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Updated: June 7, 2025
"Why I was here on the bed, and you were beside me, Allan and these men of our Folk were here! But how it all happened, God knows!" "I'll tell you some time. You shall have the story from our side some day, but not now. Only one thing if it hadn't been for Zangamon here and Bremilu well " "You mean they helped rescue me?" He nodded. "Without them I'd have been helpless as a child.
The Merucaan, now aided by Bremilu, who had recovered his wits, scouted ahead like a blood-hound on the spoor of a fugitive. One gripped his stone ax, the other a javelin. Bent half double, scrutinizing in the dark the stony path which Allan followed behind them only by the aid of his flash, they proceeded cautiously up toward the brow of the cliff again.
Then call, so that this thing shall turn toward you. Thus, I may shoot, and perhaps not kill the woman. It is the only way!" "I hear, master. I go!" Allan and Bremilu waited, while from the thicket came, at intervals, the savage snuffling, with now and then a grumbling mutter. All at once a call sounded from far ahead. "Come!" commanded Allan.
He arose, carefully stopped up the chinks around the rock at the doorway, and bade Zangamon replenish the fire with dry sticks. Then, Bremilu awakening, they prepared food. Now Beatrice, too, awoke. Allan took her in his arms, unmindful of the newcomers, and there were words of love and joy, and self-reproaches, and a new faith plighted between them once again.
"Hold the light for me!" he whispered, passing it to his companion. "I want both hands for this!" Bremilu held the beam true, blinking strangely with his pink eyes. Stern, resting his pistol hand in the hollow of his left elbow, sighted true. A fraction of a hair to the left, and the bullet might crash through the brain of Beatrice!
Together he and Bremilu crept through the jungle toward the thicket. Wide-eyed, yet seeing almost nothing, Allan crawled noiselessly, automatic in hand. The Merucaan slid along, silent as an Apache. "Tell me if you see the thing again if you see it turn!" whispered Stern. "Tell me, for you can see." Now the distance was cut in half; now only a third of it remained.
Came an evening toward the beginning of spring again an evening of surpassing loveliness, soft, warm, perfumed with the first crimson blossoms of the season when Bremilu ran swiftly up the path to the cliff-top and sought Allan in the palisaded enclosure, working with his men on the new aqueduct. "Come, master, for they seek you now!" he panted. "Who?"
In a few minutes the litter was ready-made of fern-tree branches thickly covered with leaves and odorous grasses. On this he placed the girl. "You, Zangamon, take these boughs here. Bremilu, those others. Now I will hold the light. Back to the cave, now quick!" "We need not the light, master. We see better without it. It dazzles our eyes. Use it for yourself.
Thus the night passed, while Stern kept watch over the girl; and another day crept slowly up the sky, and in the cave now rested four human beings the vanguard of the coming nation. Stern never knew when he, too, drifted off to sleep; but he awoke to find Zangamon sitting beside him, with his cloak drawn over his head, while Beatrice and Bremilu still slept.
"Sleep now, master," Bremilu entreated. "We who are new to this strange world will sit outside the door upon the rock and watch those fires so far above that you call stars. And the big sun-fire that is coming, too we would see that!" "No, not yet!" Stern commanded. "You cannot bear it for a while. Stay within and roll the rock against the door and sleep.
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