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Updated: June 7, 2025
Before long Cliff Villa shone resplendent, to the awe and marvel of the Folk. But Allan made no mystery of it. He explained it all to Zangamon, Bremilu and H'yemba, the smith; and when they seemed to understand, bade them tell the rest. Thus every day some new improvement was installed, or some fresh knowledge spread among the colonists.
Before Stern it seemed a fathomless pit of black was opening. Under the close-woven arches of the giant fern-trees the night was impenetrable. And as yet he dared not dart the light-beam into that pit of darkness, for fear of precipitating an unthinkable tragedy if, indeed, the horror had not already been cons summated. But now Bremilu gripped his arm.
Beatrice herself, flambeau in hand, directed the labor. And as, one by one, the wounded and the broken were released, she ordered them borne to the great cave of Bremilu, the Strong. Bremilu had been in the house of one Jukkos at the time of the catastrophe. His body was one of the first to be found. Beta transformed his cave into a hospital.
His hand flash-lamp showed him the rough path to the terrace. With fast-beating heart he ran down it, unmindful of the unprotected edge or the sheer drop to the rocks of New Hope River, far below. Bremilu and Zangamon, seeing perfectly in the gloom, hurried close behind, with words of awe, wonder and admiration in their own tongue. "Beta! Oh, Beatrice! Home again!" Stern shouted triumphantly.
We need it not!" exclaimed Bremilu, stooping above the body of the dead monster to recover his ax. Involuntarily Allan turned the beam upon the horrible creature. There stood Bremilu, his foot upon the hairy shoulder, tugging hard at the ax-handle. Thrice he had to pull with all his might to loosen the blade which had buried itself deep in the shattered skull.
Many long hours had passed since, his fuel-tanks replenished from the apparatus for distilling the crude naphtha, which he had installed during his first stay in the Abyss, he had risen a second time into that heavy, humid, purple-vapored air. With him he now bore Bremilu, the strong, and Zangamon, most expert of all the fishermen.
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