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Updated: May 23, 2025
Be very patient, very firm and wise; all will be well. "Remember my warnings of the Great Vortex, so very far below our sea, the Lanskaarn, and all those other perils of the Abyss whereof I have spoken. Remember, too, all the traditions of the Cave of Records. Some day, when all else is accomplished, you may find that cave. I have told you everything I know of its location.
Subconsciously he felt that his right hand was wet, and hot, and dripping, but he felt no pain. "One more! Now for another!" And in the opposite direction along the wall he emptied his other revolver. Before the stinging swarm of the steel-jacketed wasps of death the Lanskaarn writhed and melted down with screams such as Dante in his wildest vision never even dreamed.
"We sailed across the Sunken Sea, O Kromno, and reached the islands of the Lanskaarn. There we had to fight and thirty were killed. But we kept on, and in two days, watching for the quiet time between the great tempests, entered the Vortex." "You all got through?" "No master. There was not time. Many were lost; but still we kept on.
The islands of the Lanskaarn, as we call them now, were then joined to the land here. Great changes have taken place. Verily, all is different! Everything was lost language and arts, and even the look of the Folk. "We became as you see us. The tradition itself was forgotten save by a few.
Even as he vaguely saw the swift and supple men, white-skinned yet larger than the Folk, which crowded the whole beach as far as he could pierce the mists with his straining sight, he knew that here was a battle of huge scope and terrible danger. Up from the sea the attackers, the Lanskaarn, were swarming, from their dimly seen canoes. The place was alive with them.
No grains, no soil, or agriculture, no mammals even! Why, the very Eskimo have to depend on mammals for their life! "But these people here, and the Lanskaarn, and whatever other unknown tribes live in this vast Abyss, have to get their entire living from this tepid sea. They don't even possess wood to work with!
"Long ago," continued the old man, "when the book began to crumble, one of my ancestors copied it on gold plates, word by word, letter by letter, every point and line. And our family used only that book of gold and put away the other. But in my grandfather's time the Lanskaarn raided our village and the gold plates went for loot to make them trinkets, so they were lost.
He longed for slaughter now; he lusted blood the blood of the Anthropoid pack which from the beginning had hung upon his flank and been as a thorn unto his flesh. He seemed to feel the joy of rushing them, an automatic in each hand spitting death, just as he had mown down the Lanskaarn in the Battle of the Wall, down below in the Abyss.
The old man, too, was impatient as a child to learn more of this wonder of the upper world. And, translating to the Folk the directions that Stern gave him, he soon had a great throng on the beach, where lay not only the Folk's canoes, but also many left by the slaughtered and dispersed Lanskaarn.
They brought you in, for dead, boy. And I guess they had an awful time about you, from what I've found out " "Big powwow, and all that?" "Yes. If you'd died, they'd have gone on a huge war expedition out to the islands, wherever those are, and simply wiped out the rest of the Lanskaarn. But " "I'm glad I didn't," he interrupted. "No more killing from now on!
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