gone out of its own accord, a different, strange glow and a sweet scent of incense filled the room, and before him stood the slim figure of a youthful woman in transfigured light.
Her robe shone in a wonderful splendor of colors, it seemed to be composed of nothing but small, brightly colored pictures, which were constantly changing, as if the whole dress were alive. Richard saw mountains and valleys, forests and meadows, deserts and ice fields, palaces and huts, he saw all human races moving on them, he saw baptisms and weddings and funerals - all of human life took place in all variations in the pictures, and then he saw a multitude of strange figures, dragons and monsters, and everything alive and brightly colored.
In her beautiful countenance a couple of eyes glowed with overwhelming fire, and in her hand she held a branch of laurel.
“Poor Richard!” Began the wonderful apparition in a soft voice. “Do not be afraid, I am a good fairy. I acted as godfather to the cradle of all those who have created great and beautiful and immortal things, and now I am bringing you my birthday present. They call me the imagination. A cruel fate has destroyed your future, to which you are entitled, I cannot reverse what happened, nor restore your health, but I can give you a replacement for what was lost.
In your bedroom there is a door that leads into a small chamber. Every night before going to bed think about what you want to dream, lie down in bed, get up again, open the chamber door, step through it, and you are where you want to be, you have what you wanted. If you love to be with friends - they will be waiting for you. It's just a dream, but it shouldn't lose any of its reality, even if it seems to have lasted a generation. You can choose the beginning yourself, leave the other to me, otherwise you would not be happy. Do you have enough, or are you in danger, just think 'I want to wake up!' And the dream is over. Otherwise you shouldn't know that you are only dreaming.
As a ghost, I can also see into the future. Despite your impaired health, you will reach old age. So study hard so that you will not regret your youth one day, and remember the pictures that I will fool you so that you can later delight others with your stories. Because there are few whom I choose to be my godparents. This is my gift. "
She touched his forehead with the laurel branch and was gone.
Richard started again and looked around in amazement. The lamp was on, and next to him stood his aunt who had put her hand on his forehead.
“You are feverish, Richard, you have a very hot head. Do you feel sick?"
"No - but - wasn't someone in the room?"
“Who should have been here? I found you asleep when I entered and you woke up when I put my hand on your forehead. "
"Such a strange dream - and so clear!" Whispered Richard, shaking his head.
"You shouldn't read so much romantic things, they upset you too much, my child."
Sighing again, he put the book back in his hands. Oh, it would have been too nice if the fairy had not only appeared to him in a dream!
"Put me to bed, dear Elise, please."
She rolled him into his bedroom and helped him into bed.
The room was in a very old patrician house full of nooks and crannies and bay windows.
"Please, Elise, open the door there once!"
"The door to the shed? Why? There's nothing in there, my child. "
But the old woman did the poor boy’s will, and now Richard looked from the bed into the dark room and lay down on the other side, smiling over himself.
Oh, it would be too good if the fair fairy's promises were fulfilled! For example, what would he wish for now? He had recently read a lot about the antediluvian time of the earth, it had interested him very much - yes, he would like to be transported back to the primeval times of the earth, himself as he was now - of course with healthy feet and strong, and He also wanted a boat, because back then there should have been so many lakes and rivers, and a good rifle with cartridges that never ran out, and then hunting adventures with cave lions and cave bears, with mammoth ichthyosaurs and all the other gigantic monsters - in short, a leather stocking life in the antediluvian primeval forest, but instead of the Indians, cavemen, to whom he had to appear like a god with his rifle and his knowledge.
Richard was so tired and still couldn't sleep. He thought himself more and more vividly into the romantic situations. Oh, if only the fairy kept her word!
Did he try it once? He laughs softly at himself, and yet his heart was pounding with tension as he grabbed the crutches by the bed and slowly climbed out of it. It was actually a terrible folly, but - -
Yes, what was that ?! He no longer needed the crutches! He could walk like that! And that wasn't a dream! The moon shone brightly in the room, and he really couldn't tell whether he was awake or dreaming!
Free, like two years ago, he stepped to the door that led into the shed, opened it and - - -
The last caveman.
In the jungle.
Before Richard's astonished eyes, a landscape of colossal vegetation spread out in the gleam of the high sun. A broad river ending in a lake divided it in half, to the right of it was a jungle with tree trunks of enormous thickness and height and with roots protruding from the ground, under which a man could ride on horseback, and to the left a plain probably two-man-high grass. Richard also saw enormous bullock herbs everywhere, and horsetail as high as church spiers.
At some distance from the grass appeared antlers, then a herd of cattle, and since the animals were still looking out from the high grass with their backs, he could deduce from this how thick they must have been.
Suddenly the grass parted on the riverbank and a giant deer stepped forward and bowed its horned head to drink. There, a splash of water, then it came out of the river like a long band of scales, there was a whipping blow, and the giant deer, roaring, disappeared into an immense, toothy jaw that suddenly stuck out of the water.
There was a thunder and a crash, a strong oak buckled like a straw, and a terrible, dark mass appeared at the edge of the forest, resembling an elephant, but again as big, covered with shaggy hair and the tusks bent from top to bottom - a Mammoth.
Richard had seen enough for a first glance - it was a landscape from the prehistoric times of the earth. He looked below; At his feet on the dark water lay a slender boat with oars, a rifle, a few boxes and other things in it, and with a cry of joy he jumped lightly over the doorstep into the rocking boat, only now noticing that he was wearing a leather hunting suit and a tight fit carried the long hunting knife in its sheath on his belt. But no sooner had he sat down on the rowing bench than his house, his entire hometown, had disappeared, and nothing but the wilderness populated by animals surrounded him.
He had quickly found himself in the thought of being a modernly equipped hunter in an antediluvian primeval forest. His first thing was to examine the contents of the boat. He had been well taken care of. The rifle was a nice, handy double rifle, with one barrel for bullets and another for shot; two boxes contained cartridges, another sewing kit and similar utensils, including a lighter with an ignition steel and ignition sponge, and an ax, several[WS 3] Saucepans, a frying pan and other things. But he had wished for everything, and when he was just thinking about how well he could use a revolver at times, he noticed that it too was hanging in a case on the other side of his belt.
With his heart pounding with joy, he grabbed the oars and rowed slowly, always peering around, along the river towards the lake. The buffalo and giant deer, larger than a horse, stopped and looked at him, but did not flee as if they had never seen anyone. - What did they have to fear from such a tiny dwarf! Richard saw other animals of wonderful shapes like her[WS 4] no natural history book cites any more, many birds, not in the colorful splendor of a southern zone, as such was here, but always of enormous size, and with astonishment he saw terribly large crocodiles basking in the sun on a sandbank, one of them probably forty meters long, some with blunt, some with very pointed snouts, but all of them are very different. His boat hit an obstacle, and when he examined it, he found that in the middle of the river was an island, bare as polished stone, maybe five meters in diameter. He was already in the mood to step on it to examine the stone, which was so strangely divided into square surfaces, when, to his shock, a wide, terribly toothed mouth suddenly rose from the water, and a spherical head with eyes the size of a plate. The whole island began to move and swam a little, then the jaws devoured a meter-long fish darting past and went under. It was a giant tortoise, against which our today's, although ten centners heavy, are only dwarfs.
When should Richard try his rifle for the first time? About now on the immense mammoth, or rather the mastodon with the straight tusks, which tore spruce trees out of the earth with its trunk, clenched them like matches, then stuck the bundles in the throat and swallowed them with wood and earth like pills? No, he didn't want to try his gunsmithing on that one, the bullet could have tickled it, and then Richard might have swallowed it like a pill.
A lazy crocodile made a better target. Richard slipped a bullet into the rifle, aimed at the eye, and the shot rang out. As he could see, the bullet only hit the edge of the eye and it must have ricocheted off like a diamond plate, because the animal didn't move at all.
Now he aimed the reloaded rifle at a deer who was standing on the bank and looking at him curiously. He could not use the venison, but he had to make a hunt.
There was a deafening roar, then something yellow rushed through the air. A terrible yellow predator with flowing mane, the size of a handsome calf, but with a mighty ox head and terrible paws, had pounced on the stag and tore it to the ground.
It was a cave lion. But Richard didn't take much time to observe, the sight was too horrific, he threw the shotgun into the boat and rowed away with all his might. He had already noticed that even with a modern rifle it was not so safe to go for a walk in an antediluvian jungle, here where people had not yet usurped the rule and everything was swarming with animals that ate each other.
Soon he should also be forced to protect his own life. A shadow suddenly descended on him, and when he looked up he saw a mighty bird of prey above him at a height of perhaps a hundred meters. It was already floating between the treetops, Richard could already see the clenched claws on his body and the glowing eyes over the hooked beak, about half a meter long, and it looked as if the giant eagle had spotted the boy as a tasty bite.
Richard did not lose consciousness, however. He had to act quickly, in the next moment the monster could shoot down at him. In no time he took up the rifle again, knelt in the motionless floating boat, carefully aimed at the chest and fired.
A bloodcurdling screech, and the griffin tumbled, disappearing in the forest, down to the earth. But then Richard saw another animal wriggling like a snake through the bushes and the place where the bird of prey might have fallen. It was a cave hyena that populated all of Europe at that time. Richard didn't want to get to know her better, but was glad that her attention had been diverted from him by the easier prey, the probably fatally hit bird of prey.
He had almost reached the lake when he witnessed a new spectacle of a struggle for life and death, which this time he attended with breathless tension until he intervened himself.
Near the lake the forest receded a long way and gave way to an area covered with large boulders.
Between these, not far from the river bank, there was a fight between a bear and a human.
The brown bear was probably twice the size of the largest Richard had ever seen in the zoological garden, and it penetrated a man who had shot him two arrows in the body; the shafts still protruded from the fur. This person was extremely tall and herculean, of black-brown skin color, naked except for an apron around his loin, and had long hair and a shaggy beard. Richard couldn't tell any more now.
He was armed only with a stone ax attached to a long handle, with which he gave or intended to strike the predator with heavy blows on the head, for the bear skillfully parried it with its paws or quickly ducked its head each time, at least around the easily vulnerable one Protect nose. This duel was not raging in one place, but the man jumped back and forth. He too had to try to avoid the blows of his paw, for if even one hit him he was lost. Escape would probably have been of no use to him, and there was no telling what he could do with the wretched stone ax against the cave bear. One day he had to tire himself and fall victim to his paws.
Richard then realized what was important to the two-legged fighter. No doubt the man tried to retreat to the forest, where he could take refuge in a tree; but the bear apparently knew that too, because he wanted to cut off this retreat for his opponent and drive him into the river, where he immediately became his prey.
Without hesitation Richard raised the rifle loaded with bullets and coarse shot and pulled the trigger on both barrels at the same moment when the victim was out of the line of fire, aiming at the heart of the bear.
With a thunderous roar, the monster, which was probably hit but not fatally wounded, rose up on its hind legs; it had spotted the new enemy in the boat, and was now charging towards the river bank in Carriere.
Richard realized too late what a dangerous game he had gotten himself into. But with a firm hand he pushed two new cartridges into the rifle chamber, now he was completely dependent on himself, because the naked person, as he could still see, had quickly fled.
But everything turned out differently than Richard had feared, because the bear had not yet reached the bank when a dark figure jumped towards it - it was the same man from before, only now he had no ax, but another long object, probably one Knife in hand. The bear immediately straightened up to hug the old enemy. And this time the latter did not avoid him, but rather threw himself against the shaggy chest and pressed his head against the body of the monster. Just a few more moments, and then the bear fell down roaring so as not to get up again while the man straightened up and pulled the bloody knife out of his body.
With a few strokes of the oar Richard had reached the bank and now, without thinking of caution, hurried towards the man, who was obviously astonished, but awaited him without fear.
"Whoever you are, Karak, the bear killer, has nothing to fear from you, because you saved him earlier," he said in a deep voice, and Richard was not in the least surprised to understand him so well.
"No, it was you who protected me from the bear attack."
“But you diverted his attack from me when my strength was weakening, and so I found time to pick up my knife. I wanted to kill the bear and first had to chase it out of its lair with arrows and provoke it, because every animal, even the bold lion, fears Karak, the bear-killer. Then, the moment he attacked me, I lost my stone knife, and since I couldn't do anything with the ax against the hard head, the bear drove me away and tired me so much that I would only have been his prey and all of them Wilderness animals, especially the wretched round heads, would have been happy if you hadn't drawn the bear's attention to yourself, so that I found time to get my knife back. You saved me and my revenge, you are my friend. "
Without saying a word further, Karak set about slitting the bear's body with the knife and cutting out some large pieces of meat from under the pulled back skin. Then he broke one of the bear's molars and severed a claw from its paw.
Only now did Richard see what a mighty monster this cave bear was, and that he was almost the size of a horse. Even if the human inhabitant of these forests was a Herculean giant, he was nothing compared to this predator, which he now attacked with the stone knife. Nevertheless, he could rightly call himself the bear-killer, which the lion also feared, because a chain that he wore as jewelry around his neck was made entirely of predatory teeth and claws, especially those of bears.
Richard also saw a bow and stone-tipped arrows that were meant for a giant lying on the ground. He picked up the former but couldn't pull the string back an inch.
"We have to hurry so that the night in the forest does not surprise us," said Karak again, tying up the pieces of meat with creepers and hanging them on his back. “Oh,” he added dejectedly, “Karak no longer has any people who help him cut the bear and suck the juicy marrow out of the bones with him at the happy fire. Everything may stay where it is, we have enough. "
"Where are your people?" Asked Richard, turning with him to the river bank.
"Karak is the last caveman," was the dull answer. “From there, where the sun is now setting, came the black round heads who call themselves Farken. They are skillful and clever, they have weapons and tools made from a stone they call bronze[WS 5], They burn earth in the fire and build caves out of it, which they call houses, but they are too lazy to work and need slaves. The cowardly stake dwellers, whom we tolerated among ourselves only like harmless animals, and who voluntarily submitted to them and now work for them, also betrayed our caves to the round heads. For years there was a bloody fight between us, we were not up to their weapons, one family after the other was destroyed or imprisoned, and those of us who do not want to work in slavery now sacrifice the round heads to their gods at their festivals. "
They had reached the bank and Karak got into the boat, as if he knew it well, and took the oars while Richard took the helm.
"So are you the last of your tribe?" Asked Richard as they shot down the river.
"Yes, I am the last caveman," Karak replied dejectedly, but still there was a ominous flash in his deep-set eyes. “Until two days ago I had a strong son and a beautiful daughter. But when I returned from the hunt, I found my son slain and Maka disappeared. Round heads had discovered and attacked the cave, and now Maka, because she is too proud to work for the strangers or to marry a round head, is to be slaughtered on the altar of the gods. "
"When?" Exclaimed Richard.
"When the moon changes, the festival takes place - in three days."
“Then we have to save her! Do you know where she is? "
A sinister smile played on the cavemanâ € ™ s bearded lips.
"Yes, Karak knows the camp of those round heads, and he is on his way to save Maka, or, if it is too late - as the last caveman to terribly avenge all his brothers and sisters."
"I'll be by your side, as my name is Richard."
The river widened into an unmistakable lake, and Richard let out a sound of surprise. At some distance from the bank, that is, still standing in the water, he saw a large village of huts rising on stilts.
"It's a stake settlement," Karak explained. “They were too weak and too cowardly to live in the country, where they should have challenged the predators for their caves. So they retired to the water and lived like herons on fish. But now they have long since left their villages and work as slaves to the round heads because they feel even safer in their stone houses. "
He directed the boat between the huts, chose the most spacious, fastened the vehicle to a pole and climbed some sort of chicken ladder while Richard followed him.
This hut, like any other, consisted of only one room and was made of small tree trunks tied together with leather straps and wickerwork smeared with clay. There was a hole in the sloping roof and a trapdoor in the hallway, probably to let down fishing rods and nets. There were no windows, the door was open and covered with a fur. A kind of gallery ran around it.
It should[WS 6] live very nicely in such a water villa. If you were hungry, you just pulled the fishing rod out of the water into the middle of the room, and then knew the fish - provided that someone was hanging on it - to fry it on the flint stove.
The former residents seemed to have left all their household utensils behind. Everything was made of stone, often delicately and laboriously worked, the stone knives clamped in carved horn handles, the fishhooks were sharp thorns. And since the pole dwellers knew how to tan skins and also how to spin and weave plant fibers, they hunted little, and their bows and arrows here were therefore mere children's toys compared to those of the cavemen, only useful for shooting small birds and fish . The larger pelts that lay in the hut, as Karak also confirmed, the inhabitants might have exchanged for the hunting cavemen. Boats were still tied to the posts, all of them fire-burned tree trunks. Through the clear water Richard saw mighty mountains of mussel shells lying on the deep sea floor.
Karak lit a fire, and Richard didn't help him with his lighter, but let him rub dry wood with a fire drill until it glowed, which went very quickly. Then Karak blew dry leaves on the stones to the flame and put on wood that was piled in the corner.
While he was roasting the meat with bear fat in a thin, somewhat hollow stone, after he had rejected Richard's iron pan with suspicion, Richard went back into the gallery and tried for the time being with rifle and revolver at shooting waterfowl, including some of the strangest kind also a few pointed balls on a huge pachyderm wallowing in the water, without this primeval hippopotamus having noticed it.
Finally the roast was ready, and there was no lack of salt.
"How far is it until the round heads have settled?" Asked Richard after the first bite of the delicious bear roast.
“We have tomorrow evening[WS 7] she achieved. "
"Have you already come up with a plan how you want to free Maka?"
“It's only possible with cunning. In a fight I would be defeated by the majority, and the pigs have wonderful magic weapons, long knives, half the size of a person and yet very light, which they call swords, and arrows that even penetrate a hard tree trunk without to break. This magic is the bronze that they make themselves with the help of wise women. They have surrounded their villages with wooden walls, and wolves keep watch during the night, they have tamed them and call them dogs. Their reliability is so great that the round heads do not put up any guards at night. We have to use that. I kill a large piece of game in the evening, and while you, when you are mine[WS 8] want to stand by, lure the wolves with the meat to one side of the wall and feed them there, I sneak from the other side into the house, where, as I know, the victims are always kept captive, and free my daughter. "
Richard saw the sensibility of this war plan.
"Of course," Karak added dully, "as soon as the wolves are no longer fed, they will make a noise and be chased after us, and then there will be a life and death fight."
When the meal was over and night fell, they made soft beds for themselves from furs, but Richard continued to listen for a while to the terrible roaring animal voices of the forest, in which it was only now coming to life, until tiredness closed his eyes.
Suddenly he was awakened by a thundering and pattering and wet drops. A thunderstorm accompanied by rain had approached. Now it turned out that living in such a hut was not so comfortable after all, because soon it was raining inside as well as outside. The thunderstorm soon turned into a single lightning bolt and clap of thunder, it was a storm that Richard had never seen or described before. The sky was constantly in flames, in the daylight Richard saw the lightning constantly striking through the cracks of the hut and the strongest trees splintering. But the rain turned into a downpour, and Richard, fearful of the end of the world, crept into a corner, trembling.
Yes, such terrible raging of nature should have haunted the earth in prehistoric times! For Karak it could only be a small, innocent thunderstorm, because he slept quietly, even under the floods of water flowing down on him from the roof. In the morning the storm finally subsided and they continued their hike.
In the afternoon after a strenuous rowing trip, Karak steered the boat under the overhanging branches of a bush on the bank.
“Here we want to get out of the boat,” he said, “because the farks lay because they fear floods, their villages only off the rivers on high forest pelts, and besides, because of the dogs, we must not leave the slightest trace behind and must each other therefore look for a way over the tree branches. "
Karak fastened the boat to it, tied the remains of meat to his shoulder, tucked ax and knife into his belt while Richard stocked up on cartridges, and then swung himself up out of the boat by the branches to disappear into the foliage .
In spite of the rifle that prevented him, Richard, as a skilled gymnast, knew how to do it. Soon he had reached it and followed it, balancing on the branches, and, where an overhang was missing, swinging from one branch to the other on branches.
As slow as it was and as difficult as it was, it must be easier to get away up here than on the ground. Because it looked terrible down there, everything was an impenetrable tangle of creepers and roots, and if Richard ever had a clear view of a level place, it was certainly a quagmire in which there were turtles, lizards and snakes of all sizes swarmed. Snakes were everywhere, from a span length to ten meters, but none of them was known to him; they were more like earth-brown worms the size of arms and even thighs, and they didn't seem to have a mouth either, but a trunk with which to engage sucked on the trees. It is just lucky that this worm is not also on the trees ...
"Karak! Help! ”He suddenly shouted out loud, forgetting all caution in horror.
The branch he was about to hold onto had rolled around his arm in a flash, and a second one also detached itself from the tree and wrapped itself around his body. Immediately afterwards the horrified boy felt tremendous pressure and sucking on his chest.
In no time Karak was with him, cutting his stone knife between the boy's body and that of the snake. Part of it immediately fell, while the sucking head had to be specially cut off.
"These worms are completely harmless if you have a knife," Karak said, appeasing the shocked man. “Of course, if you can't get rid of them, then they'll suck your blood out to the last drop. But woe to him whom the armored worm grabs. Even the sharpest knife does not help against it.But luckily it is so big that you would have to be downright blind not to be able to avoid it in time. "
Flashed through Richard's head[WS 9] a ray of knowledge. These snakes or worms were nothing but giant leeches. He shuddered with horror.
After half an hour of arduous hike the darkness cleared. They had reached the last tree in the forest, and everyone was looking for the most comfortable and safest branch from which, lying down, they could overlook everything.
Not only a bare forest, but also a very large, tree-cleared area spread out in front of them. For the most part it was cultivated as a cornfield, rose towards the middle, and on the highest point was a village of wooden huts surrounded by palisades, of which, however, some larger buildings made of bricks stood out. At the foot of the hill shone the mirror of a pond from which a stilt house protruded. Cattle and pigs grazed on green meadows, and stables seemed to have been taken care of.
The fields were well cultivated, and everywhere, especially near the forest, there were poles on which there were attached some small, rattling mills, and some long wings made of fine, brightly colored fabric that rose at the slightest breeze. This was probably the only possible protection of the fields against the ruminants of the forest. Because what could stop such a mammoth? But at most only the fear of the unknown. Still, it was often enough that on a windless night a single mammoth would empty a few fields for dessert.
Work was going on in the fields. Giant oxen pulled a kind of plow, the bronze knives of which gleamed like gold when they rose from the ground. Naked people drove them on, naked workers crouched on the floor, and every now and then a man in a brown cloth would be among them, who on occasion hit the naked people mercilessly with a long whip. So the farks treated their slaves badly, they didn't even treat them to clothes.
Slaves and drivers were of two very different races. The former were slender, very thin, but sinewy, mostly blond, and had a long, narrow head; the pigs were short and stocky. Her head was black and round, and her features were reminiscent of those of nomaniacs, or even more so of slaves. In addition to the dark brown robe, they wore sandals fastened with straps, in their ears and also on their fingers, on their wrists and on their upper arms, large rings of shiny gold bronze. In the leather belt, however, was a long dagger with a delicate, strikingly short handle.
"Now hear my detailed plan," Karak began when the workers had left. “You can now see the location of the village. It stays with the old one, I kill a game in the evening, we go quietly to the wooden wall, where you feed the wolves that have been released on one side during the night but are enclosed by the wall, and meanwhile I sneak on the other side one and free Maka. If we manage to keep the suspicious dogs quiet for a long time, it will be very easy for us. Then you take Maka and hurry back to that tree that you have to remember, and I'll keep feeding the dogs until I know you're safe. In this way I gain a head start so that they can no longer catch up with me and can no longer follow our lead. But if they make a noise prematurely, after I have just left the village with Maka, then we have to part. In this case I draw the wolves on me, try to defend myself against them and rely on the speed of my feet until I have reached this tree again, where I am safe. You, on the other hand, take care of my daughter. Do you see the pond there with the stilt house in the middle? The latter looks like a stake dweller's hut, but it is a sanctuary of the farks, where they keep the dried up corpses of their chiefs. You flee there with Maka, you are safe there, because no one is allowed to enter the temple except a priestess only once a year, no one thinks of looking for you there, because they believe that I alone would have freed Maka and escaped with them you have succeeded me. I know these wolves, once I have put them on my track, they will no longer pursue others, and then yours will quickly be trampled on by the round heads that come out. So you'll stay there all day and I'll pick you up tomorrow night. "
Richard had no objection to this plan, the experienced Karak must know the circumstances best.
They now ate the abundant remains of yesterday's evening meal, then Karak went off to make more arrows, the shafts of which he cut from twigs, while he took the stone arrowheads from a little pouch hanging on his neck and wedged them into a crack in the shaft he tied with leather straps. Richard watched him, amazed at the wonderful skill of the caveman, who needed less than five minutes to make such an arrow. Then he observed his surroundings again.
The workers left the fields and retreated behind the palisades. Then the cattle were herded in, and farks armed with lances and bows, laden with prey and accompanied by large dogs that looked exactly like wolves, came out of the forest and also disappeared behind the palisades. At nightfall, however, a gate was closed, and when night came and the narrow crescent of the moon appeared in the sky, the disappearance of which was supposed to mean Maka's death on the sacrificial altar of the gods, the landscape lay there in peaceful silence until the nocturnal animal voices Waldes were loud, fearful and threatening, grunting and growling, whistling, howling, neighing, roaring and thundering.
In the village itself there must still be life; everywhere lights flickered or shone like lighted windows.
Richard noticed how the karak lying next to him gently grabbed the bow and placed an arrow on it, and as he followed the direction of the bullet ready to fire, he saw a large four-footed animal below him, in which he took a few more steps and stepped into the moonlight, recognized a slender gazelle the size of an English racehorse with only a single, long, coiled horn on its forehead. It was the fabulous unicorn. With its thin neck stretched out, it gazed covetously at the lush green of the fields, which its pasture grounds in the forest did not offer it.
The caveman’s muscular right hand withdrew the tendon, the arrow flicked from its bow with a low whistle, and on the spot the huge animal collapsed without making another sound or twitching again. Richard was speechless with astonishment. The arrow had struck the heart, but had also gone straight through the entire gigantic body, an achievement that hardly a modern rifle could have achieved. With such a powerful projectile, it must be easy for the cavemen to kill the most terrible bears and lions, if only they wanted, if they did not consider it cowardice and did not prefer to face him with a stone knife. Yes, Richard no longer doubted that such an arrow shot could even penetrate the skin of a pachyderm, which defied the pointed bullet.
Karak had come down using a thinner log and skinned the animal and then cut it into pieces.
Meanwhile, one light after the other went out in the village. Once more the tamed wolves within the palisades began howling to respond to the voices of their colleagues in the forest, then they too fell silent. They might have been calmed down or trained so that they only howled when danger approached.
A hiss now also called Richard down from his airy seat. At last he was able to stretch the limbs that had fallen asleep. Karak had cut up most of the game and packed the pieces into the hair side of the hide. But he had turned the bloody side of it outwards and attached ropes made of creepers to it for pulling.
"If we drag this game close to the wooden wall," he said to Richard, "then the wolves will only follow this clear, bloody trail and nothing else."
The idea was really very good. So they hitched up and pulled the load on the bumpy road to the quiet village. Without the Herculean strength of his companion, however, Richard would not have brought them an inch.
They stopped some distance from the palisade, and Karak took several cents of the tied up pieces of meat on his back and crept with Richard right up to the wall of young tree trunks. They left the rest of the meat lying around so that it might also distract the released and ever-ravenous wolves from a pursuit.
The caveman pressed the hand of his young companion once more, threw a piece of meat from the untied bundle over the wooden wall and disappeared into the shadow of the same.
Richard was alone with his heart racing wildly. He quickly tossed a few pieces of meat. Then the tamed wolves, the first loyal companions of mankind who could not yet bark like dogs, howled loudly. But soon they fell silent again, and now behind the palisades a tearing, smacking, soft growling and arguing could be heard. It was as if the four-legged weights knew that they were doing something wrong and therefore had to be quiet. Richard tossed the pieces of meat faster and faster so that there would be no open argument between them, while a thousand questions crossed his mind.
How far was Karak? Did he find Maka? Were all the wolves gathered here? And what would happen when the meat ran out?
A quarter of an hour passed like this, and the meat supply was already consumed, when suddenly a hoarse voice called out:
"Hello, what do the dogs have?"
Richard's heart stopped beating.
"They stole meat," came the reply, and then the whips cracked, the wolves howled and began to frolic in horror, filling the air with their bloodcurdling cries. In between, human voices could now also be heard:
“There are enemies nearby! You feed the dogs! You are already in the village! Let go of the wolves! To the weapons!"
So it ruffled confused under the howling of wolves.
Immediately afterwards Richard, who was preparing the rifle and revolver, was fired by two permits - Karak and a girl wrapped in flowing robes.
"After the funeral temple - in the shadow of the wall, away!" The former shouted, then he had already fled again, while the girl, who had probably already been informed by Karak, took Richard's hand, whereupon both of them along the palisade to the one in the moonlight blinking mirrors of the little lake were running. But behind them wolf howls and rushing shouts rang out. The whole village had become rebellious.
They stopped at the end of the palisade. Now it was a matter of running down the hill over the plain illuminated by the moon. Reluctantly, they looked around. There Karak was already fleeing across the plain in mighty strides, and a pack of wolves rushed behind him. Now the first one reached him, now he jumped up on him, then Karak turned a little in the course and swung the stone ax. A terrible howl of pain followed, and it flew on with undiminished speed. - Did he get away? But they did not have time to think about it, because they themselves had to act now. Men were already appearing, and the gold-shining bronze swords flashed in their hands.
The sky was favorable to them, the moon stepped behind a small cloud. They reached the water and jumped in. But soon they lost the ground. Richard raised the rifle, put the barrel of it on his head, and swam next to the girl. So they both made it safely to the stilt hut. Here they found a ladder, and when the moon emerged again from behind the clouds, they were inside the hut and closed the hinged door behind them.
At the first step Richard rebounded in horror. The moonlight penetrated through an open window and fell brightly on a human face - a terrible face, waxy yellow and dried up like a mummy, from which a toothless mouth grinned at him and glass eyes stared at him.
"Don't be afraid, we are in the funeral temple of the Farken," whispered Maka, taking his hand again, "it's just the dried up corpses of great chiefs."
The intrepid boy would have quickly recovered himself. Yes, that mummy-like face in front of him belonged to an embalmed or dry-smoked mummy.
Now he looked at her more closely. The corpse crouched cross-legged on a board covered with blankets, wore a garment of fine fabric, was overloaded with bronze jewelry, held a battle ax in one hand and a rolled-up piece of leather in the other, with little red pictures on the outside Color showed, and in her lap lay bows, arrows, daggers and delicate jewelry. Richard soon got used to the darkness and saw that he was in a large company of such blessed chiefs.
Then he turned his attention to the cave girl, who peered cautiously out the window but couldn't avoid being hit by the moonlight.
It was a figure that had just matured into a virgin, with pleasant features, brown eyes and gray-brown hair like those Richard had seen in Karak. It wore a sleeveless robe made of a very fine fabric and, where it could only be attached, was covered with bronze jewelry, so that the assumption was probably correct that it had already been festively decorated as a sacrificial lamb.
The wolf's howl was lost in the distance, and only a few armed men hurried back and forth across the field. Had Karak managed to escape?
“I owe my life to you, only to you,” said Maka to Richard in a soft voice, “because if I had been with my father, I would not have escaped the wolves. We would have been torn to pieces, which would have been even better than if the day after tomorrow I blew alive to death on the sacrificial altar under the priestesses' knife. My father whispered to me who you were and that I should trust you. Thank you, stranger, you saved the daughter of the last caveman. "
"What did Karak tell you who I was?" Asked Richard expectantly.
“The first of the strangers our wise women prophesied of. From the rising of the sun they will come over the mountains, with their chiefs, who sit on animals as we do not know them here, whose eyes shine like the blue sky and whose hair is as red as the bronze of the fawns, while the skin of theirs Women resembles the white blossom of the cherry tree. These will conquer the whole country, and the pigs have to give way again before them, because they are much braver, stronger and much smarter than them, and they will also conquer the animals of the forest and then exterminate it themselves. But, "added Maka in a sad tone," the former masters of this[WS 10] Landes, the inhabitants of the caves, will no longer find them, you, the first of their tribe, will see the last. "
Maka had spoken of the Germans.
Then she said that they were safe here in this mortuary temple until Karak came to pick them up tomorrow night. But if he did not come, they would have to continue their flight alone.
But sleep demanded his rights, and since there were enough blankets, even if not intended for the living, the two of them were slumbering peacefully under the glass eyes of the mummies within a short time.
The sun of a new day had already risen over the forest when Richard was woken by Maka. She put a beaker with water and a large basket with dried fruits, with cherries, plums, pears and apples in front of him. Richard had the trees of these crops[WS 11] Already seen growing wild on the waterway, cherry and plum pits had also been lying in the pile hut. He just wondered how Maka got these fruits.
"Every year a priestess goes into this morgue," she explained, "and brings the dead chiefs a basket of dried fruit, because the Farken believe that their corpses should eat some food at night."
Richard enjoyed the fruit splendidly, the presence of the mummies no longer bothered him.Then he joined Maka, who must have already eaten and, away from the window, through a crack in the wall, was watching the Farkendorf and the surrounding area.
"There is no work in the field, what does that mean?"
The village was too far away, and also up on the raised area, so that you couldn't see what was going on in it. But it must be something special, for people hurriedly went out and in through the gates without leaving the palisades, and something seemed to be being built on the wooden wall. But nobody resumed yesterday's field work, although, as Maka explained, today was not a Farken festival.
At last the people standing in front of the palisades and moving around each other came into order, they formed a procession, and soon a high stretcher with a canopy swayed through the gate, which had been covered for this purpose. The procession drew closer, it was moving towards the lake, and Richard saw that it consisted only of farks, all richly decorated and armed with swords, daggers, bows and arrows. Some also wore shields on their arms. Even the canopy of the throne was not carried by naked slaves, but by well-dressed and festively decorated farks.
"My idea!" Breathed Maka. “The chief's brother died eight days ago and today he is being brought here! Only with such a new corpse may the temple be entered by everyone - now we are lost! "
Richard saw the danger they were in.
"What if they find us here?" He asked excitedly.
“They are slowly torturing us to death to appease the angry souls of the deceased, and they are burning this temple with all the corpses because we have desecrated it! We are lost, Richard! "
“Not yet,” he replied, examining his rifle, “if it comes to our lives, we have the right to defend it. They shouldn't catch us alive. "
Maka also seemed to have intended from the outset not to surrender without a fight, because she was already taking the numerous arrows from the mummies and checking two bows, one of which she offered to her friend, who however, to her astonishment, rejected . She did not yet know the meaning of the long object that Richard was holding in his hand.
In the meantime barges had been fastened to the bank, on which the canopy was placed, under which, as Richard only now noticed, there were also two women. Then the other Farken also boarded the boats, and in an orderly row, led by the warriors with the shields, they walked slowly towards the hut on the stilts.
Richard calmly let the Farken come until they were only twenty yards from the waterworks. Then he stepped onto the gallery with a brief determination and called out in a resounding voice: "Stop!"
Immediately the boats stopped, and Richard could read on the faces of the approaching people how dismayed they were when they saw such a strange, unknown apparition emerge from the apartment of the dead.
"Maka - it is the escaped Maka!" Came a voice.
The girl must have shown herself at the window.
"Yes, Maka is with me," said Richard, "I saved her, because I don't want her to be killed on the sacrificial altar, she is under my protection."
"Who are you?" Came back.
"I am a god," Richard replied boldly.
Richard then fired his rifle into the air. But the shock caused by the bang was by no means significant.
The Farken had recovered from him very quickly and now put their heads together and whispered.
“Which god are you?” Finally asked the warrior standing in the first boat, who was distinguished by a particularly long sword.
"I am the god of thunder and lightning."
That must have been the best answer.
"And what do you ask of us?"
"That you should return immediately so that I can stay here undisturbed with Maka, whom I have chosen to be my bride, until tomorrow night."
There was another whisper. Then a man dressed in purple, with a pointed cap on his head, who was probably a priest, got up in a boat at the back and called out loudly:
“Don't believe him! He is a liar! Even if he were the god of lightning, he is still subordinate to the sun god, and he wants Maka to be slaughtered for him. But he's not a god at all. He is a person like us who only - "
Suddenly the priest was interrupted because an arrow had stuck in his throat, and at the same time Richard was jerked back inside the hut, while a hail of arrows whizzed against the hut amid a general cry of rage.
The warriors had taken up their oars, and the first boat was heading for the pile building.
"No more restraint," cried Richard, jumping boldly into the open door again, then he first fired the two barrels of the rifle one after the other, and then fired the revolver six times into the next boat.
However, this worked differently than the claim to be an almighty God. Five men fell fatally to the bottom of the boat, and the others, who saw their comrades lying whimpering and bleeding, either threw themselves into the water, or rowed back with desperate effort, so that the boats huddled together, two of them overturned, and an indescribable mess arose.
Richard quickly reloaded his rifle and revolver. He was still standing in the gallery, but he had nothing more to fear. Nobody drew the bow to him anymore, while Maka sent arrow after arrow with deadly certainty into the ranks of the destroyers of her god.
But then that tall chief put an arrow on him. Richard immediately touched the engraver, a stream of fire came from the rifle and the man collapsed with a broken forehead.
Now there was no stopping them until all the Farken had reached the bank again. But even if the dismay was great, threatening fists were still shaken after the stilt house.
Richard and Maka watch what is happening on the bank with eager attention. It soon became clear to them what they were doing there; a regular attack was being prepared, and this time all the warriors who got into the boats held large shields in front of them.
"Oho, you think I was only able to meet you earlier because you weren't covering yourself with shields?" Said Richard, bringing the rifle to the ready. "No, I don't think that the bronze shield, which doesn't seem so heavy at all, can withstand a pointed ball, and you don't have to row up so that I can prove it to you."
He aimed at a man still standing on the bank with a shield on his arm, and immediately after the bang, the man collapsed. Again there was an indescribable excitement, the boats that had already been dispatched rowed back in a hurry, and the others hurried away from the bank too, only to stop again some distance away. The great strength of these invisible arrows must have put these natural people in a terrible dismay.
"You see, Maka, we are masters of the situation," Richard triumphed. “Now I am curious what you will do next. Or do we now want to think about our retreat through the water to the other side? The Farks will not dare to stop us any more. "
"You forget the wolves, Richard."
Indeed, just now a pack of wild dogs was being brought in on ropes. What were they going to do with them? They couldn't climb the stilt house.
"Aha, there comes an envoy for peace, he wants to negotiate," Richard suddenly shouted.
And so it really seemed. A priest in red got on a boat rowed by two slaves and swung a green branch, which even then was considered a sign of peace.
"Beware of him," warned Maka. "The round heads are cunning and deceitful."
"I will not be fooled, you stay in the hut and watch him with an arrow on the bow."
Richard put the rifle in the hut, but kept the easily concealed revolver with him and went back out into the gallery.
“Stop!” He commanded. "What do you want?"
"I am the high priest of the Farkolitz colony and I come to ask you whether you are a god who commands lightning, or a person who knows how to throw stars under fire with a wonderful sling."
"I am human," Richard replied after a moment, because he did not like pretending to be a god.
"So I offer you the hospitality of our colony and assure you and your companion complete freedom when you teach us how to make and use such fire-breathing slingshots."
"Don't trust him," whispered Maka Richard, "what a round head promises is lies and deceit."
But the priest continued: “Don't believe the girl. You can imagine how valuable such a slingshot would be to us. We will not be so imprudent as to kill you if we could learn how to use it from you. "
“We're taking hostages. Karak has escaped, call him, he should take me hostage. "
Indeed, that had to be considered, and Richard no longer listened to Maka's constant warning and pleading.
"Treason! Treason! ”Suddenly shouted a voice in the distance. “Turn around! Turn around! "
Richard glanced aside - there Karak came charging across the fields. But then Richard jumped back, because two boats were approaching the pile building from behind, one of which was manned by warriors, while in the other a large fire was burning on a bronze plate.
A few shots were enough to make the first boat, with several dead, row back as quickly as possible; the one with the fire was riddled with holes and sank quickly, and a Makas arrow shot killed the insidious priest who had wanted to divert her and Richard's attention from the other side.
In a few seconds they were freed from their enemies again and turned to the direction from which Karak came out of the forest. His fate seemed sealed. The Farks didn't even think it necessary to rush towards him, they just let go of the wolves.
But Karak, who was only a hundred yards from the pond, did not turn back, did not moderate his course, but expanded his mighty sentences. What was that supposed to mean? Why did he run straight to meet the wolves, who were perhaps fifty in number? He was obviously looking for his death. He didn't even swing the stone ax. Now he collided with the foremost. Then - he ducked in the course, flew like a ball in a tremendous leap over the whole pack, and before the first of the wild beasts could stop its course and turn around, Karak had already reached the water.
Cheering one hurray after the other, Richard shot now partly at the Farken, who made the appearance of coming near the fugitive in order to spike him with arrows, partly at the swimming heads of the wolves. But Karak did not flee any further; Standing up to his chest in the water, when a wolf reached him, he slowly pressed it under and let him drown, and only when the wolves, who were called back by their masters, arrived in rows, did he swim towards the stilt house.
The joy of being reunited with Richard's brave Karak was clouded by his own statements. Karak no longer believed in salvation. In his opinion, penetrating through the enemy was impossible, because the many wolves prevented that. Could they all kill at once if the pack threw themselves on them?
Richard soon saw the hopelessness of the situation for himself when the Farken and their dogs surrounded the whole pond in a wide circle, lit fires, cooked on them and apparently made themselves at home for a continuing siege.
There was a stove in the hut and there were also fishing rods - but no fish could be caught, and after the basket with the fruit was emptied one looked starving in the eye.
“We're still trying to make our way through,” decided Richard bravely, “tonight, before the lack of food has weakened us. If we have to die, we want to fall as men. "
But miraculously, the caveman, who had just tested his boldness, didn't want to know about it. He shook his head in gloomy silence. He seemed up to something else he was hiding.
Night was falling, the watch-fires flared brighter, warriors and dogs swarmed with them.
Karak got up from his corner, took two pieces of wood and quickly began to rub them.
"What do you want to do?" Asked Richard in astonishment.
"Die," was the laconic answer.
Maka had got up too, gathered all the thin wood she could find, carved shavings and scattered them on the floor of the hut. Then Richard understood an understanding - "You want to set fire to the hut, burn yourself and your daughter yourself," he exclaimed beside himself. "No, you don't!"
"I'll do it!" Replied Karak darkly, even threateningly. “My arrows have killed enough Farken, I have been avenged. Shall I serve as a sacrifice to the gods of these dogs? Not even my corpse should fall into their hands! And Maka dies with me. "
The terrified Richard tried in vain to talk him out of it, Karak simply didn't answer any more, neither did Maka, and he couldn't stop her.
Now they threw the mummies into the water, they shouldn't pollute the flames, then glowing sparks were scattered, and even if Richard escaped them on one side, the fire, which could no longer be suppressed, was already licking up the parched wood on the other up. It was too late.
"Come on, let's hide in the water, the Farken should think we got burned here, come with me, Maka!" Shouted Richard again.
But it was all in vain! The girl had crouched in the middle of the hut next to her father, who began to sing a death song in a monotonous voice, and then went on singing, extolling his deeds and lamenting the downfall of his people.
The heat was getting more and more unbearable, it was already scorching Richard's skin and hair, and with one leap, clutching the rifle, he jumped into the water.
When he reappeared, the hut was blazing behind him, and in front of him were the screams of the farks and the howls of the wolves.
Seized by the courage of desperation, he swam in quick thrusts towards the bank. Now it could come as it wanted - now it was over with him, he only wanted to smash his rifle, which had certainly become unusable due to the water, on one of the round heads.
"There he swims - he has the fire-thrower with him - the dogs back - catch him alive!" Rang out to his ear with a piercing scream.
Richard, suddenly feeling the ground under his feet, aimed the rifle and pulled the trigger, and when it failed he also tore the revolver out of its case, but even if four of the six shots went off and two Farken fell, they respected others still don't care, they attacked him. Richard turned the rifle around once more and smacked it on a black-haired head, splintering the stock, then it was grabbed!
In the middle of the village in an open space there was a raised platform, steps led up to it, and at the top stood a large, square stone.
A festive procession was moving towards this platform, led by two priestesses. Richard strode between them, clad in a white robe, adorned with bronze rings and bound.
He knew little about what had happened after his capture, everything seemed like a dream to him - and now he was to be slaughtered there on the altar in honor of the sun god.
"That's not possible at all, it's just a bad dream," he thought on and on.
But none of that helped him, didn't change anything - he was led up the steps, the women lifted him onto the stone, strapped him, who was stretched out on his back, and a priest was sharpening the bronze knife above him.
"My God, my God," wailed Richard, "is that really not a bad dream from which there is no awakening?"
Then the hand with the knife came down on his chest.
"I'm only dreaming!" Richard yelled at the priest. But he didn't change his face, he just mumbled:
"Accept this sacrifice with pleasure!"
Richard let out a sharp scream. The sharp knife pierced his flesh, he felt a stabbing pain in his heart, and - -
Bathed in a sweat of fear, Richard woke up and found himself lying in the bed of his bedroom. It was a bright morning.
At first he looked around in horror, then in astonishment, but one glance at the door of the chamber, and he burst out laughing and wanted to jump out of bed with one leap. Then he noticed that he was paralyzed on both feet, but that didn't bother him at all, because he laughed again.
"No, such a strange dream!" He shouted one after the other. “And so of course! And everything so logically, not at all like in a senseless dream! I didn't fly through the air, actually didn't do anything impossible, and if a monster had eaten me right at the beginning, I would have died right at the beginning - and woke up. Right, if I wanted to wake up, I should only wish it for myself! But I didn't because it didn't occur to me earlier that it was just a dream - than it was now! "
Then he thought about it, and the smile around the pale boy's mouth only grew friendlier.
“So I can put myself in any situation I just want,” he said to himself, “as I introduce it once, under the same given circumstances it will continue. Then everything goes its natural course, then there is nothing I can do about it. I wanted a boat, weapons and everything that belongs to a hunter's life in the primeval forest, and it was there, but nothing more. Well, now I know what to do, and I'll be on my guard, because I've already noticed that you can't do much with a rifle and a revolver and with all your knowledge if you have that Has not adapted to the circumstances otherwise.
But whether the kind fairy Fantasy also keeps its word that it wasn't just a one-off dream? Oh, how wonderful that would be! Then I would know what I wanted to dream the next night! Well, I'll see. "
And he went about his daily study with a joyful zeal. In the evening, however, he devised a new plan in the hope that his imagination would lead him back to a new wonderland. And this hope should not deceive him!
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