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Index: https://rumble.com/v3486cm-rahan-index-of-episodes-by-roger-lecureux..html Source of Rahan Comics: Philippe Ropers. https://vk.com/topic-203785966_47424128 Rahan. Episode Eighty-Nine. By Roger Lecureux, drawn by Andre Cheret. The Thing That Stretches. The son of Crao was watching the vapors stretching across the surface of the hot spring when he suddenly felt something crawling up his legs. If Rahan makes the slightest movement he is lost! He had guessed a tarantula! Holding his breath, he felt the spider crawl towards his back. He knew the sting of this beast was deadly. Do not move! Above all, do not move! The hairy paws clung to his shoulder, moved for a moment behind his neck. Page Two. And the tarantula, suddenly disdaining this inert object, swooped down his arm, and buried itself in the grass. With his heart still thumping, the son of Crao saw it heading towards a tree. His fear had been so strong that he had an angry reaction. Hunters will no longer have to fear your venom, damned creature! The ivory blade burst from the lizard sheath, flew towards the tree. Sclock! Rahan's skill was such that his weapon nailed the disgusting beast to its trunk. An instant later, he recovered his knife. Oh! The tree is bleeding! From the incision made by the blade flowed a thick, whitish liquid. Page Three. This “Blood” was not comparable to the resin he knew well. Intrigued, he cut the nearest trunks. And the same phenomenon occurred. All these trees are bleeding. Rahan has gotten lost in a “Forest that bleeds!” He was cutting a new trunk when his sense of smell alerted him to danger. Crouching on a low branch, a panther gathered up to jump. Rahan does not fear you! It was with the tail of one of your sisters that he once made a sheath for his cutlass. Every time fate put him face to face with a black panther, the son of Crao remembered this sheath. So, “Baghae”! What are you waiting for to attack? Would you fear for your tail?! Rahan backed away without taking his eyes off the beast. Page Four. Rahan is ready he. Oh! Stumbling against a root he lost his balance at the very moment when the panther sprung! A sharp swipe of his paw tore his cutlass away. Another tackled him to the ground. Accustomed to these close encounters, he knew that, without a weapon, his only chance was to suffocate the beast. His hands gripped the throat. When the panther broke away from the embrace, and reared up suddenly. Oh! The beast had just collapsed near him. He saw the fine dart that had shot him. Page Five. And men immediately appeared. Rahan thanks you for coming to his aid, brothers! The son of Crao was going to pick up his knife. But a dart stopped his gesture. Do not touch that weapon! We saved you because we want to bring you back to Torua alive! Only he can decide your fate! The blowguns were pointed towards Rahan. Resisting would have been stupid. Why do you treat Rahan as an enemy!? Because you killed the sacred ficus! See! They are losing their blood! The man pointed out indignantly the trees with incisions on their bark. Rahan was taken to a curious village. Women with armed with long poles guarded a pit where snakes were swarming. These cobras are precious! It is their venom! Which makes our darts so formidable! Perhaps Taurua will order you to be handed over to the cobras! Page Six. Rahan appeared before the chief. We saw this hunter strike the "Ficus" with this weapon! Sacrilege! No one has ever shed the blood of a “Ficus”! If they die, you will die too! Trees do not die like this, Torua! Rahan only slightly injured them. They will heal! Hope for it! If Tomorrow the Ficus trees are still bleeding, we will take your life! A little later. The trees will heal, but when? Maybe they will bleed again tomorrow? Rahan must escape before daylight! Confronting the two men who were guarding the entrance to the hut was unthinkable. Their poisonous darts would have struck him down! But if Rahan knows how to climb silently he can escape through the roof! Strong bamboos supported the thatched roof. Page Seven. And it was easy for him to climb up to it. He spread the straw when a piece of timber fell! Oh! The noise will betray Rahan! In fact, the men appearing in the hut saw the captive who widened his opening. The blowguns rose again. And the son of Crao only had time to free himself! Darts whistled in his ears. And he let himself slide down the roof to the ground. When the first cry of alarm rose. He was already leaping into the thickets. Rahan is safe! But he cannot escape without taking back his knife from Torua! Page Eight. Until dawn Rahan roamed around the outskirts of the village. Chance brought him back to the hot spring. The trees are healed! They do not bleed! At the foot of the trunks, the white blood had coagulated into a paste that seemed supple to the touch. What a strange thing! But which was so firm that Rahan could not knead it! So what is the blood of Ficus made of? Why does it get so hard? Irritated at not being able to reshape the "Ball of Blood", he threw it onto the ground. Maybe you will break! And the astonishment froze him. Bouncing once, twice, three times, the ball rolled towards the hot spring! The “Ball of blood” jumps like a “long legs”, like a frog! So what is this thing? Page Nine. His astonishment grew further when he noticed that the ball, in the scalding water, was slowly deforming. An instant later, he was bringing back the “Thing” which was stretching curiously on a branch. It is the heat that softens the blood of ficus trees! Torua and his people know nothing of this mystery since they have never made the ficus trees bleed! The son of Crao was not yet at the end of his surprises. The “Thing” now cooled, could stretch out and double in length. But it returned to its size as soon as he stopped stretching it! Rahan can reveal the secret of the ficus trees to Torua, in exchange for his knife! Page Ten. When Rahan appeared the men rushed towards the jar where they all placed their blowguns. Wait! We have to know why he is giving himself up! Rahan does not give himself up, Torua! He comes back to tell you that the "Ficus" no longer bleed! But their blood has a secret! Look at! Torua, stunned, watched the gum lengthen, shrink, and lengthen. Rahan will tell you the secret if you give him back his knife! Given! The chief had suddenly seized the “Thing” and disputed it with Rahan. And the rubber stretched until it broke. The son of Crao let go, and. Argh! Page Eleven. Although he had been harshly scathed, the chief laughed. Ha-ha-ha! The thing slapped Torua! If you do not reveal his secret, we will throw you to the cobras! The blood of "Ficus" hardens when it dries, but it softens in scalding water! We can then give it the shape we want. And we get the “Thing-that-stretches”! You Lie! Send your people to get the dried blood of the Ficus trees and water from the hot spring! Rahan will prove to you that he is telling the truth! Do as he says bring back the blood and water! We will see if he is capable of a miracle or if he just wants to win more time! The men returned shortly afterwards with a large container of boiling water and pieces of hardened sap. Will these hunters spare Rahan, when they know the secret? Page Twelve. The fate of the son of the fierce ages remained uncertain. But an idea had come to him. Bring the water and blood here! You will soon be convinced that Rahan is not lying! Under watchful eyes he stirred the sap. A paste formed which became more and more fluid. Was Rahan not right? Look how soft the “Thing-that-stretches” is! It is sinking! It is sinking! What, what are you doing!? Suddenly raising the vat, Rahan poured the contents onto the blowpipe jar which he pretended not to see! He wanted to pretend ignorance, to claim to have forgotten the jar. He did not have time. To the Cobras! To the Cobras! Surrounded by ten men he was dragged to the snake pit! Page thirteen. Cobras were coiled here and there, and the man's cry brought them out of their torpor. No! You will not kill Rahan! Rahan was still on the ground when he had to ward off the first attack! Ra-ha-ha! The reptile's head burst under the stone. But others were arriving from all sides! You have made our blowguns unusable, but you will still perish from the venom! With his strong lance, Torua prevented the son of Crao from grabbing the roots! You would have wanted it, Torua! Page Fourteen. Rahan had just snatched the lance so suddenly that Torua lost his balance and fell into the pit. Argh! When he stood up, half dazed, he saw the two cobras ready to bite. Torua will join the land of shadows with you, Rahan! Ra-ha-ha! The pole mowed down the reptiles with such force that they fluttered to the other end of the pit. Get out of the pit, Torua! Now that he has this pole, Rahan has nothing to fear! But what are you waiting for Torua!? Get out of the pit! Striking with force and speed Rahan was able to keep the cobras at a distance. Page Fifteen. The Clan Chief did not understand. Torua wanted you dead and you came to his aid! Who are you then? A simple hunter Torua! As Torua climbed towards his people, an admiring clamor rose up. The son of Crao made an extraordinary leap. Oh! Tore himself from the pit and fell near them. So you could have fled the Cobras as soon as you grabbed the pole! Why did you not do it? Rahan wanted you to live. And to admit that he did not lie about the stretching thing! Look! The soft dough spilled on the blowgun jar had disappeared! Page Sixteen. Where is the blood of the Ficus? Crack! Rahan told you that we could make the “Thing-that-Stretches” as strong as we wanted! You will see. A moment later Rahan extracted from the broken blowpipe a curious whitish strip, round and smooth. The “Blood of the Ficus” flowed inside the blowguns. As it cooled, it took on their shape! The son of Crao was playing with the "Elastic Lanyard”. The clan will be able to make many objects with the "Thing-that-stretches"! The men happily fought over the blowguns. Everyone wanted their “Magic Lanyard”! Was it to prove this to us that you spilled the “Blood of the Ficus” on the jar? Argh, Err. Page Seventeen. Rahan especially feared your poison darts! By blocking the blowpipes, he averted this danger! You will never have anything to fear from mine again! They will not forget that you revealed to us the wonderful secret of the "Ficus"! Take back your weapon, brother! While the hunters indulged in many tricks, the son of fierce ages thought. When you do not have soft wood, the "Thing-that-stretches" could be used to make a bow! We would hold it like this. Schlaf! Argh! The piece of blowgun actually flew away, but the pain was severe. Page Eighteen. Rahan needs a wooden hand! Or wooden fingers. Like these! The pitchforks planted near the fire gave him the idea of a new weapon! And shortly after. Brave and generous. Ingenious and skillful. So you only have these qualities!? Oh No, Torua! Rahan also has faults, like all “those-who-walk-upright”! But perhaps his greatest quality is his curiosity! Rahan would like to explore all the territories, to know all the clans, and to make discoveries like that of the “Ficus”! What benefit did Torua and his people get from the “Forest that bleeds”? The son of Crao would never know! Because the next day he resumed his adventurous trail. Other mysteries awaited him, beyond the horizon. The mysteries of nature that could generate these strange trees whose sap, thousands of years later, would be called rubber.

Index: https://rumble.com/v3486cm-rahan-index-of-episodes-by-roger-lecureux..html Source of Rahan Comics: Philippe Ropers. https://vk.com/topic-203785966_47424128 Rahan. Episode Eighty-Eight. By Roger Lecureux, drawn by Andre Cheret. The Secret of Wandaka. Exhausted and panting, the woman stared in fear at the bushes which were parting. Who? Who are you? What do you want from me? Rahan saw you running away! And Rahan always comes to the aid of “Those-who-walk-upright.” What endangers and threatens you then? I am fleeing my people because they want to sacrifice Woha to the gods of the lake! I will not let them deliver my son to the beast of "Wankada"! The cries were approaching. Here they are! My people always welcome unarmed strangers. But if they find you with this weapon, you are lost! Page Two. In this case, Rahan will not give your brothers the opportunity to get angry! Barely had the son of Crao hidden his knife of ivory. That hunters appeared. Your escape is sacrilege Nooka! No one can escape the will of the Gods! Deliver them to Woha without whimpering! No! No, Woha is the flesh of my flesh! But it is also the first day of the Green Leaf Season! And custom demands that he be handed over to the gods! No god deserves the sacrifice of a little man brothers! The spears rose suddenly. We do not know who you are "Hair-of-fire." Since you are unarmed, you can go in peace or stay among us. But never oppose our gods! Never! Page Three. The young mother's pain upset the son of Crao. Rahan must find a way to convince these hunters! Rahan must stay! If The Clan's village, near a lake, was similar to many others, what stood in the middle of the lake was fantastic. Rahan must be dreaming! The stone idol was so gigantic that it was unimaginable that it could have been erected there by men! Since we discovered this territory, "Wandaka" has protected our clan! Only gods could make "Wandaka" spring from this lake! The lake is sacred and none of us has ever violated the tranquility of its waters! The skiff, on which the sacrificed child had been placed, sailed gently towards the idol. To thank the gods we sacrifice to them the first of the season of green leaves. Page Four. And suddenly. “Wandaka” has unleashed the beast! This means he accepts our offering! Oh! A swirl agitated the surface. A monstrous turtle, as big as a “Two-Tooth”, lifted the skiff and turned it over! Rahan will not abandon this little man to the “horn back”! Ra-ha-ha! Sacrilege! “Hair of Fire” violates the sacred waters! He challenges "Wandaka" and the lake gods! A few spears whistled. But the Son of Crao Was swimming between two waters, towards the child in peril. You shall not devour Woha horn back! Oh! , You flee? Page Five. The giant turtle had never faced a man in its aquatic kingdom. Was it afraid of this fast and vigorous fish-man? Without a doubt. It disappeared into the greenish depths where Rahan glimpsed the base of the fantastic idol. When he placed the child on a projection of the idol, the clamors redoubled. Death to “Hair of Fire!” Death for the sacrilege for he who defiles “Wandaka”! Nooka moved away from her family to chase away her tears of emotion. Rahan saved Woha from the beast. But for how long? As soon as he reaches the shore the clan will kill him and give him Woha back as an offering! The son of Crao knew he was safe around the idol. And he had just made a strange discovery. Axes! And “Stones-that-throw-stars”! Page Six. An instant later. Stop screaming for death and listen, brothers! Rahan has just seen what you never discovered! "Wandaka" was not built by gods, but carved on site by men! You hear! By men! You have lost your mind, “Hair of Fire”! How could puny hunters have carved in the middle of a lake? An idol higher than the tallest of the trees!? The son of Crao admitted that this question troubled him. How could men have carved this stone face that rose so high into the sky? If Rahan found the explanation, the clan would stop believing in the lake gods! They would no longer indulge in these odious sacrifices! Page Seven. How could “Those Who Walk Upright” have sculpted the fantastic idol? He thought of impossible human pyramids. And of incredible scaffolding. But he rejected all these hypotheses and, at the end of the day the question remained unanswered. And with the night the calm returned. The hunters are asleep! When Rahan finds his knife he will take Woha to another territory! Unless the "horn back" itself drags him into the territory of shadows. The beast from the lake had just appeared behind him. This time, the monstrous turtle did not flee, it followed in the wake of the man. Faster, Rahan! Faster! To save your life and that of Woha! Page Eight. When he finally reached the shore where he knew the beast would be clumsy, Rahan could not stifle his cry of victory. Ra-ha-ha! Nooka was there. Since sunset I've been waiting for you, Rahan! Let us run away! The “Beast of the Lake” will ransack the village, as usual! Let us run away! Let us flee! The giant tortoise was now crawling towards the huts from which clamors of fear arose. Take care of your little one, Nooka! Rahan must find his weapon! Ooh! The Knife! The monster, dragging itself heavily, had just upset the place where Rahan had concealed the ivory weapon! Where was his knife buried now? Here? Further away? Further still? While the son of wild ages feverishly dug the sand here and there. Page Nine. The beast of the lake, which no hunter wanted to oppose, was spreading panic. Spare our clan, “Wandaka”! Call the “Beast” back to you! Rahan, who was still searching, suddenly screamed with joy. He had just felt the polished shaft of his weapon under his fingers! As he freed the knife, that had been buried in the sand, a dazzling idea crossed his mind. Rahan knows how “Those-who-walk-upright were able to sculpt the idol! However, the monster was dislocating the fragile huts before the eyes of the terrorized hunters. Will you let him destroy your village without reacting, brothers!? Round backs are not sacred! He is just an evil monster who will steal your life if you do not take his! Page Ten. Back “Hump-back”, back! Setting an example, Rahan stood his ground. He knew that the horn-backed beast only offered one vulnerable organ. The neck! The clan stood like statues, and did not react. If "Fire Hair" can keep the Beast of the Lake in check, perhaps it is because it was not sent by the gods? Threatened by the torch, the monster's head occasionally retracted under the horn rampart. You are afraid, Round Back! But it sprang out immediately and its frightening mouth tried to grab the man. You are not fast enough for Rahan "Round Back"! Suddenly. Oh! The son of Crao, losing his balance, had let the torch escape. The hideous head swayed. Page Eleven. The neck only appeared for a brief moment but it was sufficient. Ra-ha-ha! The ivory blade had sliced the soft flesh of the throat! Ra-ha-ha! The head retracted again, but this time forever. In its inviolable shell the monster was dying! Only then did the clan seem to regain its breath. The “Beast of the Lake” was not sent by the gods! Neither her nor “Wandaka” brothers! The idol was sculpted by men who, in the dawn of time, preceded you to this territory! And Rahan believes he knows how they were able to achieve this fantastic work. Rahan buried his knife entirely in the sand. Imagine that the knife represents a very tall rock buried deep in the ground. One day our ancestors discovered it. Page Twelve. They first start by sculpting the face of "Wandaka." Then they dig the sandy soil to continue their work. Throughout the seasons, they dig, clear and sculpt the rock! How many seasons did this work require? We will never know! Later, the springs seeping into the basin, transformed it into a lake! There is revealed, the secret of “Wandaka” The idol, now without mystery, stood in the fires of the east. You have revealed the inexplicable to us! We will no longer have to make offerings to “Wandaka”! Woha babbled under her mother's tender kisses. Rahan thought of the courage and tenacity of those who had dug this lake. And he felt proud to belong to this species. May you compete with the gods: That of “Those-who-walk-upright”!

Index: https://rumble.com/v3486cm-rahan-index-of-episodes-by-roger-lecureux..html Source of Rahan Comics: Philippe Ropers. https://vk.com/topic-203785966_47424128 Rahan. Episode Eighty-Seven. By Roger Lecureux, drawn by Andre Cheret. The venom of docility. The man who had just been discovered by the son of Crao had ceased to live, and yet his body bore no injuries! This bamboo was undoubtedly his weapon? But what could it be used for? What game did this hunter capture? Something was moving in the skin bag. Intrigued, Rahan cut the vine. Page Two. Oh! Nahjaks! Rahan knew that the najas were among the most formidable of reptiles. Their bite was unforgiving! Rahan Understands! This pole must be used to catch snakes! As a sign of anger they inflated their collars. But they did not have time to strike! Ra-ha-ha! The najas were disappearing into the grass when men appeared. Look! He killed Jorko! Rahan does not kill "Those-who-walk-upright"! Besides, this hunter has no injuries! Page Three. He must have been bitten by one of those Nah-jaks he was hunting! A man snatched the Bamboo pole from Rahan. Give! A moment later, with remarkable skill, he captured a reptile. His companions came running with the skin bag. Taking advantage of this diversion, the son of Crao jumped into the foliage, where he disappeared. And immediately. Let us alert our tribe! We have to find the man with the “Fire Hair”! Jouhara will need his body! Why do the hunters not kill the Nah-Jaks? Why keep such dangerous beasts alive? Rahan discreetly tailed the trio. Page Four. A little later. “Fire hair” will be a wonderful captive! We must bring him back to Jouhara alive! The whole clan, women, men, and children were on the hunt. Rahan had seen the Bag being carried to the great hut. He had also seen this pit. Hum. This clan must worship the Nah-Jaks! The bottom of the pit was teeming with countless reptiles! Perhaps they deliver their enemies to the Nah-Jaks! At this thought the son of fierce ages felt his blood run cold! Oh! Since "fire hair" had the audacity to come over here, Jouhara is going to make him pay for his curiosity! Page Five. Rahan did not hear the little old man slipping behind him. Argh! Rahan is lost! He will join the territory of the shadows! The Nahjas were rising up on all sides and Rahan, in fact, had no chance of surviving! No! No! Ra-ha-ha! The blade of ivory cut at the bodies, decapitating the snakes. But this stubborn resistance was in vain. The reptiles attacked him from everywhere, biting all his limbs. Argh! Ten times he succumbed to the devastating effects of the terrible venom. Now, He felt nothing. Except for the disgusting contact of the scaly bodies! What? What? Rahan is still alive? Why? Why? Page Six Ha-ha-ha! Admit that Jouhara gave you a great scare, “Hair of Fire”! These Nah-Jaks are harmless! We pulled out their venom fangs. To make poison for our arrows! We keep them in this pit only to impress our prisoners! The hunters, disappointed, returned. Ha-ha-ha! Jouhara did not need you to capture "Fire Hair"! It was with immense relief that the son of Crao tore himself away from the teeming and hideous mass. But, the arrows that were pointed at him he now knew were poisoned. You were right, he is robust! Let us hope he can handle the "Venom of Docility"! Page Seven. For many moons, I have dreamed of a poison that would not kill our enemies, but would break their will, making them docile like slaves. This “Docility Venom” I make with that of Nah-Jaks and other mixtures. Alas, to this day no captive has survived. Rahan will not be not a new victim of your experiments! The son of Crao disengaged himself from the men who held him. But. Argh! Confine him in the hut! A little later. Rahan will quickly break these bonds! But after that? In the darkness of the hut he could make out jars of water and other beverages. Screaming sounds came from a bamboo vat. Page Eight. The bonds were harder to break than he thought. But they gave in all the same! In the tank, Najas would be tangled. Hum. If these are not in the pit it is because we have not yet removed their venom fangs! Small bowls of earth contained a clear, transparent liquid. The venom of docility of Jouhara! However, Jouhara harangued the clan. Thanks to the venom of docility, we will become the most powerful clan in the territory! Let us hope the venom does not kill the captive! As is habit! Page Nine. Two men had rushed towards the large hut. Alert! Alert! He has gotten free! All the hunters rushed forwards. And the son of fierce ages appeared, pushing the vat to the Najas. Get back, all of you! The overturned vat rolled among the men, spilling out its formidable contents. But this moment of panic was very brief. The hunters of Najas, with their remarkable skill, were already reacting. Rahan thought the moment was right to escape. But. Schtock! It is just a warning, "Fire hair"! Page Ten. And do not forget that all our arrows are poisoned! You will not shoot since you need Rahan alive! It is true. But rather than seeing you escape from us, we will not hesitate! Ha-ha-ha! The other captives were small and frail. This is why they succumbed! But you are a strong hunter! You will endure the “Venom of Docility”! Jouhara plunged a long thorn into the venom. The son of Crao did not have a chance of surviving. But the arcs remained drawn. He resigned himself. And the thorn penetrated deep into his vein! Page Eleven. And jouhara screamed with joy. He has not been struck down like the others! He is alive! I have succeeded! I have discovered “The venom of docility”! Crawl, Rahan! Crawl at my feet! A murmur of astonishment arose when the captive complied. And crawled servilely at Jouhara's feet. Ah-ha-ha-ha! From now on all our prisoners will become as docile! The son of Crao no longer had any reflexes or reactions whatsoever. He knew nothing except for the orders given to him. Ah-ha-ha! You can give him back his knife! Rahan no longer needs knife! But yes Rahan, but yes. You will need it! Page Twelve. You will need it to go hunting for us! Go! Rahan, go and bring us some game before nightfall! The triumphant clan watched their slave walk away towards the forest, with the hesitant gait of a sleepwalker. But, as soon as he was out of sight, it was the son of Crao who let his joy explode. Ha-ha-ha! They will wait for Rahan for a long time! He saw himself again, in the hut, emptying the bowls of translucent venom and replacing it. With pure water! Ra-ha-ha! To escape this clan, these Nah-jaks, these poisoned arrows, this devastating venom, Rahan had to play a strange comedy. And it was because he had played it well that his cry of victory was so vibrant.

Epic of Gilgamesh. The Translated by Maureen Gallery Kovacs. Electronic Edition by Wolf Carnahan, 1998. Audio revision by PukeOnAPlate 2024. Tablet One. He who has seen everything, I will make known to the lands. I will teach about him who experienced all things, alike, Anu granted him the totality of knowledge of all. He saw the Secret, discovered the Hidden, he brought information of (the time) before the Flood. He went on a distant journey, pushing himself to exhaustion, but then was brought to peace. He carved on a stone stela all of his toils, and built the wall of Uruk-Haven, the wall of the sacred Eanna Temple, the holy sanctuary. Look at its wall which gleams like copper, inspect its inner wall, the likes of which no one can equal! Take hold of the threshold stone, it dates from ancient times! Go close to the Eanna Temple, the residence of Ishtar, such as no later king or man ever equaled! Go up on the wall of Uruk and walk around, examine its foundation, inspect its brickwork thoroughly. Is not (even the core of) the brick structure made of kiln-fired brick, and did not the Seven Sages themselves lay out its plans. One league city, one league palm gardens, one league lowlands, the open area of the Ishtar Temple, three leagues and the open area of Uruk it, the wall, encloses. Find the copper tablet box, open the of its lock of bronze, undo the fastening of its secret opening. Take and read out from the lapis lazuli tablet how Gilgamesh went through every hardship. Supreme over other kings, lordly in appearance, he is the hero, born of Uruk, the goring wild bull. He walks out in front, the leader, and walks at the rear, trusted by his companions. Mighty net, protector of his people, raging flood-wave who destroys even walls of stone! Offspring of Lugalbanda, Gilgamesh is strong to perfection, son of the august cow, Rimat-Ninsun, Gilgamesh is awesome to perfection. It was he who opened the mountain passes, who dug wells on the flank of the mountain. It was he who crossed the ocean, the vast seas, to the rising sun, who explored the world regions, seeking life. It was he who reached by his own sheer strength Utanapishtim, the Faraway, who restored the sanctuaries (or: cities) that the Flood had destroyed! For teeming mankind. Who can compare with him in kingliness? Who can say like Gilgamesh: I am King! Whose name, from the day of his birth, was called Gilgamesh? Two-thirds of him is god, one-third of him is human. The Great Goddess, Aruru, designed the model for his body, she prepared his form beautiful, handsomest of men, perfect He walks around in the enclosure of Uruk, Like a wild bull he makes himself mighty, head raised, over others. There is no rival who can raise his weapon against him. His fellows stand at the alert, attentive to his orders, and the men of Uruk become anxious in Gilgamesh does not leave a son to his father, day and night he arrogantly. Is Gilgamesh the shepherd of Uruk-Haven, is he the shepherd. Bold, eminent, knowing, and wise! Gilgamesh does not leave a girl to her mother. The daughter of the warrior, the bride of the young man, the gods kept hearing their complaints, so the gods of the heavens implored the Lord of Uruk, Anu. You have indeed brought into being a mighty wild bull, head raised! There is no rival who can raise a weapon against him. His fellows stand, at the alert, attentive to his orders! Gilgamesh does not leave a son to his father, day and night he arrogantly Is he the shepherd of Uruk-Haven, is he their shepherd bold, eminent, knowing, and wise, Gilgamesh does not leave a girl to her mother! The daughter of the warrior, the bride of the young man, Anu listened to their complaints, and the gods called out to Aruru: It was you, Aruru, who created mankind, now create a zikru to it, him. Let him be equal to his, Gilgamesh's, stormy heart, let them be a match for each other so that Uruk may find peace! When Aruru heard this she created within herself the zikrtt of Anu. Aruru washed her hands, she pinched off some clay, and threw it into the wilderness. In the wildness she created valiant Enkidu, born of Silence, endowed with strength by Ninurta. His whole body was shaggy with hair, he had a full head of hair like a woman, his locks billowed in profusion like Ashnan. He knew neither people nor settled living, but wore a garment like Sumukan. He ate grasses with the gazelles, and jostled at the watering hole with the animals, as with animals, his thirst was slaked with (mere) water. A notorious trapper came face-to-face with him opposite the watering hole. A first, a second, and a third day he came face-to-face with him opposite the watering hole. On seeing him the trapper's face went stark with fear, and he (Enkidu?) and his animals drew back home. He was rigid with fear, though stock-still his heart pounded and his face drained of color. He was miserable to the core, and his face looked like one who had made a long journey. The trapper addressed his father saying: Father, a certain fellow has come from the mountains. He is the mightiest in the land, his strength is as mighty as the meteorite of Anu! He continually goes over the mountains, he continually jostles at the watering place with the animals, he continually plants his feet opposite the watering place. I was afraid, so I did not go up to him. He filled in the pits that I had dug, wrenched out my traps that I had spread, released from my grasp the wild animals. He does not let me make my rounds in the wilderness! The trapper's father spoke to him saying: My son, there lives in Uruk a certain Gilgamesh. There is no one stronger than he, he is as strong as the meteorite of Anu. Go, set off to Uruk, tell Gilgamesh of this Man of Might. He will give you the harlot Shamhat, take her with you. The woman will overcome the fellow as if she were strong. When the animals are drinking at the watering place have her take off her robe and expose her sex. When he sees her he will draw near to her, and his animals, who grew up in his wilderness, will be alien to him. He heeded his father's advice. The trapper went off to Uruk, he made the journey, stood inside of Uruk, and declared to Gilgamesh: There is a certain fellow who has come from the mountains, he is the mightiest in the land, his strength is as mighty as the meteorite of Anu! He continually goes over the mountains, he continually jostles at the watering place with the animals, he continually plants his feet opposite the watering place. I was afraid, so I did not go up to him. He filled in the pits that I had dug, wrenched out my traps that I had spread, released from my grasp the wild animals. He does not let me make my rounds in the wilderness! Gilgamesh said to the trapper: Go, trapper, bring the harlot, Shamhat, with you. When the animals are drinking at the watering place have her take off her robe and expose her sex. When he sees her he will draw near to her, and his animals, who grew up in his wilderness, will be alien to him. The trapper went, bringing the harlot, Shamhat, with him. They set off on the journey, making direct way. On the third day they arrived at the appointed place, and the trapper and the harlot sat down at their posts. A first day and a second they sat opposite the watering hole. The animals arrived and drank at the watering hole, the wild beasts arrived and slaked their thirst with water. Then he, Enkidu, offspring of the mountains, who eats grasses with the gazelles, came to drink at the watering hole with the animals, with the wild beasts he slaked his thirst with water. Then Shamhat saw him, a primitive, a savage fellow from the depths of the wilderness! That is he, Shamhat! Release your clenched arms, expose your sex so he can take in your voluptuousness. Do not be restrained, take his energy! When he sees you he will draw near to you. Spread out your robe so he can lie upon you, and perform for this primitive the task of womankind! His animals, who grew up in his wilderness, will become alien to him, and his lust will groan over you. Shamhat unclutched her bosom, exposed her sex, and he took in her voluptuousness. She was not restrained, but took his energy. She spread out her robe and he lay upon her, she performed for the primitive the task of womankind. His lust groaned over her, for six days and seven nights Enkidu stayed aroused, and had intercourse with the harlot until he was sated with her charms. But when he turned his attention to his animals, the gazelles saw Enkidu and darted off, the wild animals distanced themselves from his body. Enkidu his utterly depleted body, his knees that wanted to go off with his animals went rigid, Enkidu was diminished, his running was not as before. But then he drew himself up, for his understanding had broadened. Turning around, he sat down at the harlot's feet, gazing into her face, his ears attentive as the harlot spoke. The harlot said to Enkidu: You are beautiful, Enkidu, you are become like a god. Why do you gallop around the wilderness with the wild beasts? Come, let me bring you into Uruk-Haven, to the Holy Temple, the residence of Anu and Ishtar, the place of Gilgamesh, who is wise to perfection, but who struts his power over the people like a wild bull. What she kept saying found favor with him. Becoming aware of himself, he sought a friend. Enkidu spoke to the harlot: Come, Shamhat, take me away with you to the sacred Holy Temple, the residence of Anu and Ishtar, the place of Gilgamesh, who is wise to perfection, but who struts his power over the people like a wild bull. I will challenge him. Let me shout out in Uruk: I am the mighty one! Lead me in and I will change the order of things, he whose strength is mightiest is the one born in the wilderness! Shamhat to Enkidu: Come, let us go, so he may see your face. I will lead you to Gilgamesh. I know where he will be. Look about, Enkidu, inside Uruk-Haven, where the people show off in skirted finery, where every day is a day for some festival, where the lyre and drum play continually, where harlots stand about prettily, exuding voluptuousness, full of laughter and on the couch of night the sheets are spread. Enkidu, you who do not know, how to live, I will show you Gilgamesh, a man of extreme feelings. Look at him, gaze at his face, he is a handsome youth, with freshness, his entire body exudes voluptuousness He has mightier strength than you, without sleeping day or night! Enkidu, it is your wrong thoughts you must change! It is Gilgamesh whom Shamhat loves, and Anu, Enlil, and La have enlarged his mind. Even before you came from the mountain Gilgamesh in Uruk had dreams about you. Gilgamesh got up and revealed the dream, saying to his mother: Mother, I had a dream last night. Stars of the sky appeared, and some kind of meteorite of Anu fell next to me. I tried to lift it but it was too mighty for me, I tried to turn it over but I could not budge it. The Land of Uruk was standing around it, the whole land had assembled about it, the populace was thronging around it, the Men clustered about it, and kissed its feet as if it were a little baby. I loved it and embraced it as a wife. I laid it down at your feet, and you made it compete with me. The mother of Gilgamesh, the wise, all-knowing, said to her Lord, Rimat-Ninsun, the wise, all-knowing, said to Gilgamesh: As for the stars of the sky that appeared and the meteorite of Anu which fell next to you, you tried to lift but it was too mighty for you, you tried to turn it over but were unable to budge it, you laid it down at my feet, and I made it compete with you, and you loved and embraced it as a wife. There will come to you a mighty man, a comrade who saves his friend, he is the mightiest in the land, he is strongest, his strength is mighty as the meteorite of Anu! You loved him and embraced him as a wife, and it is he who will repeatedly save you. Your dream is good and propitious! A second time Gilgamesh said to his mother: Mother, I have had another dream: At the gate of my marital chamber there lay an axe, and people had collected about it. The Land of Uruk was standing around it, the whole land had assembled about it, the populace was thronging around it. I laid it down at your feet, I loved it and embraced it as a wife, and you made it compete with me. The mother of Gilgamesh, the wise, all-knowing, said to her son, Rimat-Ninsun, the wise, all-knowing, said to Gilgamesh: The axe that you saw (is) a man, (that) you love him and embrace as a wife, but (that) I have compete with you. There will come to you a mighty man, a comrade who saves his friend, he is the mightiest in the land, he is strongest, he is as mighty as the meteorite of Anu! Gilgamesh spoke to his mother saying: By the command of Enlil, the Great Counselor, so may it to pass! May I have a friend and adviser, a friend and adviser may I have! You have interpreted for me the dreams about him! After the harlot recounted the dreams of Gilgamesh to Enkidu the two of them made love. Tablet Two. Enkidu sits in front of her. The next 30 lines are missing, some of the fragmentary lines from 35 on are restored from parallels in the Old Babylonian. Why. His own counsel. At his instruction. Who knows his heart Shamhat pulled off her clothing, and clothed him with one piece while she clothed herself with a second. She took hold of him as the gods do' and brought him to the hut of the shepherds. The shepherds gathered all around about him, they marveled to themselves: How the youth resembles Gilgamesh, tall in stature, towering up to the battlements over the wall! Surely he was born in the mountains, his strength is as mighty as the meteorite of Anu! They placed food in front of him, they placed beer in front of him, Enkidu knew nothing about eating bread for food, and of drinking beer he had not been taught. The harlot spoke to Enkidu, saying: Eat the food, Enkidu, it is the way one lives. Drink the beer, as is the custom of the land. Enkidu ate the food until he was sated, he drank the beer-seven jugs, and became expansive and sang with joy! He was elated and his face glowed. He splashed his shaggy body with water, and rubbed himself with oil, and turned into a human. He put on some clothing and became like a warrior. He took up his weapon and chased lions so that the shepherds could eat He routed the wolves, and chased the lions. With Enkidu as their guard, the herders could lie down. A wakeful man, a singular youth, he was twice as tall as normal men. The next 33 lines are missing in the Standard Version, lines 57 to 86 are taken from the Old Babylonian. Then he raised his eyes and saw a man. He said to the harlot: Shamhat, have that man go away! Why has he come? I will call out his name! The harlot called out to the man and went over to him and spoke with him. Young man, where are you hurrying! Why this arduous pace! The young man spoke, saying to Enkidu: They have invited me to a wedding, as is the custom of the people. The selection of brides, I have heaped up tasty delights for the wedding on the ceremonial platter. For the King of Broad-Marted Uruk, open is the veil of the people for choosing, a girl. For Gilgamesh, the King of Broad-Marted Uruk, open is the veil of the people for choosing. He will have intercourse with the destined wife, he first, the husband afterward. This is ordered by the counsel of Anu, from the severing of his umbilical cord it has been destined for him. At the young man's speech his, Enkidu's, face flushed with anger. Several lines are missing. Enkidu walked in front, and Shamhat after him. The Standard Version resumes. He, Enkidu, walked down the street of Uruk-Haven, mighty. He blocked the way through Uruk the Sheepfold. The land of Uruk stood around him, the whole land assembled about him, the populace was thronging around him, the men were clustered about him, and kissed his feet as if he were a little baby. Suddenly a handsome young man For Ishara the bed of night/marriage is ready, for Gilgamesh as for a god a counterpart is set up. Enkidu blocked the entry to the marital chamber, and would not allow Gilgamreh to be brought in. They grappled with each other at the entry to the marital chamber, in the street they attacked each other, the public square of the land. The doorposts trembled and the wall shook, About 42 lines are missing from the Standard Version, lines 103 to 129 are taken from the Old Babylonian version. Gilgamesh bent his knees, with his other foot on the ground, his anger abated and he turned his chest away. After he turned his chest Enkidu said to Gilgamesh: Your mother bore you ever unique, the Wild Cow of the Enclosure, Ninsun, your head is elevated over other men, Enlil has destined for you the kingship over the people. 19 lines are missing here. They kissed each other and became friends. The Old Babylonian becomes fragmentary. The Standard Version resumes. His strength is the mightiest in the land! His strength is as mighty as the meteorite of Anu, The mother of Gilgamesh spoke to Gilgamesh, saying, Rimat-Ninsun said to her son: Rimar-Ninsun. My son Plaintively. She went up into his, Shamash's, gateway, plaintively she implored: Enkidu has no father or mother, his shaggy hair no one cuts. He was born in the wilderness, no one raised him. Enkidu was standing there, and heard the speech. He and sat down and wept, his eyes filled with tears, his arms felt limp, his strength weakened. They took each other by the hand, and, their hands like Enkidu made a declaration to Gilgamesh. 32 lines are missing here. in order to protect the Cedar Forest Enlil assigned (Humbaba) as a terror to human beings, Humbaba's roar is a Flood, his mouth is Fire, and his breath is Death! He can hear 100 leagues away any rustling in his forest! Who would go down into his forest! Enlil assigned him as a terror to human beings, and whoever goes down into his forest paralysis will strike! Gilgamesh spoke to Enkidu saying: What you say About 42 lines are missing here in the Standard Version, lines 228 to 249 are taken from the Old Babylonian. Who, my Friend, can ascend to the heavens! Only the gods can dwell forever with Shamash. As for human beings, their days are numbered, and whatever they keep trying to achieve is but wind! Now you are afraid of death, what has become of your bold strength! I will go in front of you, and your mouth can call out: Go on closer, do not be afraid! Should I fall, I will have established my fame. They will say: It was Gilgamesh who locked in battle with Humbaba the Terrible! You were born and raised in the wilderness, a lion leaped up on you, so you have experienced it all! 5 lines are fragmentary. I will undertake it and I will cut down the Cedar. It is I who will establish fame for eternity! Come, my friend, I will go over to the forge and have them cast the weapons in our presence! Holding each other by the hand they went over to the forge. The Standard Version resumes at this point. The craftsmen sat and discussed with one another. We should fashion the axe. The hatchet should he one talent in weight Their swords should be one talent Their armor one talent, their armor. Gilgamesh said to the men of Uruk: Listen to me, men. 5 lines are missing here. You, men of Uruk, who know I want to make myself more mighty, and will go on a distant journey! I will face fighting such as I have never known, I will set out on a road I have never traveled! Give me your blessings! I will enter the city gate of Uruk I will devote myself to the New Year's Festival. I will perform the New Year's (ceremonies) in The New Year's Festival will take place, celebrations They will keep shouting Hurrah! in Enkidu spoke to the Elders: What the men of Uruk Say to him that he must nor go to the Cedar Forest, the journey is not to be made! A man who. The Guardian of the Cedar Forest. The Noble Counselors of Uruk arose and delivered their advice to Gilgamesh: You are young, Gilgamesh, your heart carries you off you do not know what you are talking about! gave birth to you. Humbaba's roar is a Flood, his mouth is Fire, his breath Death! He can hear any rustling in his forest 100 leagues away! Who would go down into his forest! Who among even the Igigi gods can confront him? In order to keep the Cedar safe, Enlil assigned him as a terror to human beings. Gilgamesh listened to the statement of his Noble Counselors. About 5 lines are missing to the end of Tablet Two. Tablet Three. The Elders spoke to Gilgamesh, saying: Gilgamesh, do not put your trust in (just) your vast strength, but keep a sharp eye out, make each blow strike in mark! The one who goes on ahead saves the comrade. The one who knows the route protects his friend. Let Enkidu go ahead of you, he knows the road to the Cedar Forest, he has seen fighting, has experienced battle. Enkidu will protect the friend, will keep the comrade safe. Let his body urge him back to the wives. in our Assembly we have entrusted the King to you (Enkidu), and on your return you must entrust the King back to us! Gilgamesh spoke to Enkidu, saying: Come on, my friend, let us go to the Egalmah Temple, to Ninsun, the Great Queen, Ninsun is wise, all-knowing. She will put the advisable path at our feet. Taking each other by the hand, Gilgamesh and Enkidu walked to the Egalmah, Great Palace, to Ninsun, the Great Queen. Gilgamesh arose and went to her. Ninsun, even though I am extraordinarily strong I must now travel a long way to where Humbaba is, I must face fighting such as I have not known, and I must travel on a road that I do not know! Until the time that I go and return, until I reach the Cedar Forest, until I kill Humbaba the Terrible, and eradicate from the land something baneful that Shamash hates, intercede with Shamash on my behalf If I kill Humbaba and cut his Cedar let there be rejoicing all over the land, and I will erect a monument of the victory before you! The words of Gilgamesh, her son, grieving, Queen Ninsun heard over and over. Ninsun went into her living quarters. She washed herself with the purity plant, she donned a robe worthy of her body, she donned jewels worthy of her chest, she donned her sash, and put on her crown. She sprinkled water from a bowl onto the ground. She and went up to the roof. She went up to the roof and set incense in front of Shamash, .I she offered fragrant cuttings, and raised her arms to Shamash. Why have you imposed, nay, inflicted! A restless heart on my son, Gilgamesh! Now you have touched him so that he wants to travel a long way to where Humbaba is He will face fighting such as he has not known, and will travel on a road that he does not know! Until he goes away and returns, until he reaches the Cedar Forest, until he kills Humbaba the Terrible, and eradicates from the land something baneful that you hate, on the day that you see him on the road may Aja, the Bride, without fear remind you, and command also the Watchmen of the Night, the stars, and at night your father, Sin. She banked up the incense and uttered the ritual words. She called to Enkidu and would give him instructions: Enkidu the Mighty, you are not of my womb, but now I speak to you along with the sacred votaries of Gilgamesh, the high priestesses, the holy women, the temple servers. She laid a pendant on Enkidu's neck, the high-priestesses took and the daughters-of-the-gods I have taken Enkidu Enkidu to Gilgamesh I have taken. Until he goes and returns, until he reaches the Cedar Forest, be it a month be it a year. About 11 lines are missing here, and the placement of the following fragment is uncertain. The gate of cedar Enkidu in the Temple of Shamash, and Gilgamesh in the Egalmah. He made an offering of cuttings the sons of the king. Perhaps some 60 lines are missing here. Enkidu will protect the friend, will keep the comrade safe, Let his body urge him back to the wives. In our Assembly we have entrusted the King to you, and on your return you must entrust the King back to us! Enkidu spoke to Gilgamesh saying: My Friend, turn back! The road. The last lines are missing. Tablet four. At twenty leagues they broke for some food, at thirty leagues they stopped for the night, walking Fifty leagues in a whole day, a walk of a month and a half. On the third day they drew near to the Lebanon. They dug a well facing Shamash, the setting sun, Gilgamesh climbed up a mountain peak, made a libation of flour, and said: Mountain, bring me a dream, a favorable message from Shamash. Enkidu prepared a sleeping place for him for the night; a violent wind passed through so he attached a covering. He made him lie down, and in a circle. They, like grain from the mountain. While Gilgamesh rested his chin on his knees, sleep that pours over mankind overtook him. In the middle of the night his sleep came to an end, so he got up and said to his friend: My friend, did you not call out to me? Why did I wake up? Did you not touch me? Why am I so disturbed? Did a god pass by? Why are my muscles trembling? Enkidu, my friend, I have had a dream, and the dream I had was deeply disturbing in the mountain gorges the mountain fell down on me us. Wet, like flies. He who was born in the wilderness, Enkidu, interpreted the dream for his friend: My friend, your dream is favorable. The dream is extremely important. My friend, the mountain which you saw in the dream is Humbaba. It means we will capture Humbaba, and kill him and throw his corpse into the wasteland. In the morning there will be a favorable message from Shamash. At twenty leagues they broke for some food, at thirty leagues they stopped for the night, walking fifty leagues in a whole day, a walk of a month and a half. They dug a well facing Shamash Gilgamesh climbed up a mountain peak, made a libation of flour, and said, Mountain, bring me a dream, a favorable message from Shamash. Enkidu prepared a sleeping place for him for the night; a violent wind passed through so he attached a covering. He made him lie down, and in a circle. They like grain from the mountain While Gilgamesh rested his chin on his knees, sleep that pours over mankind overtook him, in the middle of the night his sleep came to an end, so he got up and said to his friend: My friend, did you not call out to me? Why did I wake up? Did you not touch me? Why am I so disturbed? Did a god pass by? Why are my muscles trembling? Enkidu, my friend, I have had a dream, besides my first dream, a second. And the dream I had, so striking, so, so disturbing! I was grappling with a wild bull of the wilderness, with his bellow he split the ground, a cloud of dust to the sky. I sank to my knees in front of him. He holds that encircled, my arm. My tongue hung out. My temples throbbed. He gave me water to drink from his waterskin. My friend, the god to whom we go is not the wild bull? He is totally different? The wild bull that you saw is Shamash, the protector, in difficulties he holds our hand. The one who gave you water to drink from his waterskin is your personal) god, who brings honor to you, Lugalbanda. We should join together and do one thing, a deed such as has never (before) been done in the land. At twenty leagues they broke for some food, at thirty leagues they stopped for the night, walking fifty leagues in a whole day, a walk of a month and a half. They dug a well facing Shamash, Gilgamesh climbed up a mountain peak, made a libation of flour, and said: Mountain, bring me a dream, a favorable message from Shamash. Enkidu prepared a sleeping place for him for the night; a violent wind passed through so he attached a covering. He made him lie down, and in a circle. They like grain from the mountain. While Gilgamesh rested his chin on his knees, sleep that pours over mankind overtook him. In the middle of the night his sleep came to an end, so he got up and said to his friend: My friend, did you nor call out to me? Why did I wake up? Did you not touch me? Why am I so disturbed? Did a god pass by) Why are my muscles trembling? Enkidu, my friend, I have had a third dream, and the dream I had was deeply disturbing. The heavens roared and the earth rumbled, then, it became deathly still, and darkness loomed. A bolt of lightning cracked and a fire broke out, and where it kept thickening, there rained death. Then the white-hot name dimmed, and the fire went out, and everything that had been falling around turned to ash. Let us go down into the plain so we can talk it over. Enkidu heard the dream that he had presented and said to Gilgamesh. About 40 lines are missing here. At twenty leagues they broke for some food, at thirty leagues they stopped for the night, walking fifty leagues in a whole day, a walk of a month and a half. They dug a well facing Shamash, Gilgamesh climbed up a mountain peak, made a libation of flour, and said: Mountain, bring me a dream, a favorable message from Shamash. Enkidu prepared a sleeping place for him for the night; a violent wind passed through so he attached a covering. He made him lie down, and in a circle. They like grain from the mountain While Gilgamesh rested his chin on his knees, sleep that pours over mankind overtook him. In the middle of the night his sleep came to an end, so he got up and said to his friend: My friend, did you not call out to me? Why did I wake up? Did you nor touch me? Why am I so disturbed? Did a god pass by? Why are my muscles trembling) Enkidu, my friend, I have had a fourth dream, and the dream I had was deeply disturbing. About 11 lines are missing. He was cubits tall Gilgamesh Enkidu listened to his dream The dream that you had is favorable, it is extremely important? My friend, this Humbaba Eke Before it becomes light We will achieve victory over him, Humbaba, against whom we rage, we will and triumph over him. In the morning there will be a favorable message from Shamash. At twenty leagues they broke for some food, at thirty leagues they stopped for the night, walking fifty leagues in a whole day, a walk of a month and a half. They dug a well facing Shamash, Gilgamesh climbed up a mountain peak, made a libation of flour, and said: Mountain, bring me a dream, a favorable message from Shamash. Enkidu prepared a sleeping place for him for the night; a violent wind passed through so he attached a covering. He made him lie down, and in a circle. They like grain from the mountain While Gilgamerh rested his chin on his knees, sleep that pours over mankind overtook him. In the middle of the night his sleep came to an end, so he got up and said to his friend: My friend, did you not call out to me? Why did I wake up? Did you not touch me? Why am I so disturbed? Did a god pass by? Why are my muscles trembling? Enkidu, my friend, I had a fifth dream, and the dream I had was deeply disturbing. His tears were running in the presence of Shamash. What you said in Uruk, be mindful of it, stand by me? Gilgamesh, the offspring of Uruk-Haven, Shamash heard what issued from his mouth, and suddenly there resounded a warning sound from the sky. Hurry, stand by him so that he (Humbaba) does nor enter the forest, and does not go down into the thickets and hide. He has not put on his seven coats of armor he is wearing only one, but has taken off six. They, Gilgamesh and Enkidu. They lunge at each other like raging wild bulls One name he bellowed full of The Guardian of the Forest bellowed Humbaha like One alone cannot Strangers A slippery path is not feared by two people who help each other. Twice three times A three-ply rope cannot be cut. The mighty lioness cubs can roll him over. Enkidu spoke to Gilgamesh, saying: As soon as we have gone down into the Cedar Forest, let us split open the tree and strip off its branches. Gilgamesh spoke to Enkidu, saying: Why, my friend, we so wretchedly We have crossed over all the mountarns together, in front of us, before we have cut down the Cedar. My friend, you who are so experienced in battle, who fighting, you and (need) not fear death. Let your voice bellow forth like the kettledrum, let the stiffness in your arms depart, let the paralysis in your legs go away. Take my hand, my friend, we will go on together. Your heart should burn to do battle pay no heed to death, do not lose heart! The one who watches from the side is a careful man, but the one who walks in front protects himself and saves his comrade, and through their fighting they establish fame As the two of them reached the evergreen forest they cut off their talk, and stood still. Tablet Five. They stood at the forest's edge, gazing at the top of the Cedar Tree, gazing at the entrance to the forest. Where Humbaba would walk there was a trail, the roads led straight on, the path was excellent. Then they saw the Cedar Mountain, the Dwelling of the Gods, the throne dais of Imini. Across the face of the mountain the Cedar brought forth luxurious foliage, its shade was good, extremely pleasant. The thornbushes were matted together, the woods were a thicket among the Cedars, the boxwood, the forest was surrounded by a ravine two leagues long, and again for two-thirds of that distance. Suddenly the swords, and after the sheaths, the axes were smeared dagger and sword alone Humbaba spoke to Gilgamesh saying: He does not come Enlil. Enkidu spoke to Humbaba, saying: Humbaba One alone. Strangers A slippery path is not feared by two people who help each other. Twice three times A three-ply rope cannot be cut. The mighty lion, two cubs can roll him over. Humbaba spoke to Gilgamesh, saying: An idiot and a moron should give advice to each other, but you, Gilgamesh, why have you come to me! Give advice, Enkidu, you son of a fish, who does not even know his own father, to the large and small turtles which do not suck their mother's milk! When you were still young I saw you but did not go over to you; you, in my belly, you have brought Gilgamesh into my presence, you stand, an enemy, a stranger. Gilgamesh, throat and neck, I would feed your flesh to the screeching vulture, the eagle, and the vulture! Gilgamerh spoke to Enkidu, saying: My Friend, Humbaba's face keeps changing! Enkidu spoke to Gilgamesh, saying: Why, my friend, are you whining so pitiably, hiding behind your whimpering? Now there, my friend, in the coppersmith's channel, again to blow the bellows for an hour, the glowing metal for an hour. To send the Flood, to crack the Whip. Do not snatch your feet away, do not turn your back, strike even harder! May they be expelled, head fell and it he confronted him. The ground split open with the heels of their feet, as they whirled around in circles Mount Hermon and Lebanon split. The white clouds darkened, death rained down on them like fog. Shamash raised up against Humbaba mighty tempests' Southwind, Northwind, Eastwind, Westwind, Whistling Wind, Piercing Wind, Blizzard, Bad Wind, Wind of Simurru, Demon Wind, Ice Wind, Storm, Sandstorm, thirteen winds rose up against him and covered Humbaba's face. He could nor butt through the front, and could not scramble out the back, so that Gilgamesh'a weapons were in reach of Humbaba. Humbaba begged for his life, saying to Gilgamesh: You are young yet, Gilgamesh, your mother gave birth to you, and you are the offspring of Rimnt-Nlnsun? It was at the word of Shamash, Lord of the Mountain, that you were roused, to this expedition. O scion of the heart of Uruk, King Gilgamesh! Gilgamesh Gilgamesh, let me go, I will dwell with you as your servant. As many trees as you command me I will cut down for you, I will guard for you myrtle wood, wood fine enough for your palace! Enkidu addressed Gilgamesh, saying: My friend, do not listen to Humbaba. 10 lines are missing. Apparently Humbaba sees that Gilgamrsh is influenced by Enkidu, and moves to dissuade Enkidu. You understand the rules of my forest, the rules, further, you are aware of all the things so ordered, by Enlil. I should have carried you up, and killed you at the very entrance to the branches of my forest. I should have fed your flesh to the screeching vulture, the eagle, and the vulture. So now, Enkidu, clemency is up to you. Speak to Gilgamesh to spare my life! Enkidu addressed Gilgamesh, saying: My friend, Humbaba, Guardian of the Cedar Forest, grind up, kill, pulverize, and destroy him! Humbaba, Guardian of the Forest, grind up, kill, pulverize, and destroy him! Before the Preeminent God Enlil hears and the gods be filled with rage against us. Enlil is in Nippur, Shamash is in Sippar. Erect an eternal monument proclaiming how Gilgamesh killed Humbaba. When Humbaba heard. About 10 linees are missing. The forest, and denunciations have been made. But you are sitting there like a shepherd and like a hireling of his mouth. Now, Enkidu, clemency is up to you. Speak to Gilgamesh that he spare my life! Enkidu spoke to Gilgamesh, saying: My friend, Humbaba, Guardian of the Forest, grind up, kill, pulverized, and destroy him! Before the Preeminent God Enlil hears, and the gods are full of rage at us. Enlil is in Nippur, Shamash is in Sippar. Erect an eternal monument proclaiming how Gilgamesh killed Humbaba. Humbaba heard. About 10 lines are missing. May he not live the longer of the two, may Enkidu not have any share more than his friend Gilgamesh! Enkidu spoke to Gilgamesh, saying: My friend, I have been talking to you but you have not been listening to me, you have been listening to the curse of Humbaba! His friend by his side they pulled out his insides including his tongue. He jumped abundance fell over the mountain, abundance fell over the mountain. They cut through the Cedar, While Gilgamesh cuts down the trees, Enkidu searches through the urmazallu. Enkidu addressed Gilgamesh, saying: My friend, we have cut down the towering Cedar whose top scrapes the sky. Make from it a door 72 cubits high, 24 cubits wide, one cubit thick, its fixture, its lower and upper pivots will be out of one piece. Let them carry it to Nippur, the Euphrates will carry it down, Nippur will rejoice. They tied together a raft Enkidu steered it while Gilgamesh held the head of Humbaba. Tablet Six. He washed out his marred hair and cleaned up his equipment, shaking out his locks down over his back, throwing off his dirty clothes and putting on clean ones. He wrapped himself in regal garments and fastened the sash. When Gilgamesh placed his crown on his head, a princess Ishtar raised her eyes to the beauty of Gilgamesh. Come along, Gilgamesh, be you my husband, to me grant your lusciousness. Be you my husband, and I will be your wife. I will have harnessed for you a chariot of lapis lazuli and gold, with wheels of gold and horns of electrum. It will he harnessed with great storming mountain mules! Come into our house, with the fragrance of cedar. And when you come into our house the doorpost and throne dais will kiss your feet. Bowed down beneath you will be kings, lords, and princes. The Lullubu people' will bring you the produce of the mountains and countryside as tribute. Your she-goats will bear triplets, your ewes twins, your donkey under burden will overtake the mule, your steed at the chariot will be bristling to gallop, your ax at the yoke will have no match. Gilgamesh addressed Princess Ishtar saying: What would I have to give you if I married you! Do you need oil or garments for your body! Do you lack anything for food or drink! I would gladly feed you food fit for a god, I would gladly give you wine fit for a king, may the street be your home, may you be clothed in a garment, and may any lusting man marry you! an oven who ice, a half-door that keeps out neither breeze nor blast, a palace that crushes down valiant warriors, an elephant who devours its own covering, pitch that blackens the hands of its bearer, a waterskin that soaks its bearer through, limestone that buckles out the stone wall, a battering ram that attracts the enemy land, a shoe that bites its owner's feet! Where are your bridegrooms that you keep forever Where is your Little Shepherd bird that went up over you! See here now, I will recite the list of your lovers. Of the shoulder his hand, Tammuz, the lover of your earliest youth, for him you have ordained lamentations year upon year! You loved the colorful Little Shepherd bird and then hit him, breaking his wing, so now he stands in the forest crying My Wing'! You loved the supremely mighty lion, yet you dug for him seven and again seven pits. You loved the stallion, famed in battle, yet you ordained for him the whip, the goad, and the lash, ordained for him to gallop for seven and seven hours, ordained for him drinking from muddled waters, you ordained far his mother Silili to wail continually. You loved the Shepherd, the Master Herder, who continually presented you with bread baked in embers, and who daily slaughtered for you a kid. Yet you struck him, and turned him into a wolf, so his own shepherds now chase him and his own dogs snap at his shins. You loved Ishullanu, your father's date gardener, who continually brought you baskets of dates, and brightened your table daily. You raised your eyes to him, and you went to him: Oh my Ishullanu, let us taste of your strength, stretch out your hand to me, and touch our vulva. Ishullanu said to you: Me! What is it you want from me! Has my mother not baked, and have I not eaten that I should now eat food under contempt and curses and that alfalfa grass should be my only cover against the cold? As you listened to these his words you struck him, turning him into a dwarf, and made him live in the middle of his garden of labors, where the mihhu do not go up, nor the bucket of dates down. And now me! It is me you love, and you will ordain for me as for them! When Ishtar heard this, in a fury she went up to the heavens, going to Anu, her father, and crying, going to Anrum, her mother, and weeping: Father, Gilgamesh has insulted me over and over, Gilgamesh has recounted despicable deeds about me, despicable deeds and curses! Anu addressed Princess Ishtar, saying: What is the matter? Was it not you who provoked King Gilgamesh? So Gilgamesh recounted despicable deeds about you, despicable deeds and curses! Ishtar spoke to her father, Anu, saying: Father, give me the Bull of Heaven, so he can kill Gilgamesh in his dwelling. If you do not give me the Bull of Heaven, I will knock down the Gates of the Netherworld, I will smash the door posts, and leave the doors flat down, and will let the dead go up to eat the living! And the dead will outnumber the living! Anu addressed princess Ishtar, saying: If you demand the Bull of Heaven from me, there will be seven years of empty husks for the land of Uruk. Have you collected grain for the people! Have you made grasses grow for the animals? Ishtar addressed Anu, her father, saying: I have heaped grain in the granaries for the people, I made grasses grow for the animals, in order that they might eat in the seven years of empty husks. I have collected grain for the people, I have made grasses grow for the animals. When Anu heard her words, he placed the nose rope of the Bull of Heaven in her hand. Ishtar led the Bull of Heaven down to the earth. When it reached Uruk It climbed down to the Euphrates. At the snort of the Bull of Heaven a huge pit opened up, and 100 Young Men of Uruk fell in. At his second snort a huge pit opened up, and 200 Young Men of Uruk fell in. At his third snort a huge pit opened up, and Enkidu fell in up to his waist. Then Enkidu jumped out and seized the Bull of Heaven by its horns. the Bull spewed his spittle in front of him, with his thick tail he flung his dung behind him? Enkidu addressed Gilgamesh, saying: My friend, we can be bold? How shall we respond My friend, I saw And my strength I will rip out I and you, we must share? I shall grasp the Bull I will fill my hands? In front between the nape, the horns, and thrust your sword. Enkidu stalked and hunted down the Bull of Heaven. He grasped it by the thick of its tail and held onto it with both his hands? while Gilgamesh, like an expert butcher, boldly and surely approached the Bull of Heaven. Between the nape, the horns, and he thrust his sword. After they had killed the Bull of Heaven, they ripped out its heart and presented it to Shamash. They withdrew bowing down humbly to Shamash. Then the brothers sat down together. Ishtar went up onto the top of the Wall of Uruk-Haven, cast herself into the pose of mourning, and hurled her woeful curse: Woe unto Gilgamesh who slandered me and killed the Bull of Heaven! When Enkidu heard this pronouncement of Ishtar, he wrenched off the Bull's hindquarter and flung it in her face: If I could only get at you I would do the same to you! I would drape his innards over your arms! Ishtar assembled the (cultic women) of lovely-locks, joy-girls, and harlots, and set them to mourning over the hindquarter of the Bull. Gilgamesh summoned all the artisans and craftsmen. All the artisans admired the thickness of its horns, each fashioned from 30 minas of lapis lazuli! Two fingers thick is their casing. Six vats of oil the contents of the two he gave as ointment to his (personal) god Lugalbanda. He brought the horns in and hung them in the bedroom of the family head (Lugalbanda?). They washed their hands in the Euphrates, and proceeded hand in hand, striding through the streets of Uruk. The men of Uruk gathered together, staring at them. Gilgamesh said to the palace retainers: Who is the bravest of the men) Who is the boldest of the males! Gilgamesh is the bravest of the men, the boldest of the males! She at whom we flung the hindquarter of the Bull of Heaven in anger, Ishtar has no one that pleases her in the street. Gilgamesh held a celebration in his palace. The Young Men dozed off, sleeping on the couches of the night. Enkidu was sleeping, and had a dream. He woke up and revealed his dream to his friend. Tablet Seven. My friend, why are the Great Gods in conference? In my dream Anu, Enlil, and Shamash held a council, and Anu spoke to Enlil: Because they killed the Bull of Heaven and have also slain Humbaba, the one of them who pulled up the Cedar of the Mountain must die! Enlil said: Let Enkidu die, but Gilgamesh must not die! Bur the Sun God of Heaven replied to valiant Enlil: Was it not at my command that they killed the Bull of Heaven and Humbaba! Should now innocent Enkidu die! Then Enlil became angry at Shamash, saying: It is you who are responsible because you traveled daily with them as their friend! Enkidu was lying sick in front of Gilgamesh. His tears flowing like canals, he (Gilgamesh) said: O brother, dear brother, why are they absolving me instead of my brother. Then Enkidu said: So now must I become a ghost, to sit with the ghosts of the dead, to see my dear brother nevermore! In the Cedar Forest where the Great Gods dwell, I did not kill the Cedar. Enkidu addressed Gilgamesh, saying to Gilgamesh, his Friend: Come, Friend, The door Enkidu raised his eyes, and spoke to the door as if it were human: You stupid wooden door, with no ability to understand! Already at 10 leagues I selected the wood for you, until I saw the towering Cedar Your wood was without compare in my eyes. Seventy-two cubits was your height, 14 cubits your width, one cubit your thickness, your door post, pivot stone, and post cap I fashioned you, and I carried you; to Nippur Had I known, O door, that this would he your gratitude and this your gratitude, I would have taken an axe and chopped you up, and lashed your planks into in its I erected the and in Uruk they heard. But yet, O door, I fashioned you, and I carried you to Nippur! May a king who comes after me reject you, may the god may he remove my name and set his own name there! He ripped out, threw down. He, Gilgamesh, kept listening to his words, and retorted quickly, Gilgamesh listened to the words of Enkidu, his Friend, and his tears flowed. Gilgamesh addressed Enkidu, saying: Friend, the gods have given you a mind broad and though it behooves you to be sensible, you keep uttering improper things! Why, my Friend does your mind utter improper things? The dream is important but very frightening, your lips are buzzing like flies. Though there is much fear, the dream is very important. To the living they (the gods) leave sorrow, to the living the dream leaves pain. I will pray, and beseech the Great Gods, I will seek, and appeal to your god. Enlil, the Father of the Gods, Enlil the Counselor you. I will fashion a statue of you of gold without measure, do nor worry, gold What Enlil says is not What he has said cannot go back, cannot, What he has laid down cannot go back, cannot My friend, of fate goes to mankind. just as dawn began to glow, Enkidu raised his head and cried out to Shamash, at the (first) gleam of the sun his tears poured forth. I appeal to you, O Shamash, on behalf of my precious life, because of that notorious trapper who did not let me attain the same as my friend May the trapper not get enough to feed himself. May his profit be slashed, and his wages decrease, may be his share before you, may he not enter but go out of it like vapor! After he had cursed the trapper to his satisfaction, his heart prompted him to curse the Harlot. Come now, Harlot, I am going to decree your fate, a fate that will never come to an end for eternity! I will curse you with a Great Curse, may my curses overwhelm you suddenly, in an instant! May you not be able to make a household, and not be able to love a child of your own! May you not dwell in the of girls, may dregs of beer? stain your beautiful lap, may a drunk soil your festal robe with vomit, the beautiful? of the potter. May you never acquire anything of bright alabaster, may the judge, may shining silver? man's delight, not be cast into your house, may a gateway be where you rake your pleasure, may a crossroad be your home may a wasteland be your sleeping place, may the shadow of the city wall be your place to stand, may the thorns and briars skin your feet, may both the drunk and the dry slap you on the cheek, in your city's streets, may owls nest in the cracks of your walls! may no parties take place present and your filthy lap may, be his(?) Because of me while I, blameless, you have against me. When Shamash heard what his mouth had uttered, he suddenly called out to him from the sky: Enkidu, why are you cursing the harlot, Shamhat, she who fed you bread fit for a god, she who gave you wine fit for a king, she who dressed you in grand garments, and she who allowed you to make beautiful Gilgamesh your comrade! Now Gilgamesh is your beloved brother-friend! He will have you lie on a grand couch, will have you lie on a couch of honor. He will seat you in the seat of ease, the seat at his left, so that the princes of the world kiss your feet. He will have the people of Uruk go into mourning and moaning over you, will fill the happy people with woe over you. And after you he will let his body bear a filthy mat of hair, will don the skin of a lion and roam the wilderness. As soon as Enkidu heard the words of valiant Shamash, his agitated heart grew calm, his anger abated. Enkidu spoke to the harlot, saying: Come, Shamhat, I will decree your fate for you. Let my mouth which has cursed you, now turn to bless you! May governors and nobles love you, May he who is one league away bite his lip (in anticipation of you), may he who is two leagues away shake our his locks, in preparation! May the soldier not refuse you, but undo his buckle for you, may he give you rock crystal! lapis lazuli, and gold, may his gift to you be earrings of filigree? May his supplies be heaped up. May he bring you into the of the gods. May the wife, the mother of seven (children), be abandoned because of you! Enkidu's innards were churning, lying there so alone. He spoke everything he felt, saying to his friend: Listen, my friend, to the dream that I had last night. The heavens cried out and the earth replied, and I was standing between them. There appeared a man of dark visage, his face resembled the Anzu, his hands were the paws of a lion, his nails the talons of an eagle! He seized me by my hair and overpowered me. I struck him a blow, but he skipped about like a jump rope, and then he struck me and capsized me like a raft, and trampled on me like a wild bull. He encircled my whole body in a clamp. Help me, my friend I cried, but you did not rescue me, you were afraid and did not. Then he and turned me into a dove, so that my arms were feathered like a bird. Seizing me, he led me down to the House of Darkness, the dwelling of Irkalla, to the house where those who enter do not come out, along the road of no return, to the house where those who dwell, do without light, where dirt is their drink, their food is of clay, where, like a bird, they wear garments of feathers, and light cannot be seen, they dwell in the dark, and upon the door and bolt, there lies dust. On entering the House of Dust, everywhere I looked there were royal crowns gathered in heaps, everywhere I listened, it was the bearers of crowns, who, in the past, had ruled the land, but who now served Anu and Enlil cooked meats, served confections, and poured cool water from waterskins. In the house of Dust that I entered there sat the high priest and acolyte, there sat the purification priest and ecstatic, there sat the anointed priests of the Great Gods. There sat Etana, there sat Sumukan, there sat Ereshkigal, the Queen of the Netherworld. Beletseri, the Scribe of the Netherworld, knelt before her, she was holding the tablet and was reading it out to her Ereshkigal. She raised her head when she saw me. Who has taken this man? 50 lines are missing here. I, who went through every difficulty, remember me and forget not all that I went through with you. My friend has had a dream that bodes ill? The day he had the dream came to an end. Enkidu lies down a first day, a second day, that Enkidu in his bed; a third day and fourth day, that Enkidu in his bed; a fifth, a sixth, and seventh, that Enkidu in his bed; an eighth, a ninth, a tenth, that Enkidu in his bed. Enkidu's illness grew ever worse. Enkidu drew up from his bed, and called out to Gilgamesh: My friend hates me while he talked with me in Uruk as I was afraid of the battle he encouraged me. My friend who saved me in battle has now abandoned me! I and you. About 20 lines are missing. At his noises Gilgamesh was roused. Like a dove he moaned. May he not be held, in death O preeminent among men. To his friend I will mourn him, I at his side. Tablet eight. Just as day began to dawn Gilgamesh addressed his friend, saying: Enkidu, your mother, the gazelle, and your father, the wild donkey, engendered you, four wild asses raised you on their milk, and the herds taught you all the grazing lands. May the Roads of Enkidu to the Cedar Forest mourn you and not fall silent night or day. May the Elders of the broad city of Uruk-Haven mourn you. May the peoples who gave their blessing after us mourn you. May the men of the mountains and hills mourn you. May the May the pasture lands shriek in mourning as if it were your mother. May the, the cypress, and the cedar which we destroyed in our anger mourn you. May the bear, hyena, panther, tiger, water buffalo, jackal, lion, wild bull, stag, ibex, all the creatures of the plains mourn you. May the holy River Ulaja, along whose banks we grandly used to stroll, mourn you. May the pure Euphrates, to which we would libate water from our waterskins, mourn you. May the men of Uruk-Haven, whom we saw in our battle when we killed the Bull of Heaven, mourn you. May the farmer, who extols your name in his sweet work song, mourn you. May the of the broad city, who exalted your name, mourn you. May the herder, who prepared butter and light beer for your mouth, mourn you. May, who put ointments on your back, mourn you. May, who prepared fine beer for your mouth, mourn you. May the harlot, you rubbed yourself with oil and felt good, mourn you. May, of the wife placed(!) a ring on you , mourn you May the brothers go into mourning over you like sisters, the lamentation priests, may their hair be shorn off on your behalf. Enkidu, your mother and your father are in the wastelands, I mourn you. Hear me, O Elders of Uruk, hear me, O men! I mourn for Enkidu, my friend, I shriek in anguish like a mourner. You, axe at my side, so trusty at my hand, you, sword at my waist, shield in front of me, you, my festal garment, a sash over my loins, an evil demon! Appeared and took him away from me! My friend, the swift mule, fleet wild ass of the mountain, panther of the wilderness, Enkidu, my friend, the swift mule, fleet wild ass of the mountain, panther of the wilderness, after we joined together and went up into the mountain, fought the Bull of Heaven and killed it, and overwhelmed Humbaba, who lived in the Cedar Forest, now what is this sleep which has seized you? You have turned dark and do not hear me! But his (Enkidu's) eyes do not move, he touched his heart, but it beat no longer. He covered his friend's face like a bride, swooping down over him like an eagle, and like a lioness deprived of her cubs he keeps pacing to and fro. He shears off his curls and heaps them onto the ground, ripping off his finery and casting it away as an abomination. Just as day began to dawn, Gilgamesh and issued a call to the land: You, blacksmith! You, lapidary! You, coppersmith! You, goldsmith! You, jeweler! Create My Friend, fashion a statue of him. He fashioned a statue of his friend. His features, your chest will be of lapis lazuli, your skin will be of gold. 10 lines are missing here. I had you recline on the great couch, indeed, on the couch of honor I let you recline, I had you sit in the position of ease, the seat at the left, so the princes of the world kissed your feet. I had the people of Uruk mourn and moan for you, I filled happy people with woe over you, and after you (died) I let a filthy mat of hair grow over my body, and donned the skin of a lion and roamed the wilderness. Just as day began to dawn, he undid his straps I carnelian. 85 lines are missing here. To my friend. your dagger to Bibbi. 40 lines are missing here. The judge of the Anunnaki. When Gilgamesh heard this the zikru of the river he created. Just as day began to dawn Gilgamesh opened and brought out a big table of sissoo wood. A carnelian bowl he filled with honey, a lapis lazuli bowl he filled with butter. He provided and displayed it before Shamash. All of the last column, some 40-50 lines, is missing. Tablet nine. Over his friend, Enkidu, Gilgamesh cried bitterly, roaming the wilderness. I am going to die! am I not like Enkidu?! Deep sadness penetrates my core, I fear death, and now roam the wilderness I will set out to the region of Utanapishtim, son of Ubartutu, and will go with utmost dispatch! When I arrived at mountain passes at nightfall, I saw lions, and I was terrified! I raised my head in prayer to Sin, to the Great Lady of the gods my supplications poured forth, Save me from! He was sleeping in the night, but awoke with a start with a dream: A warrior! enjoyed his life, he raised his axe in his hand, drew the dagger from his sheath, and fell into their midst like an arrow. He struck and he scattered them, The name of the former The name of the second. 26 lines are missing here, telling of the beginning of his quest. The Scorpion-Beings The mountain is called Mashu. Then he reached Mount Mashu, which daily guards the rising and setting of the Sun, above which only the dome of the heavens reaches, and whose flank reaches as far as the Netherworld below, there were Scorpion-beings watching over its gate. Trembling terror they inspire, the sight of them is death, their frightening aura sweeps over the mountains. At the rising and setting they watch over the Sun. When Gilgamesh saw them, trembling terror blanketed his face, but he pulled himself together and drew near to them. The scorpion-being called out to his female: He who comes to us, his body is the flesh of gods! The scorpion-being, his female, answered him: (Only) two-thirds of him is a god, one-third is human. The male scorpion-being called out, saying to the offspring of the gods: Why have you traveled so distant a journey? Why have you come here to me, over rivers whose crossing is treacherous! I want to learn your I want to learn. 16 lines are missing here. When the text resumes Gilgamesh is speaking. I have come on account of my ancestor Utanapishtim, who joined the Assembly of the Gods, and was given eternal life. About Death and Life I must ask him! The scorpion-being spoke to Gilgamesh, saying: Never has there been, Gilgamesh, a mortal man who could do that? No one has crossed through the mountains, for twelve leagues it is darkness throughout dense is the darkness, and light there is none. To the rising of the sun. To the setting of the sun. To the setting of the sun. They caused to go out 67 lines are missing, in which Gilgamesh convinces the scorpion-being to allow him passage. Though it be in deep sadness and pain, in cold or heat gasping after breath I will go on! Now! Open the Gate! The scorpion-being spoke to Gilgamesh, saying: Go on, Gilgamesh, fear not! The Mashu mountains I give to you freely, the mountains, the ranges, you may traverse. In safety may your feet carry you. The gate of the mountain. To the rising of the sun To the setting of the sun. To the setting of the sun. They caused to go out. 67 lines are missing, in which Gilgamesh convinces the scorpion-being to allow him passage. Though it be in deep sadness and pain, in cold or heat gasping after breath I will go on! Now! Open the Gate! The scorpion-being spoke to Gilgamesh, saying: Go on, Gilgamesh, fear not! The Mashu mountains I give to you freely, the mountains, the ranges, you may traverse. In safety may your feet carry you. The gate of the mountain As soon as Gilgamesh heard this he heeded the utterances of the scorpion-being. Along the Road of the Sun he journeyed, one league he traveled, dense was the darkness, light there was none. Neither what lies ahead nor behind does it allow him to see. Two leagues he traveled, dense was the darkness, light there was none, neither what lies ahead nor behind does it allow him to see. 22 lines are missing here. Four leagues he traveled, dense was the darkness, light there was none, neither what lies ahead nor behind does it allow him to see. Five leagues he traveled, dense was the darkness, light there was none, neither what lies ahead nor behind does it allow him to see. Six leagues he traveled, dense was the darkness, light there was none, neither what lies ahead nor behind does it allow him to see. Seven leagues he traveled dense was the darkness, light there was none, neither what lies ahead nor behind does it allow him to see. Eight leagues he traveled and cried out, dense was the darkness, light there was none, neither what lies ahead nor behind does it allow him to see. Nine leagues he traveled the North Wind. It licked at his face, dense was the darkness, light there was none, neither what lies ahead nor behind does it allow him to see. Ten leagues he traveled is near, four leagues. Eleven leagues he traveled and came out before the sunrise. Twelve leagues he traveled and it grew brilliant. It bears lapis lazuli as foliage, bearing fruit, a delight to look upon. 25 lines are missing here, describing the garden in detail. Cedar agate of the sea lapis lazuli, like thorns and briars carnelian, rubies, hematite, like emeralds, of the sea, Gilgamesh on walking onward, raised his eyes and saw. Tablet Ten. The tavern-keeper Siduri who lives by the seashore, she lives the pot-stand was made for her, the golden fermenting vat was made for her. She is covered with a veil Gilgamesh was roving about wearing a skin, having the flesh of the gods in his body, but sadness deep within him, looking like one who has been traveling a long distance. The tavern-keeper was gazing off into the distance, puzzling to herself, she said, wondering to

Index: https://rumble.com/v3486cm-rahan-index-of-episodes-by-roger-lecureux..html Source of Rahan Comics: Philippe Ropers. https://vk.com/topic-203785966_47424128 Rahan. The son of the ferocious ages. Episode Eighty-Six. By Roger Lecureux, drawn by Andre Cheret. The Stones that Burn. You are now a slave like everyone else! If you provide us with a lot of “Burning Stones” you will live! But if you try to escape, it is death for you! The son of Crao had been captured that very morning. All around the strange quarry, archers watched over the slaves who were breaking black rocks. Escape seemed impossible. “Stones that burn”! It is impossible! Rahan has never seen this! Yet it is true. The “Karwa” Burns and heats better than wood! Page Two. To Work! To Work! As soon as a man showed signs of fatigue, the guards came running. Why do you allow yourself to be treated like animals! I understand your indignation, brother. But you will soon understand in your turn. That we can do nothing against those of Jaipur! All those who protest are. Thrown into the big fire of “Karwa”! While slaves crushed the black rocks, others took them to a village. And so it was until nightfall. A guard blew a horn. And it will all start again at dawn! At dawn Rahan will be far away. Page Three. Dizzy with fatigue, the slaves quickly fell asleep. But here and there, the sentries remained vigilant. None of them, however, noticed the son of Crao, who could be as silent as a shadow. A few arrow distance from the square, he discovered the village of the tormentors. Rahan will not flee this territory without his knife! The weapon that had been confiscated from him had been offered to the chief of the clan. And Jaipur is without doubt sleeping next to this strange thing! A long earthen embankment led to a very high stone hut. But was it the hut? The closer he got to it, the more Rahan doubted it. Page Four. The roar of an underground fire reached him. He suddenly understood. The burning stones! It is in this thing that they burn the “Karwa”! A pleasant warmth emanated from the gigantic oven and spread throughout the sleeping village. Intrigued, the son of Crao went up to its mouth. The incandescence of the blaze was almost unbearable. Blinded, he turned his head away, when. Alert! Alert! The fiery-haired hunter has fled the quarry! Look! The man rushed forward, his spear held high. Rahan, still dazzled, had the impression that a fiery being was charging at him. Page Five. He threw himself aside at the last minute, avoiding the spear. Ra-ha-ha! Carried away by his momentum, the man could not avoid the furnace! It was horrible. Rahan regained his vision. He saw the hunters bursting out of the huts and besieging the embankment. This time he was lost! No, do not kill him now! He will be sacrificed to the round moon! This man wore the ivory knife on his belt. It was Jaipur. The son of the fierce ages was brought back to the quarry. They will no longer give Rahan another opportunity to escape! Page Six. From now on, in fact, he would be closely monitored. When the full moon returns, in two days, they will throw you into their cursed fire! A day, then another night passed. Rahan was obsessed with the idea of the horrible death that awaited him. No! Rahan will not die like this! He will destroy their “Crater of stones”! The discovery of a sulfur pocket. Reminded him how he had unwittingly discovered, one day, a fearsome explosive. The Sulfur. The Powder. The Saltpeter. Unbeknownst to the guards, he was able to make a bamboo that thundered. Page Seven. Which he hid in the “Burning Stones” that were brought to the village. The second day ended. And the moon, round and pale, appeared. The time has come for you, “Fire Hair”, to join the territory of shadows! I will deliver you to “Karwa” myself! The good spirits are with Rahan! They will destroy your "Stone Crater"! Men came and went, supplying the large furnace with coal. And nothing happened! Perhaps the “Thundering Bamboo” remains in the quarry? The ruse of Rahan has not succeeded! With his spear, Jaipur pushed him down the embankment, towards the mouth of the furnace. Page Eight. Ha-ha-ha! Did you not say that the spirits would come to your aid? They are slow to show up! The oven was only a few steps away. Taught by experience Rahan looked away from the incandescent mass. We sacrifice to you this hunter, oh round moon! Bring us, in exchange, more and more “Burning Stones.” The pressure of the spear grew stronger in the back of the son of the fierce ages. Is the Bamboo that thunders there!? Two containers of “Karwa” had been forgotten. With hope in his heart, Rahan jumped and threw them into the fire. Page Nine. Waroom! A fantastic explosion shook the stone edifice, throwing the men to the ground. He was right! The spirits are with him! Run away! Run away! The son of Crao easily recovered his knife of ivory. Ha! The spirits are changing the “Karwa” into water! A sort of molten paste spread from the open furnace! And Rahan was as aghast as the others. Why does fire flow? For what reason? He could not know how much iron ore had been mixed, involuntarily, with the coal. Jaipur and his people panicked and fled the village. A moment later, the guards from the quarry imitated them. Page Ten. And the slaves set off towards the village. We are free thanks to Rahan! He destroyed the "Stone Crater”! It was only at dawn that we could touch the cooled metal. The son of Crao felt this unknown material. When. Oh? The liquid metal had filled an indentation. And this iron foot already gave Rahan an idea. The fire paste takes the shape of the holes it flows into! We are going to rebuild the "Crater of the stones” brothers! But you will no longer be slaves. A few days later, the large reconstructed furnace was back in operation. Jaipur and his people, intrigued, observed from a height. Page Eleven. The son of Crao wanted to do an experiment. He plunged his knife completely into a lump of clay and delicately extracted it. Go ahead brothers! Let some “fire paste” come out! A flow of molten metal was released through the slot provided. It spread over the mound, seeping into the imprint of the knife. If we succeed. “Those-who-walk-upright” will be able to make, with the paste of fire, whatever objects they desire! He shattered the clay. Shortly after, clamors arose. Rahan is the greatest sorcerer! He transformed the "Karwa" into a weapon! Page Twelve. The iron knife had neither the finesse nor the polish of its ivory one. But it already constituted a very formidable weapon. And when Rahan had rubbed it for a long time on the granite it became smoother and took on a shiny appearance. And Suddenly. Only wizards can perform such miracles! We will be your slaves from now on! Rahan does not want slaves, Jaipur! He likes that “Those-who-walk-upright” live as brothers! He would like you all to extract the “Karwa” from the quarry! May you enjoy the warmth of the stone crater together! From the approvals that arose, the son of Crao knew that his wishes would be fulfilled. Happy, he felt the arm born from rock and fire. The unknown material was heavy and hard. Men, one day, would give it the name “Iron”!

Index: https://rumble.com/v3486cm-rahan-index-of-episodes-by-roger-lecureux..html Rahan. The son of the ferocious ages. Episode Eighty-Four. By Roger Lecureux, drawn by Andre Cheret. The Heads of Horn. The man that the son of Crao had just discovered must have been attacked by a "Front of Wood." He only had a moment to live. Zumka. Zumka. I want to die there. With the. With mine behind the hill. Take me there. This is the only thing Rahan can do for you, Brother! Zumka, Zumka. He had me. These were the man's last words. And Rahan froze before the spectacle presented to him. He was undoubtedly a leader. And his clan worships the “Fronts of wood”! Page Two. Bamboos lined a strange necropolis. The first was crowned with deer antlers, the second of reindeer antlers, and the last of elk. The hunters of this territory perhaps think that these totems protect their dead? He had just placed the body near the tangled skeletons. When. The flame-haired enemy has killed Xoar! Men appeared from all sides, armed with reindeer horns. Leave the enemy to Yako! It is up to Yako to avenge Xoar! Xoar was slaughtered by a “Front of Wood”! Lies! Defend yourself! Encircled, Rahan had to face the man adorned with reindeer antlers, another leader no doubt. You are nimble and fast, “Fire Hair”! But you will not escape Yako! Kong! The tibia which he had seized parried the blow of the formidable weapon. Page Three. Ten times the son of Crao thus dodged the chief's attacks. What are you waiting for to draw your weapon!? Rahan does not steal the life of “Those Who Walk Upright”! But he knows how to defend his own! Smack! The blow cooled Yako's ardor. But his opponent, tripping over a skull, collapsed on the bones! Ha-ha-ha! You chose your place to die well “Fire hair! The reindeer horn came down with such force that his tibia-shield was shattered. The time has come for you to join the “Territory of Shadows”! Yako was about the deliver the fatal blow! Page Four. But the son of Crao did not let him have the time. You will see death before Rahan! Look at that! Argh! Dazed, Yako swayed. But his people rushed forward, and overpowered Rahan. You already have killed Xoar! We will not allow you to kill Yako! I could slit your throat easily but this death would be too sweet for an enemy of your kind! I want to see you moan and beg in front of the whole clan! Shortly after, the captive appeared in front of another leader, this one sporting deer antlers. There is no evidence that this hunter killed Xoar. But you are head of the clan just like me, Yako. I cannot rise up against you! Rahan was tied in the middle of the village and flogged by Yako until the evening. The pain was unbearable and yet not a single complaint escaped him. Page Five. Enough, Yako! A hunter who shows such courage would have confessed long ago if he had really killed Xoar! Release him! An approving murmur arose, and Yako, bowing, freed the captive. Rahan thanks you for putting an end to this torture! So you are the real leader of the clan? No, Our clan had three leaders, Xoar, Yako and myself. There are only Yako and I left since Xoar was killed, without doubt, while trying to approach the "Great wood"! “Great Wood?” What is the “Great Wood?” Many times ours have tried to approach this extraordinary beast. But none succeeded. And many died! Page Six. But, the "wooden fronts” are numerous! Why go after this one? Because its antlers are magical, my son! Whoever touches them, even for a moment, will inherit the vigor of the “Great Wood”! And an old chief like me would love to find this strength! The son of Crao did not believe in these superstitions, but the old man's sadness moved him. You intervened on Rahan's behalf earlier. Rahan will show his gratitude to you by capturing the great wood! You can touch its horns. Rahan immediately started hunting. He wandered all night, and despite the darkness, just by feeling the ground, he discovered a trail. Page Seven. It was at daybreak that he saw the herd, near a point of water. Oh! The “Great Wood!” The old chief did not lie! The male who led this herd was enormous and his antlers were gigantic. Sensing danger, he bellowed to keep his flock away. Then he rushed towards the man who was preparing his lasso of vines. It is not this beast that Xoar faced! He would have been cut in two by these horns! Ra-ha-ha! In a double reflex, the son of fierce ages dodged the charge. And projected the loop of vine. But it was not in his power to restrain an animal of such force! He was dragged on the ground. Page Eight. He hit a stump violently. The weight of it suddenly slowed down the movement of the giant deer. Argh! You will not run away for much longer! The vine was tied to the burden with incredible speed. You won't go any further "Great Wood!" Fatigue will quickly get the better of you! The deer, in fact, quickly become exhausted. And the son of Crao was already preparing other lassos. At the same time near the village. Yako is dead! slaughtered! Like Xoar! “Fire hair” Lied to you, Zumka! He did not go hunting down the "Great Wood"! But he killed Yako in revenge for the flogging! You are right. I should never have trusted that cheat! Page Nine. Rahan was returning when he saw the clan dispersing. Why these cries of hatred? Why do they still want Rahan? From the hut of the old chief who had supported him, noises arose. He approached it cautiously. Is this old man still on the side of Rahan? Rahan kept his promise to the old one! The “Great Wood” is taken. Ten arrow gates from here! Is it true!? The magic horns are here. To my disposition? Take me to the “Big Woods” my son! Quickly! Quickly! A little later. I suspected you would succeed, “Hair of Fire”! I was not wrong about you! Page Ten. Suddenly. Death to “Hair of Fire!” Kill him! First kill the “Great wood!” Its horns will adorn my hut! Kill the Great wood?! Rahan did not capture him so that he would die, but only so that you could touch his horns! Ha-ha-ha! How naive you are! For more seasons than all these fingers, I have dreamed of possessing its marvelous horns! And it was only because I sensed an unusual hunter in you that I protected you! But now I don't need you anymore and you are going to die! You will die for slaughtering Xoar and Yako! Come, my brothers, kill! It is your chief Zumka who orders you to do it! Page Eleven. Zumka! The name thundered in Rahan's ears. And he saw Xoar repeating it with bitterness, just before passing away. Zumka! Zumka! He told me. A scene to which he had paid little attention a moment earlier came back to his memory. Zumka burying a bloody horn in his hut! And he understood everything! It was Zumka who slaughtered Xoar and Yako! This cheat wanted to remain the sole leader! He only had one chance to escape the hunters. The great deer. And if you do not believe Rahan, search Zumka's hut! Dig in the ground! There you will discover the weapon that killed your leaders! You lie! You Argh! Page Twelve. Ra-ha-ha! He jumped over the barricade of Hunters. Rahan does not say "until we meet" to you, but farewell! These men would in fact never see the son of Crao again, who was already disappearing far away. Let us dig in the floor of your hut, Zumka! Uh, Uh No, no, I. The situation of the deceiver was eloquent. They had no doubt that he would not escape punishment! As soon as he felt safe, Rahan abandoned his mount. If your horns are not “Magic”, they were still very useful to Rahan! Go “Great-wood.” Go and join your herd! It needs you! If the son of Crao was not surprised that his brief stay among the "Heads of Horn" was so turbulent, it is because it was often like this, in those fierce times.

Index: https://rumble.com/v3486cm-rahan-index-of-episodes-by-roger-lecureux..html Source of Rahan Comics: Philippe Ropers. https://vk.com/topic-203785966_47424128 Rahan. The son of the ferocious ages. Episode Eighty-Five. Story by Lecureux, drawn after Cheret. Page layout by Cheret. The Wampas without wings. The hunter had stuck his spear in the ground and was facing the "Gorak" that was gathering himself to pounce. This hunter is a fool, or he has decided to join the territory of the shadows. The saber-toothed tiger attacked! The man was not even moving when the beast tackles him to the ground! React brother! React! We do not allow ourselves to be slaughtered like that! A little courage, "Gorak", if you thirst for blood, take that of a hunter who defends himself! Page Two. By not securing the lace of his weapon on his wrist, Rahan had made a mistake. He paid for it immediately. A second claw blow knocked him to the ground. Without a knife, he was at the mercy of the monster But the man's spear was there, a few steps away. He plunged at the same time as the beast relaxed. And this one came to impale itself on the long flint. Ra-ha-ha! The son of Crao retrieves his knife from twenty steps further on. Who are you? Why did you save me? I am Rahan, the son of Crao. And Rahan never abandons a hunter to a “Gorak!” Page Three. But who are you yourself? And why do you give yourself as an offering to the gorak? My name is Harn. But my tribe calls me “The Coward”! The man remained prostrate and spoke in a muffled voice. I want to join the territory of shadows because my people banished me from the “Wampa” clan! For a long time the “Wampas" Stupidly war against those of the forest. Fights without reason, without aim and without end. For many moons I have refused to participate. And that's why mine call me "cowardly"! But, yesterday they captured a man from the forest clan. And the sorcerer demanded that I behead the captive. You are cruel Horka! I refuse to obey your orders! Then you will be banished, Harn! Page Four. And that morning, in front of all my brothers, Horka tore off the skins that make us look like “Wampas.” And which prove our belonging to the clan. Go Harn the Coward! You are no longer with us! I am now a Bat without wings! A cursed one! All I have left to do is die! You were right to want peace! You were right to disobey cruel Horka! You must live, Harn! You must! A murmur put them on alert. The wampas will once again start a fight with those in the forest! See the one leading the way, it is Horka-the-sorcerer! They say he never knew fear! Page Five. Rahan will talk to Horka! He will ask him to reintegrate you into the clan! It is useless! Nothing will erase the shame and humiliation that I experienced! Disowned by my people, all I have to do is leave this world! As soon as you are gone, I will throw myself on this spear, like the Gorak! No, Harn! You will not do anything! Smack! Argh! It cost Rahan to act like this. But he had no choice. He Tied Up the “Banished” Harn has a generous heart! He must live and be rehabilitated by his brothers! A moment later, by the path of the “Four Hands” he had caught up with the hunters. Rahan Salutes you, “Wampas”! He wants to speak to you on behalf of Harn! Page Six. Harn?! We do not want to hear this coward's name mentioned anymore! Disobeying a cruel order is not cowardice, Horka! You hear, "Wampas!" The fiery-haired enemy challenges us! Kill him! They say you have never known fear, Horka. This is what we are going to see! Oh! Rahan quickly snatched the spears and threw one at the sorcerer's legs. Horka jumped aside and was met with a second spear thrown with the same skill. Argh! Page Seven. A third, then a fourth pierced his Wampa “Wings”. Oh! Argh! Ha-ha-ha! I thought you never knew fear, Horka! You see Rahan could have easily killed you! But Rahan doesn't steal the life of "Those-Who-Walk-Upright"! Will you decide to rehabilitate Harn? Harn's attitude is unworthy of a Wampa! Cowards have no place in our clan! Rahan will change your mind, Horka! As many Wampas climbed towards him. Page Eight. The Son of Crao escaped them with his customary agility. Ah! What are you waiting for to use your Wampa wings? Rahan has not convinced Horka, but Rahan has an idea! Let us hope the forest clan will accept it! It was two days later that Rahan and the opportunity to act. Horka was left alone on an island. When the sorcerer saw a white shape between two waters, he first thought it was a huge fish. Then he realized. Rahan! You waited until I was isolated from my people to surprise me, you devil! But you will not have me! Page Nine. The long spear brushed against Rahan who was coming to the surface. But Horka did not have time to strike a second time. Oh! Let us see if you know how to "Crawl on water," Horka! The other day, you tried to steal Rahan's life. So yours belongs to him! But it is for the forest clan to decide! The Sorcerer swam infinitely worse than the son of Crao. Shortly after, Rahan pushed his captive into the thickets, towards the clearing of “Those of the Forest.” A clamor greeted his exploit. Rahan Succeeded! Rahan has captured Horka! The chief of the forest clan advanced. Page Ten. You will die in a ditch, Horka! We will deliver you immediately to the executioner! Carrying his Axe, the executioner was already approaching. No, I, No! I thought you never knew fear! The executioner had raised his ax but seemed to hesitate. Well, what are you waiting for? Strike! Strike! For the first time in his life, Rahan encouraged the death of a man. Strike, since your chief gave you the order! Horka was on the verge of fainting and the executioner still hesitated. No! No! I cannot obey this order. Page Eleven. Since the executioner refuses to carry out the sentence, you are free, as is customary! The prisoners fear had been great. You owe your life to the refusal to obey an order, Horka! No doubt you will meditate on this! The sorcerer of the “Wampas” left without daring to look back once. Thoughts swirled through his head. He thought of the intense fear he had experienced. He thought of the executioner whose attitude had saved him. He thought of Harn, whom he had banished for having had a similar attitude. Yes, Horka meditated for a long time. And this meditation will bear fruit because, two days later. You can come back to the village, Harn! Horka has decided to rehabilitate you! You can come too, “Hair of Fire”! Page Twelve. I was blinded through pride and hatred, Harn. Having experienced the same situation, I now know that your refusal to decapitate an enemy was not cowardice. But an act of generosity! Come back to us, Harn! You are worthy of carrying the “Wings of the Wampas.” As for you, Rahan. I do not understand you! You said you would never steal the life of "Those Who Walk Upright." And you were the most ardent in demanding my death! Who knows? For once maybe Rahan wanted revenge! This was a blatant lie. But the "Wampas" should never know who Rahan planned this mock execution! And Horka would never know that this hooded executioner who had spared him was none other than than. Harn!

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Intermission page one. Ra-ha-ha! Rahan knew that the eyes were the monster's only vulnerable orifices. So he clung to the big horn. But he did not have time to strike. A low set branch mowed him down in the middle of the fight. Argh! Half stunned, he glimpsed as in a fog the rhinoceros’ fluttering face, as it returned to the attack. Rahan is no longer capable. Of facing you! If he no longer felt the strength to fight, he found the strength to dodge. There will be neither winner nor loser today "Two-nose." And maybe that is the way it is! The pachyderm came and went stupidly, looking for him with its nearsighted eyes. Intermission page two. The man's disappearance was not apparent until he was already far away! To which territory will you send Rahan? The knife turned and turned. And the ivory blade, like a finger of destiny, remained pointed towards the "Endless River"! Hum. Fortunately Rahan sees another land over there! Building a raft was easy for him and the current was favorable. That was why, shortly after. It is not the tip of a "Great Land" as Rahan thought! It is an island! Oh! What is this!? This. This does not seem dangerous. Not fish, not sharks, and not dolphins, strange animals had just appeared! Rahan. Episode Eighty-Three. By Roger Lecureux, drawn by Andre Cheret. The Fish Women. The son of Crao had never seen a manatee. While the current pushed him towards the island, he observed these peaceful and curious beasts. Some, under the clear waters, were greedily grazing on aquatic herbs. Others circled around the raft. One of them suddenly surfaced, lifting the skiff! Oh! If it is a game, Rahan would like to know the rules! Page Two. It was a game, and the manatees did not worry him when he reached the nearby shore. Where are the fishermen? Why did they abandon their boats? Hmm. Rahan understands why they fled this beach! Argh! Ouch! A cloud of mosquitoes had descended on him. Harassed on all sides by the “biting beasts.” He only had the resource to take refuge in the waves. The herd of manatees, no doubt playing, dragged the raft out to sea. It is impossible to gain a foothold on this shore! The “Beasts that sting” are too dangerous! Circumventing this unknown island where the currents of the “Grnad-river” had led him. He soon found himself under a steep cliff, but whose numerous projections and crevices made it possible to climb. Page Three. He had undertaken to climb it with his customary agility when screams reached him. Stones ricocheted around him. There is no place in our territory for unknown fishermen! Go back to the “Great River!” The rain of stones redoubled. The son of Crao had to huddle in a crack. The men “from above” are hardly welcoming! Rahan will have to wait until night! Why do they live on this barren cliff? To escape the “biting beasts”? The sun sank into the ocean and the sky darkened. But Rahan waited for darkness to resume climbing. Slowly, silently, he reached the edge of the cliff. Page Four. And. Powang suspected you would not give up! But you will not steal our water or our food! A whole clan was there, waiting for his appearance! I am Rana, the son of Crao. Rahan never steals the food from “Those-Who-Walk-Upright!” At the very edge of the cliff, there was a brief melee. And Rahan emerged victorious. It is the endless river that pushed Rahan towards your land. Why do you treat him like an enemy!? For what? Look at it! Here is what the clan has left to last until the cold season! Powang bitterly pointed to a few dozen dried fish. The cliff is the only place where the “Stinging Beasts” spare us! Throughout the hot season, they infest the rest of the island! Page Five. In the heart of the island which spread out under the moon, a large lake shimmered. This lake is the cause of our misfortunes! In the hot season, it becomes covered in red algae! These algae are so numerous, so thick, that they rot. And the swarms of “biting beasts” made the forest and the shore unlivable! Those who risk it as a hunter always come back with “Fire in their body”! They die sometimes! This is why food is sacred to the clan! The son of Crao looked at these children and women weakened by hunger. Don't worry about your food! Brothers! Rahan will go get his food Himself! Page Six. At daybreak, in fact, Rahan went down towards the forest. It was already very hot, and as it approached there, the mosquitoes became more numerous. Their attacks quickly became unbearable. But Rahan had seen a snake. He dived. When he climbed the cliff again, the cloud dissipated. But already, through a hundred bites, the "Fire fever” was seeping into his body. The son of Crao collapsed as he offered up the reptile. Powang was right. The island is unlivable. Take, take Rahan does not. Overwhelmed by fever, he was delirious all day long. Red algae. Destroy the red seaweed! Clean up the cursed lake. Kill the seaweed! Page Seven. He finally recovered his spirits. Powang the chief and Erak the sorcerer were near him. Rahan knows! To annihilate the “biting beasts” You have to destroy the red algae! It is impossible Rahan! Our clan has tried everything! Even fire can do nothing against them! We even tried, in the cold season. To tear them off! But, the following season, they grew back even more abundantly! What can we do? The fish might be able to feed on it, but there are no fish in the lake! Well done Powang! That is an idea! The son of Crao thought of the manatees gluttonously devouring aquatic weeds. Rahan saw strange beasts near the shore. The clan could introduce them into the lake, and. Page Eight. Erak the sorcerer was indignant. You behaved bravely, but your words are sacrilegious, “Fire hair”! Our fishermen worship these “fish-women”! These beasts are an example of gentleness and kindness. So much so that, when one of them is in difficulty, the whole herd comes to its rescue! Ours do not attack “Fish-Women”! But it is not about making them suffer, Erak! And the fate of the clan depends on it! Part of the clan listened with interest. Another part grumbled. It is not up to you to decide our fate! We should have killed you sooner! But it is not too late! Powang tried to intervene but Erak and a few others were already brandishing their javelins. Page Nine. They whistled around the son of Crao, who was backed to the edge of the cliff. Ra-ha-ha! There was no other way out than the void! It was a fantastic dive. He sank so deep that it disturbed an octopus in its lair. Returning to the surface he did not even realize that he had narrowly escaped the "Eight-armed Beast." The manatees, intrigued, flocked from all sides. If Erak told the truth, Rahan has a chance to convince the clan! Seizing a young manatee under its fins, the son of fierce ages dragged it towards the shore! Ra-ha-ha! Page Ten. The beast was scrambling to free itself but Rahan held on. And the herd followed him! The “beasts that bite” were waiting for Rahan. The buzzing cloud of mosquitoes stretched dangerously above the beach. The manatee was almost as heavy as a man, but Rahan only cared about the insects. Argh! Argh! And of the herd which, dragging itself on the beach, followed him heavily. What Erak said was True. “Fish-women” do not abandon their little ones! In the forest, the unbearable attacks of mosquitoes increased. The fire was devouring his entire body when Rahan caught a glimpse of the great lake below. Page Eleven. A moment later, he threw himself into it with his "hostage". Other clouds rose from the red algae. The manatees, one after the other, dropped into the lake! They would not come out again! Ra-ha-ha! Go little one, go! The loyalty of yours deserves this reward! The son of Crao returned to the bank. He collapsed there exhausted, abandoning his burning body to the buzzing myriads. Rahan succeeded, Erak! And without making the “Fish Women” suffer! To abandon him would be very cowardly! Prepare your potions, Erak! Page Twelve. Rahan, this time, remained several days between life and death. Then the swelling in his face and limbs deflated. The fire of fever went out. Erak admitted his wrongs Rahan! The "fish-women" have never been so happy as in the lake! See! These beasts will breed in the lake! They feed on algae and the “biting beasts” will never come back! The clan will no longer have to fear the hot season! But what are you doing? All the members of the clan approached, offering the son of Cao' a fish taken from their meager shares. And Erak-the-sorcerer was among them. In the distance, the manatees played and grazed on the red algae. The mosquitoes were already fewer in number. Perhaps because of the tenderness they show to their young, manatees are still, today and in certain regions, nicknamed "fish-women." Page thirteen. The day flew by. Rahan taught the clan everything he had learned in other lands. And you dream of discovering new secrets, don't you? Powang and Erak sometimes disappeared and only returned at night. But where have you been, brothers? What have you done? Patience, Rahan! It is our little secret! But one morning. We will not regret it, Rahan! But we know the desire that lives in your heart! Follow us! This canoe is yours! Take it and go brother! Go. The secrecy of Powang and Erak was now explained! This canoe was the most beautiful offering! And the son of Crao, once again went towards his destiny. It was with emotion that he saw the island of “Fish Women” disappear. Page Fourteen. The ocean was peaceful and the light skiff cut through the water like a knife. Rahan will not have to eat the "Bird fish." He has brought enough food! It was at dawn on the second day that a shore finally appeared on the horizon of the Great River. Birds of prey circled over a hill. They always circle like this when they have spotted injured prey! The cloud of birds dispersed when he rushed towards the ridge. Oh! Less than an arrow's distance away, a hunter was moaning. Rahan will not allow you to be torn apart by the Hooked beaks! Index: https://rumble.com/v3486cm-rahan-index-of-episodes-by-roger-lecureux..html

Index: https://rumble.com/v3486cm-rahan-index-of-episodes-by-roger-lecureux..html Rahan. Episode Eighty-Two. By Roger Lecureux, drawn by Andre Cheret. The Rocks of Water. A morning's journey still separated Rahan from the distant shore where the great fire was burning which, since the day before, had intrigued him so much. Rahan will soon know why "Those of the Shore" keep such a big fire! After having oriented himself once again, he continued on his path. All senses alert, he suddenly heard slow incantations And he discovered men prostrate at the foot of the strangest of totems! Continue to watch over the clan, o great Vraah! Your son Pahouk will soon stand at your side! Prudently, he did not show himself. Page Two. A moment later, these men retreated into the forest. This rock without doubt represents a god. The rock was almost as transparent as the spring water. The sun pierced it with a thousand lights The son of Crao had already seen rocks of water, but never of this size, of this volume! How curious! Through this translucent material the landscape appeared to him as if in mist. Oh! The “Two Nose” is as intrigued as Rahan! The heavy rhinoceros emerged from the thickets and saw him. His formidable horns at ground level, he charged. Page Three. Rahan knew how bad the eyesight of these monsters was. He took refuge behind the Totem. A nasty surprise awaits you "Two-nose"! The pachyderm rushed straight towards the man whose vague silhouette he saw. When he realized the obstacle. It was too late. Carried away by the momentum of his charge, he hit it with such violence that. Argh! The horns cracked. The son of Crao recovered his spirits among the debris of the broken "totem". Half stunned by the terrible blow, the rhinoceros had disappeared. And. Made way for menacing men. Look! The fiery-haired hunter attacked Vraah! His sacrilege deserves more than death! Page Four. May the desecrator suffer before joining “The Land of Shadows!” The bamboo javelins fell from all sides, slashing wildly at Rahan's limbs, neck and back. Stop! Stop! It was not Rahan who desecrated the god Vraah! It was. It was a "Two-tooth" that. Aii, Argh! Argh! But the blows redoubled and the son of fierce ages, unable to justify himself. Decided to flee this circle of hatred. It was quite annoying for him. Ra-ha-ha! Escaping the javelins, he took refuge in the foliage with astonishing agility. The profaner is not a hunter. He is a "four-hands"! Page Five. It was in fact in the manner of the “Four-hands” that Rahan continued on his path. He was soon in sight of the shore. Where still rose the high flames of a blaze that was relentlessly stoked by a clan of fishermen. Why such a big fire? For what? Rahan wants to know! Many men kept watch at the edge of the forest. Rahan has only one way to approach this fire without being seen. The "endless river"! Going around the village, he returned underwater, towards the shore. Large sea turtles escorted him. Page Six. The curiosity of these animals was such that they climbed onto the beach with him! The "Backs-of-horn" will help Rahan! Crawling among the turtles, he could approach the village without being seen by the fishermen. But suddenly. No! Stay! The turtles turn back, abandoning him to be discovered! Only one remained nearby. And Rahan understood why. This shell was empty. Like a huge shield of scales. Rahan will be able to see without being seen! The men were busy around the big fire. They were not paying attention to this turtle that was slowly moving towards them. Page Seven. The words of these men now reached Rahan. This fire is a pyre. They. They burn the body of their leader, Pahouk! The fisherman froze. Stunned, he observed this turtle without head or legs which was nevertheless crawling! Curiosity prevails over amazement. He roughly turned the “Horn-Back.” And. Oh! The profaner with “Hair-of-fire!” Ra-ha-ha! The son of fierce ages tried in vain to resist the men who threw themselves at him. Page Eight. He was overpowered, and tied to strong stakes. My people believe that you have profaned the idol of Vraah! What demon pushed you to this sacrilege? The leader of this clan showed more sadness than hatred. Vraah was a good and wise leader. But old age has devoured his body. The custom is that we burn our dead. For Vraah, we fed the pyre from the "Pointed Moon" to the "Round Moon." And Vraah has returned to us in the form of a marvelous idol as clear as the “Tears of Heaven”! Pahouk, the son of Vraah, became chief of the clan. But Pahouk died six mornings ago, slaughtered by a "long mane"! Page Nine. We have delivered his body to this pyre which will burn, like that of Traah, until the round moon! May Pahouk return to us as Traah Returned to us. How profane you are! It was a “Two-nose” who broke the idol! Rahan swears! Free him! Death! To Death! Hostile cries arose which the chief had to calm down. Wait! If Pahouk comes back to us, we will spare this hunter! But if Pahouk is not reborn from the stake, it will prove that he brought evil spirits to this river! He will be put to death. Rahan is lost! How could a water stone idol be born from fire!? Two days and two nights passed. The clan always fueled the great blaze. Only the turtles were interested in the captive. Page Ten. It was with the appearance of the round moon that the activity around the pyre finally ceased. It slowly died out. But it was not until much later that the fishermen were able to clear the embers and scatter the ashes. And their clamors arose! Some rush to Rahan to cut his bonds. Parhouk is back among us! You are free, “Fire hair”! But do not come back to our territory! Over there, where, for days and nights, the great pyre had been burning, men raised a high and flat slab, transparent as water! The enthusiastic clan soon dragged this idol into the forest. Pahouk is back! He was reincarnated in the “water stone”! Page Eleven. How could the water stone be born from flames!? The son of Crao could not explain this mystery. He was thinking about the intensity of the fire. In the sand of the beach. The duration of the blaze. But how could the son of wild ages have imagined that these combined elements could give birth to a new material? For the clan, it is "reincarnation", a miracle! For Rahan, it's a mystery! But, no importance. This mystery saved Rahan! The water stone was erected in the center of the clearing, not far from the broken idol of Vraah. This was where Rahan, who was leaving this territory, saw it again for the last time. He admired the sun which played in its transparency. Page Twelve. When the rhinoceros, confronted a few days earlier, appeared in front of him again! Oh! The first failure was not enough for you "Two-Nose"!? You should remember that Rahan can fool you! He threw himself behind the water stone. But as the monster charged this translucent refuge, he suddenly changed his mind. No, The clan will not pardon Rahan for a second sacrilege! Attack! Rahan is waiting for you! So it was Rahan who, to prevent the "idol" from receiving a smashing blow, faced the "two-nose"! Thus it was that the son of Crao who had just found himself, in these fierce times, faced with an inexplicable mystery. That of this strange material that “Those-who-walk-upright”, thousands of centuries later, would call glass!

Index: https://rumble.com/v3486cm-rahan-index-of-episodes-by-roger-lecureux..html Rahan. The son of the ferocious ages. Episode Eighty-One. By Roger Lecureux, drawn by Andre Cheret. The Demon of Straw. Rahan lied to us! He has not the mastery of water! He did not defeat the "Drought Demon! He is a Demon himself! Cornered against the bamboo partition, the son of Crao saw three men brandishing their slate-tipped spears. Schlak! Schlak! Schrong! The clan’s clamor resounded. The spears had been thrown with such violence that they had passed through the body of the "Demon". From side to side! Page Two. It all started at dawn with a light rain. The “tears of heaven” will cause Rahan’s fish to rot. He will have to eat it right away! Despite the short downpour, the fish flesh was still dry. Rahan understood that this was due to the arrangement of the scales. The “Tears of Heaven” slide from one to the other without crossing them! He observed the scales superimposed like tiny shields. When hostile laughter broke out. A few spears whistled, which he narrowly avoided. Death to the intruder! Death! Since the "Hot Season", this territory is ours! Death to those who violate it! Page Three. Rahan is the friend of all “Those who stand upright”! No territory is forbidden to him! Ugart will take your life! His opponent was robust but fought clumsily. Rahan could have drawn his knife, but he refused. What, what is this strange weapon? It will kill you! The man was brandishing a curious flat, black, flaky slate stone. The son of Crao parried the blow. And the man did not have time to deliver a second one. Schrof! Ra-ha-ha! Cr-crack! The big dry fish whipped Ugart's face. Page Four. Ha-ha-ha! If Ugart likes fish, Rahan gives him his! Black-tipped spears fluttered towards Rahan, who was already rushing into the scree. More wet than bruised, Ugart threatened. You will not go far, "Fire hair"! We will find you! After the rain, it was scorching hot again. No plants grew in the gorge where the son of fierce ages fled! No hunter can live in such territory! Oh. A village like no one had ever seen had just appeared. The huts were made of large flat slabs. Flaky, like the tips of the spears of the hunters he had fled from a moment earlier. It is abandoned! Page Five. A straw mannequin was hung at the entrance to the largest hut. The totem of the clan, without doubt? As he entered, disturbing whistles rose from the darkness. The hut was infested with serpents! Decapitating the most threatening reptile, he threw himself backwards. Rahan should have known. That only snakes can live on such dry land! Everything around was nothing but sand and rock. However, at the bottom of the gorge, palm trees and bamboo surrounded the thin waterfall that flowed from the mountain. Why does the water not flow here? Page Six. A moment later, Rahan understood the aridness of this territory. The waterfall fell into a bottomless abyss! And this water, so precious, is lost forever to “Those-who-walk-upright”! While he was thinking about the clan, it reappeared, Ugart at the head. I knew you would not get far, “Hair of Fire”! Again slate-tipped spears whistled. Once again, the son of Crao avoided them. Rahan is surrounded! He only has one chance left! This abyss was a precarious refuge, but he no longer had a choice! A spear brushed against him. Page Seven. And he huddled on a ledge. He was out of range of the spears. But, at the slightest wrong move. It would be a fall into the void, into nothingness! The sound of the waterfall was getting louder. If the waterfall grows bigger, Rahan will be swept away! The son of Crao perceived the threats from Ugart and his people. May this water that the “Demon of the Drought” refuses us carry you away, “Fire-Hair”! Rahan understands why you abandon your territory during the “hot season”! It is too dry, too arid! But you could make it livable with this water that the mountain so generously offers you! Page Eight. Rahan remembered how, once, he had channeled a spring with a bamboo aqueduct. It is possible to make the waterfall flow into the gorge! If you spare Rahan, he will prove it to you! You are a fool! Or you use a ruse to escape us! But Ugart accepts. If you achieve what you promise, you will be free! But if you lied to us or if you fail, the men will treat you like they sometimes treat the "Demon of the Drought"! Men in the distance were cursing and hitting the straw mannequin. It is therefore not a totem. But a representation of drought! Page Nine. Shortly after, closely observed, Rahan gave orders and advice. A large platform of assembled half-bamboos quickly took shape. Throwing this aqueduct bridge across the abyss was difficult and dangerous. But they succeeded. Rahan lied! Water still falls into the abyss! The bamboos, poorly juxtaposed, let water escape through countless cracks. And very little flowed down the channels. Rahan knows how to do it! The ingenious Rahan had already found the solution. Other half-bamboos were placed in such a way on top of the first ones that they formed a gutter. A clamor of joy arose. The water from the waterfall, which was constantly growing, surged over the aqueduct. Page Ten. But suddenly, under the violence of the falling water, the platform broke and disappeared into the abyss. Rahan lied to us! He cannot master water! He is a demon himself! Show him what fate awaits him! Three men were already throwing their spears. Whose slate points passed through the straw mannequin, nailing it to the bamboo partition, a step away from Rahan! You will die this way, “Hair of Fire”! No, Rahan will succeed! We will throw a stronger bridge over the waterfall! The flat stones will resist the waterfall! The son of Crao pointed to the huts. Page Eleven. The task, this time, was even more difficult, more perilous. Palm tree trunks were thrown across the chasm beneath the waterfall. On these trunks were placed large slabs of slate. You will not tame the waterfall, Rahan! It is still escaping you! Rahan keenly observed the water escaping between the slabs. What to do? What could he do to retain this water? And suddenly. Fish! Tears from heaven! He saw again the rain sliding on the fish's scales. Enthusiastically, he arranged the slabs like the scales. Like this! You have to place the flat stones like this! Do like Rahan! Page Twelve. An ovation soon arose. The waterfall surged over the slate bridge and the water, without any loss, spread into the gorge. The clan will no longer fear the “Hot Season”! Rahan was Right! He defeated the “Drought-Demon”! But. But. What are you doing? Rahan brandished his knife of ivory. This one went to stick itself in the straw mannequin, above the three spears, right at the place of the "Heart." Schlock! Rahan is happy to contribute to the death of the "Demon!” The son of fierce ages believed more in the efforts of men than in exorcisms of this kind. He had participated in this to gain the trust of the clan. But it was superfluous. The grateful smile of Ugart, who brought him the ivory cutlass, proved it.

Index: https://rumble.com/v3486cm-rahan-index-of-episodes-by-roger-lecureux..html Rahan. Episode Eighty. By Roger Lecureux, drawn by Andre Cheret. The Valley of Torments. What a strange trap. Curious about everything, the son of Crao observed the butterfly trapped in the spider's web. Alerted, it rushed towards its prey. When the hoarse and powerful roar of a lion sounded not far from there. You also hunt, “long mane”! Oh! As cries of terror arose, he rushed off. And. Page Two. Attacking an old woman is easier than catching a "Two-horned", aye, "long mane"! Ra-ha-ha! Rahan's combat clamor drowned out the roars of the beast, which left its victim to face. Accustomed to these confrontations since his early childhood, the son of Crao knew how to dodge and feint. You are not lively enough, "Long mane"! Page Three. He had jumped on the back of the lion, which reared up, plowing the air with its formidable claws Ra-ha-ha! The ivory blade sparkled in the sun, plunging into the beast's throat and reappearing in scarlet. Cutting the vein, or "Life-flow," Rahan only struck once. Ra-ha-ha! His long cry had another accent, that of victory. Page Four. Her body lacerated, the old woman was dying in the grass. Tall and yellow grass such as Rahan had never seen before. You. You are. The first Hunter that I. Have seen from. Since all the. Mine perished in the valley of torments. Ten times ten seasons ago! You are. Brave, but. You cannot do anything anymore. For the old Cereha. Take me. Me to the cave where I have. Still, lived! It is. That I would like. Leave for the territory of shadows! Moved, the son of fierce ages granted this wish. He reached the cave when two eagles burst out. Back, “Hooked Beaks”! Do not be afraid! I collected them. There are from moons and moons ago. They are. They were my only companions! The birds of prey did not in fact attack. Page Five. And they contented themselves with observing Rahan. How could an old woman like you survive so many seasons alone in this land!? Oh! I forgot the taste a long time ago. Of meat. But herbs. Magical herbs, spared me the sufferings of hunger! Eating herbs!? A slab of slate was placed on top of cold ashes. On this plate a whitish thing had hardened. Since it is on this slate, maybe it is good to eat!? Rahan nibbled on the thing, which crumbled beneath his teeth. It was bland, but it seemed nourishing to him. Never venture into it. The Valley of torments, my son! You would experience thirst and hunger there. Which gnaws at the insides! Every moment of the day and night, you would know. Fear you would be. Threat of death is lurking everywhere! Page Six. Exhausted by this warning, the old woman panted. She found the strength to hold out a bag of skin. My son, take it! Take! Thanks to these magic grains. The, the hunters could. Could. Could. Argh! Cereha! Cereha had just died without revealing her secret. Rahan was respectfully covering her with the strange yellow weeds when a rustling alerted him. An immense troop of men, women and children was advancing through the savannah, heading towards the valley that Cereha cursed so much! Oh! It was not a clan. There were ten, a hundred clans. It was a horde! Sometimes, in these fierce times, "Those-who-walk-upright" thus gathered their forces to conquer new territories. Impressed, Rahan watched the human wave approach. Page Seven. It was then that the eagles attacked him! You think Rahan stole Cereha's life? You want to avenge her! It cost him to strike these birds of prey that demonstrated their loyalty to the dead woman. Protecting his face, he backed away from the pecks. Enough “Hooked Beaks”! Enough! Without even realizing it he found himself at the very edge of the rock. To parry a new assault he jumped back. And that was the fall! Escaping from the skin bag, the “Magic” grains swirled like yellow snowflakes. Inanimate at the bottom of the ravine, he did not hear the screams of the scouts of the horde who were rushing towards him. He was spying on the horde! If he is not dead, Urak will break his bones! Page Eight. Rahan, who was recovering his spirits, did not have time to ward off the attack of the colossus. This hunter had the strength of a great "Four Hands" and remained indifferent to the blows that the son of Crao threw at him! Ha-ha! Urak will finish you! He was suffocated under the embrace, his vision became blurry. The monster man will crush Rahan! Rahan must be cunning! Argh! Ha-ha-ha! No hunter, no matter how strong, can stand up to Urak! Rahan was crushed at the feet of the triumphant colossus. Page Nine. But it was only a feint! Oh!? You will learn that cunning can make strength fail, Urak! The son of fierce ages had unbalanced his opponent and paralyzed him with an implacable hold. Argh! Aie! Aie! Admiring clamors arose. Rahan could break your leg and make you a useless hunter! But Crao taught him generosity! Stand up Urak! Rahan forgives you! Bitter and vexed, the colossus joined his people. Where are you from brothers? Where are you going? We came together to discover the “Territory of Happiness”! The spirits told the great wizard Wahuk that we will find it beyond this valley! No, brothers! Do not risk yourself in the valley of torments! It is cursed! Page Ten. Thirst and hunger, cold and heat, fear and death await you! Rahan recounted the ordeals of Cereha to the clan. An rumble arose and Rahan understood that he could not convince them. But if all these dangers are real, why risk the fate of the entire horde!? But the sorcerer Wahuk, was indigent. This crazy woman was lying! The horde only believes the spirits who have promised it. Beyond the valley, the territory of happiness! Why not send a small group of scouts to reconnoiter? The spirits would undoubtedly see no harm in it! The irony of these last words escaped Wahuk. Approvals were heard from all sides. “Hair of Fire” speaks reason. Yes. Better to sacrifice a few of us than the whole horde! The horde will wait here for the scouts to return before venturing into the valley! Page Eleven. The horde split into five groups. Hunters, women, children, chiefs, and sorcerers. They will choose their scouts! While these groups consulted, Rahan once again entrusted his destiny to his weapon. Rahan will leave this territory without knowing the secret of the “Magic Grains”! The chiefs designate Daok the most valiant of them! Wahuk, who is trusted by the spirits, will represent the sorcerers! The women's assembly chose the courageous Inoo! And we, your sons, have chosen the bold Song! No one can represent the hunters better than Urak! Rahan will accompany these scouts! With a little resigned sigh, Rahan pointed at his knife, which pointed in the exact direction of the Valley of Torments! Suddenly screams broke out. The “Two-teeth”! The “Two-teeth”! A few mammoths were passing in the distance, towards which the hunters were already rushing. Page Twelve. The son of Crao appreciated the courage of these men who, a moment later, faced the monsters. Rahan will have to reckon with Song's temerity! Clinging to his fleece, the young Song had climbed onto a mammoth, that he was stabbing with his short spear! Die "Two-tooth!" Song wants it! Rahan saw no more. Breaking the circle of hunters a large Mammoth charged the frightened women. The one who had been designated to be part of the Clan-of-the-sacrifices had just tripped and hit a rock. No! No! Unconscious, she was right in the path of the mammoth! Her fate depended on Rahan's speed. Page thirteen. Ra-ha-ha! It was only a respite. Other mammoths rushed into the ravine! This way Inoo! Strain! Song will pay for his bravery with his life! The “Two-tooth” that Song was riding collapsed, dragging the child with it! Yes. And Rahan will join the territory of shadows without having discovered the secret of Cereha! Rahan felt the mysterious grains which had scattered around this stump when he fell. They arrive! We are lost! Igloo and the son of Crao saw the enormous brown wave of monsters rolling towards their precarious refuge. Nothing could save them! Page Fourteen. And then there was a miracle! The mammoth had collapsed in front of the stump and the others, by avoiding this obstacle, spared Rahan and his young companion! The “Two-tooths” are moving away! We are saved! But song is not saved yet! Stuck under the mammoth he had killed, the reckless child screamed. Courage Song! Courage! Ra-ha-ha! But the efforts of the son of Crao were in vain. If Urak hadn't rushed to the rescue. Under the traction of the two men the huge head rose, freeing Song. Thanks, thanks. I thought I was joining the territory of shadows! We would have missed you, little scout! Rahan and the colossus exchanged a long look and smiled at each other. Together they had saved the child, and erased the memory of their confrontation! Page Fifteen. Saluted by the entire horde, the “Clan of Sacrifices” entered the Valley of Torments the same day. It was made up of Inoo, Song, Urak, the sorcerer Wahuk, and Chief Daok. And the son of Crao. Never forget that I am the boss! If you want to eat, you will have to obey me! These words irritated Rahan. Rahan never had a boss, Daok! But he will not bother your clan. He will live on his own! He will hunt for himself! So be it. In the days that followed, in fact, Rahan lived on the fringes of the scouts. And sometimes macabre discoveries were made. “No one returns from the valley of torments” said old Cereha! Why leave Rahan aside Doak!? He. Shut up, Inoo! Decisions can only be made by Daok, and Me! Daok and Wahuk imposed all the chores on the other three. Page Sixteen. One morning, cries of fear alerted Rahan. Urak, who was returning from a watering hole, had a terrifying monster on his tail! Your spears! Your spears, quickly! What are you waiting for to help Urak!? Thinking only of their own safety, Daok and Wuhak hid in the rocks. Leave it to Rahan, let go! Over there, the colossus had just narrowly avoided the animal. The horned monster saw the man, who from the top of a rock, was throwing stones at him. Derisory projectiles, which aggravated him. Attack “Three-horns”! Rahan awaits you! The tricerotops did not attack, it approached heavily. And Rahan, firmly gripping his weapon, let himself fall on the monster! Ra-ha-ha! Page Seventeen. The son of the ferocious ages had relied on his weight to puncture the neck of the "Three Horns." It did not happen. The spear broke without even cutting the leathery skin! Run away, Rahan! Flee! No weapon can break the skin of this monster! You can't do anything against him! Yes! There is still an old trick left. It can Succeed! The triceratops stared with its little eyes at the man who, leaning against the rock, was teasing him again. He charged! Inoo and Song returned to camp screaming in horror. The monster was only twenty steps away from Rahan who still did not move! Oh! Rahan! Rahan! Ra-ha-ha! It is only when the frightening armored head obscured the sky that. Page Eighteen. The son of Crao dived sideways! The “Three horns” were smashed. The leather shield and back of his skull shattered. He could not resist the granite! The “Three-horned One” is dead, but others could come! We must break camp! That day, the son of Crao definitely won the esteem of Urak, Inoo and young Song. Chief Daok and sorcerer Wahuk, at last reluctantly accepted him into the “Clan of Sacrifices”. They plunged further into the valley of torment. They only allowed themselves rest at night. Rahan, then, enchanted his companions with a thousand stories, a thousand revels. How wonderful it is to know so much! But Daok and Wahuk's bitterness grew every day. “He” will soon have more authority than us! You have to find the opportunity to get rid of him! Page Nineteen. They were still moving forward but, one morning, there was discouragement. Is this the land of happiness that the spirits promised you, Wahuk!? The valley debouched onto an immensity of desert, on which an unbearable sun blazed! The territory exists! We will discover it behind this desert! So, before risking it we need water, lots of water! Rahan will find a source! Leaping into the foliage, the son of the wild ages was remembering the warning of the old Cereha. No one returns from the valley of torments! The cold, the heat. The thirst! While he scanned the surroundings, another danger threatened him. Daok! Daok who found the long-awaited opportunity! You have humiliated me too often Rahan! It is time for you to join the "Territory of Shadows" Page Twenty. The trickster was going to release his arrow. When. No, Daok! If you killed Rahan, Song and Urak would never forgive you! I will not tell them what you were going to do, because we have to stay united to reach the territory of happiness! But never do it again! Ignoring the danger he had faced, the son of fierce ages reappeared a long time later. The containers he had made from large bamboos were filled with water. We may not find another source for days and days! May the sun not strike us down first! The desert stretched as far as the eye could see, a hell of heat and light. Ah! If we could take a little of this shadow with us! Take away some shade? This is a wonderful idea, Inoo! Rahan knows what to do! Page Twenty-One We are going to build a hut. That walks! Cut bamboos and vines! Setting an example, Rahan was already reaping large palm fronds. The sun was still burning the sky when they entered the desert. But the shelter imagined by Rahan protected them from the relentless rays. A new ordeal began. The food brought at departure was exhausted. And, as the days went by, the water reserve diminished. “Thirst, hunger, death,” as Cereha predicted. One morning, however, in the gray of dawn. The “Long horns!” Do not move! As silent as a shadow, the son of Crao managed to approach the herd. Rahan does not like killing "Longhorns." But he has to! Page Twenty-Two. As soon as they smelled danger, the antelopes ran away. But. Ra-ha-ha! A little later. Extraordinary! I have never seen a hunter catch a “Long Horn" while running! You will get there one day, Song! This meat will keep us going for a while longer. As long as you save water! The precious water was, this night, to provoke a drama. Rahan was startled awake by cries of rage. Over there, near the overturned containers, Urak was manhandling Daok! I surprised Daok! He. He was stealing water! By wanting to prevent it, I have. I knocked them over. The colossus, overwhelmed, clawed at the sand into which pumped the spilled water! Page Twenty-Three. Without the water, it would be wiser to turn back! And Daok-the-selfish deserves that we abandon him in the desert! Turn back!? Never! The territory of happiness is now very close! The spirits have said it! Once again, Wahuk, the sorcerer, was able to convince the “Clan of Sacrifices.” And the odyssey continued. The “Walking Hut” was like a raft on an ocean of dunes, sailing under the light of the sun. The nights alone brought a little coolness. Then, Rahan meditated while observing the sky, which was a mystery to him. Why do they always shine in the same place? He began to think that other men under other skies were contemplating the same stars, and that gave him back his confidence. We will live! We will find the horde again! Page Twenty-Four. One morning, a howl erupted behind a nearby dune. Argh! Song! It was Song who shouted! The son of Crao rushed forward. But it was too late! The child had just been stung by a large black scorpion! You will never strike again, “Tail-of-death”! An instant later. Song, you are going to die, are you not? No Inoo, not yet! Quickly light a fire! As for you, little one, you will have to grit your teeth! The child did not flinch when Rahan cut his heel, and pressed on the wound to extract the deadly venom. You are brave like a true hunter, Song! Page Twenty-Five. He also remained stoic when the glowing embers made his flesh sizzle! This wound will heal very quickly. You are not joining the territory of shadows, Song! You saved me from the "Two-teeth"! You saved Urak from the "Three-Horned Monster"! You saved Song! Without you, our clan would already be decimated! It will be in a moment, Inoo! Look! The son of Crao had turned pale. It was impossible to escape the new danger that presented itself! As if springing from the sand, scorpions arrived from everywhere! Countless like the leaves of a tree, they slowly approached. The “tails-that-kill” are surrounding us! We are lost! The horrible black sheet of scorpions was indeed spreading around the “walking hut”. Impassable! The “Clan of Sacrifices” did not seem to be able to escape the frightening peril. The scorpions were approaching! Approaching! Page Twenty-Six. No! No! We still have a chance to ward off the "Tails-that-kill!" Rahan threw himself on the pillars of the "Walking Hut," dislocating it. A moment later he spread the bamboos, vines and palm fronds in a circle. The “tails that kill” fear fire! As soon as the flames rose, in fact, the mass of scorpions froze. But this ring of fire would quickly go out. What would happen then? The “Tails-that-Kill” are abandoning us! The black stream of scorpions was retreating towards the dunes from which they had sprung! And the path was clear! But the ordeal of the “Sacrifices” was not over! Without water and food, they were now without shelter! And the sun remained implacable. Page Twenty-Seven. That was why they screamed with joy when a green forest finally appeared on the horizon. The spirits told me so! The territory of happiness is there! Wahuk-the-sorcerer soon had a new song to sing. They now faced an inextricable jungle! We will find water and game here! But the dangers remain just as great! Rahan had barely finished these words when he and his companions fell into a ravine hidden by the bushes! Huge snakes immediately attacked them! Although not venomous, these reptiles were formidable! Ra-ha-ha! You will not strangle Rahan, "Boak!" Freeing themselves first, Rahan and Urak went to the aid of the others. The strength of the colossus was marvelous! Argh! Page Twenty-Eight. We have to get out of this Ravine as quickly as possible! Other snakes were arriving, ever more numerous and the wall of the ravine was almost vertical! Look, Rahan is abandoning us! I knew he was a coward! With the agility of a “Four-hands,” the son of Crao had scaled the wall, and disappeared. But he reappeared a moment later. Hold on to these vines! Rahan will help you get out of the "Boaks" lair! A little later. Rahan could have abandoned you in the ravine, Daok! Do you still think he is "Cowardly"? Hum. Bravo, Rahan! Bravo! The Clan of sacrifices continued their exhausting march. Water and game no longer posed a problem. Page Twenty-Nine. But this jungle was infested with wild animals. How many times did Rahan have to intervene to save his companions? No one knows. Ra-ha-ha! His devotion to the small clan did not outweigh the hatred that Daok and Wahuk bore him. He is great, he is very useful to us! But one day we will not need him anymore! So. To cross this green hell, it was sometimes necessary to enter swamps, the kingdom of caimans. Back, “Skin of Wood”! We are not coming to steal your territory! On the contrary, we would like to flee it! Urak's force completed Rahan's address. Could not the colossus, with his hands alone, dislocate the jaw of a saurian! Page Thirty. The yellow-leaf season was approaching when they discovered the high mountains. The territory of happiness is behind these mountains! We are saved! Let us hope for that Wahuk! Inoo and Song are at the end of their strength! The fantastic trek into unknown territory had been going on for too long. All were exhausted. In the ravine in which they entered, shortly after, an icy wind blew which added to their torments. Harassed and chilled, they took refuge in the first cave that came along. Rest, Rahan will light a fire. A little later. If wild animals want to compete with us for the cave, this fire will keep them away! Oh! Worn down with fatigue, everyone else was sound asleep. Page Thirty-One. If Rahan falls asleep too, the fire will go out! And what will happen if a danger shows up? Oh! Rahan has an idea! He remembered a distant memory. That of a spider alerted by the vibrations of its web! In the ravine he discovered enough vines to weave a coarse net at the entrance to the cave. Shortly after, with one of these vines tied to his wrist, he fell into a deep sleep. The fire was still glowing when a shock woke him. The “Web” was moving! Something wanted to enter the cave! Page Thirty-Two. Rahan scattered wood to rekindle the fire. And. The “Balouas!” Breaking the "Web," a couple of grizzly bears burst in. Ra-ha-ha! Neither his cry nor the growls of the bears woke the others! He would fight alone! Oh! He did not have time to cut the line which hindered his movements. A paw whipped the vine, throwing him to the ground. He had let the firebrand escape and, in the returning darkness, he glimpsed the grizzly bears rushing towards him. Ra-ha-ha! It was not Rahan's battle cry that startled Urak awake. But the burn from the torch that had rolled under his thigh! Page Thirty-Three. Stunned, the colossus saw the son of Crao struggling with the two bears. That. What. Oh! Hold on Rahan! I am coming! I am coming! With the intervention of Urak the confrontation took place. A new trick. Rahan was able to deliver a devastating blow. Ra-ha-ha! He was going to help Urak. But it was unnecessary. The second grizzly's bones cracked under the colossus' grip. Crack! The others finally woke up. Oh! What. What happened? If Rahan had not been awake, these Bears would have torn us to pieces while we slept! Two more long days the "Clan of sacrifices" marches in this defile, crossing the mountain range. Page Thirty-Four. And it was, after so much torment, the overwhelming, the desperate discovery. Is this the territory of happiness that you promised the horde, Wahuk!? The gully opened onto an endless ocean! For two seasons we have faced death. For nothing! Not for nothing, Inoo. If we survive, our experience will serve the horde! They will not venture out in search of a territory that only exists in the mind of Wahuk! The wizard said nothing, but. The horde must never know that my predictions were wrong! These must die! All of them! The same ordeals awaited the clan of sacrifices on the way back. They had to go back through the mountain and the marshes. Page Thirty-Five. The green-leaf season returned when they had re crossed the desert. But how can you find your way back, Rahan!? Rahan is guided by the stars, Song! He knows under what star leads us to the horde. Every night, this star shows him the direction to take! Song was astounded. This revelation defeated the sinister project of Wuhak and Daok. Since he knows the language of the stars, only he can bring us back to the horde! We cannot kill him first! The heat was less oppressive and the crossing of the desert looked less difficult returning than going there. Rahan had imagined a way to carry water and food in abundance. Pretexting on their title, the chief and the sorcerer were reluctant to attend to the travoi. If you do not do your part. Page Thirty-Six. We will abandon you here and the “Hooked-Beaks” will take care of you! A flock of vultures had been escorting the “Clan of the Sacrifices” since daylight. And pull, hard! We will arrive faster! The raptors were on the lookout for failure. Faced with this threat, Daok and Wahuk complied reluctantly! One night, the son of Crao exclaimed, pointing to the starry sky. We will soon find the horde! She is in that direction! Daok and Wuhak were astounded. And indeed, at dawn. We are back in the “Valley of Torments”! The horde is without doubt somewhere behind these mountains! But all the dangers are not yet over! Inoo and Daok will scout with Rahan! Page Thirty-Seven. Shortly after, the three scouts climbed towards a summit. Rahan did not notice Chief Daok's looks of hatred. They were walking along a deep precipice when. Look! Over there! It is the horde! It is time to end this, Rahan! We do not need you anymore, "Hair of Fire"! Nor you either, Inoo! This brutal and vicious attack was unpredicted, unexpected. But the son of Crao, in an instinctive reflex, was able to grab a projection and the wrist of his companion. I was tired of putting up with your authority, Rahan! You will die! Suspended in the void, Rahan and Inoo could not escape the rock that Daok-the-deceiver was going to throw! Page Thirty-Eight. Argh! But Daok's laughter became a howl of terror. He, in turn, had just been pushed into the void by. Wahuk-the-sorcerer! And you will soon find it again at the bottom of the abyss! All I have to do now is eliminate Song and Urak! Ha-ha-ha! The sorcerer disappeared. Rahan felt as if the nerves in his wrists were going to rupture! Hold on to Rahan's legs, Inoo! With both hands, Rahan might be able to. However. This. This. It is horrible! Rahan has lost his balance on the edge of a precipice! He dragged Inoo and Daok into his fall! They. They are dead! The lie did not fool the child. Rahan is more agile than a two-horned-mountain-goat! He could not have fallen! You lie Wahuk! You Lie! Page Thirty-Nine. You dare to insult Wahuk-the-sorcerer! Your Blasphemy deserves immediate death! The sorcerer did not have time to throw his assegai. Urak lifted him off the ground! Why did you follow Rahan and the others, fiend? We want the truth, Wahuk! You hear? The truth! The son of fierce ages now held on with both hands, his strength deserting him. Without me you could still save yourself! I am going to let go of you, Rahan! I will never forget, in the land of the shadows, everything you did for us! Determined to sacrifice herself, Inoo was going to let go! No, Inoo! Do not do that! Look! The child and the colossus who had just appeared were about to throw down a solid line! Page Forty. An instant later. Daok wanted to kill us. And he was in turn thrown into the abyss by Wahuk! We did not know, Inoo. Wahuk confessed everything to us. Song pointed to the flock of vultures which, over there, were fighting over the sorcerer's flesh! I. I. I did not want to kill him! But I. I had to squeeze a little too hard. The colossus, overwhelmed, looked at his powerful hands with a sort of disgust. Wahuk was not a good wizard, Urak. He always lied to us and wanted us dead! We will tell the horde! Shortly after, in front of the rediscovered horde, Inoo recounted the odyssey of the "Sacrifices", denouncing the perfidiousness of Wahuk, and exalting the self-sacrifice of Rahan. It is thanks to Rahan that we came back! It is thanks to "Fire Hair" that we know that beyond the valley of torment, the "territory of happiness" does not exist! Page Forty-One. Insensitive to this praise, the son of Crao observed the cliff from which he had fallen months before with the bag of "Magic Grains." At the foot of this cliff tall yellow grass had grown, like he had seen near the cave of the old Cereha. He remembered the charge of the mammoths. The paws of the "Two-tooths" have buried the "Magic-grains"! And this yellow grass grew, giving other grains! If a grain produces a cluster of seeds, all these grains could cover an entire plain with yellow grass! He had shucked the ear between his fingers. He wiped out some winnings. When he blew gently, only a white powder remained on the rock. A magic powder? Is this the secret that Cereha did not have time to reveal to Rahan? Page Forty-One. He tasted cautiously on his tongue the powder that had become like a paste. The same taste as the “Thing” that Cooked on the Cereha fire! Rahan wants to know! He climbed onto the cliff, at the foot of which a carpet of yellow grass rippled in the breeze. Moved, he approached the cave. The “Hooked-Beaks” had to search for another home! No, the faithful eagles were still there! But they did not flinch when the son of fierce ages respectfully saluted the skeleton of old Cereha. Rahan is not coming to violate your secret, Cereha, since you wanted to confide it to him! In the darkness, he discovered armfuls of "yellow herbs", jars of water, and containers filled with white powder. And balls of dough, hardened by time. Rahan understands! The powder of the “Magic Grains” with water forms this paste which, when cooked well, can feed “Those-who-walk-upright!” Page Forty-Three. You had a wonderful secret, Cereha! As you wished, Rahan will reveal it to all his brothers! Thanks to you, when the game is rare, they will no longer know hunger! Rahan, in fact, revealed to the horde the secret of the “Magic Grains.” Who knows, Inoo? Perhaps the horde will no longer have to look elsewhere for the “Territory of Happiness!? In enthusiasm, they mowed the "Yellow Herbs", they pounded the ears of the "Magic Grains", and they kneaded their white powder. But when the dough cakes began to cook, a religious silence ensued. What shall we call this food, Rahan? I do not know. Was the secret of wheat discovered in the night of wild ages, by the old hermit Cereha? No one will ever know. The son of Crao, forgetting all the bad memories of the valley of torments, turned and remembered with delight to what men, thousands of centuries later, would call "Bread"!

Most Reverend in Christ, Father and Lord, Lord Cuthbert Tonstall, Bishop of Dunelm in England, John Cochleus, S P D. Most Reverend Father and Lord in Christ, after you have successfully returned from London to your country, increased by your goodness and power and the results of affairs, it was not permitted to me as frequently as before, to perform any of my duties of gratitude and respect to your most reverend lordship safely by letters, mainly because of the larger space distance made on both sides. However, I have written several times to Mister Ridley, as well as to R D T, but since I do not know what of my letters has reached R D T within five years, whence I suspect that some of the intercepted letters have perished, I decided at last to seek the public to intercede, and he was neither a Jew nor a contemptible blachteron, but the pious and learned pontiff Innocent the Third, highly praised by all historians and chronographers alike, and also approved by the public in decretal epistles by the authority of canon law, so that it exists publicly as a witness of my love and reverence for R D T. I hope that this will be far more agreeable to you, and safer from the snares of interceptors, than private letters have been or will be; for many things, and good for many, whom God has not given to a reprobate sense, or whom his own iniquity has not blinded or hardened. For those who are exalted either by the splendor of their birthdays, or by knowledge inflated, or by the success of things rise into exaltation, the precepts of humility from the sacred letters He lays healthily before the eyes, and by declaring the misery of the human condition, deters all from pride. Of course, this admonition seems extremely necessary at this time, in which the shadow of knowledge and most of the ignorant is so inflated, so that our faith and religion are not only debated between cups in an unbelieving and irreligious way, but they are not afraid to decide on new precepts and to give light to the uneducated and illiterate, tailors and furriers. But Innocent says that there is scarcely anything so cheap or so easy that a man fully understands, unless perhaps it is perfectly known, for nothing is perfectly known. However, from this an insoluble redargument immediately follows. Such was the ancient saying of Socrates: I do not know one thing that I do not know. And far more anciently and more religiously it was said by the great and holy man Job: I truly know that it is so, and that it is not Man is justified in comparison with God, if he wills to contend with him, he will not be able to answer him one for a thousand. Thus the wisest Solomon says: I have found only this, that God has made man upright, and that he himself has mixed himself up with infinite problems. Irreligious therefore is this rashness of the wise, by which they thus transgress the ancient boundaries which our fathers have established. The chief of whom, of course, and the originator or founder of all impious innovations, is so swollen with pride that he thinks that more has been revealed to himself than to all the ancient fathers and councils. Truly a wretched man, to whom the Lord says in the Apocalypse: He who says that I am rich, and enriched, and need no one, and you do not know that you are wretched, and pitiable, and poor, and blind, and naked. And Pliny, an ethnic man, rebukes those who are so vainly and arrogantly proud of knowledge. Some animals feel their own nature, others perish to usurp, to fly one thing, to have another strength, to swim another thing; for a man to know that nothing can be done without learning, that he cannot enter, that he cannot eat; Our Innocent clearly explains this misery of man by adding many things which were unknown to Pliny and to all the ethnics. I therefore beg and implore you, most decorated prince, to bear with an equanimity the admonitions of such a pious pontiff under the watchful eye of your name at this time, in which the fear of God is growing cold and worldly avarice and irreligious conversation are growing stronger in all the luxury, pomp and pageantry of the world, into the light reproduced I know, indeed, how much the truly learned and the foremost of scholars and eloquence make you, the most illustrious luminaries of our age, John Fischer, bishop of Rouen in England, William of Budaeus in France, Erasmus of Rotterdam in Germany, so that he may tremble rightly and meritoriously. I am writing to you. However, I use your trust and clemency and kindness learned from you as an interlude for the edification of many who are now vainly proud of their high spirits and placed outside themselves, so that when they have returned to themselves, they may return to their hearts and know themselves. Good-bye to the excellent and unique herald, the protection of the church and the everlasting ornament of the country. From Dresden Misnia to Albi. III. the ninth of February In the year of Sunday's incarnation 1534. De Contemptu Mundi, Pope Innocent III, A Puke (TM) AudioBook Translated by PukeOnAPlate 2024 It begins with a book on the contempt of the world, or on the misery of the human condition, published by Lotharius, cardinal deacon of Saints Sergius and Bacchus, who was later called Pope Innocent the Third. And it is divided into three partial books. PROLOGUE. To the dearest father P. dei Gratia, bishop of Porto, Lotharius, an unworthy deacon, grace in the present and glory in the future. A little leisure, which, amid many troubles of late, which you know, I have taken occasion of, has not entirely passed me idle. But in order to depress pride, which is the head of all vices, I have described in any way the baseness of the human condition. And I have dedicated the title of the present work to your name, beseeching and demanding, that if your discretion finds anything worthy in it, the grace of God write it all down. But if your paternity has suggested, let me describe the dignity of human nature, favoring Christ, in so far as the exalted is humbled by this, so that the lowly is exalted by it. FIRST BOOK. Chapter one. On entering the wretched human condition. Why did I come out of my mother's womb, to see labor and pain, and my days to be spent in confusion? If he, whom the Lord sanctified in the womb, spoke such things of himself, how shall I speak of myself, whom my mother bore in sins? Alas, I would say, my mother, why did you give birth to me, the son of bitterness and pain? Why did I not die in my mother's womb? Did I not immediately perish when I came out of the womb? Why was he born at the knees, suckled at the breasts, and born to burn and eat fire? I wish he had been killed I would have been in the womb, so that my mother would have been my grave and her womb an eternal conception. For I would not have been born, having been transferred from the womb to the grave. Who, then, will give my eyes a fountain of tears, that I may weep over the pitiable entrance of the human condition, the culpable progress of human conduct, the damnable exit of human dissolution? I then considered with tears what man was made of, what man does, what man is going to do. Of course, formed from the earth, conceived in guilt, born for punishment, he does evil things that are not lawful, base things that are not proper, vain things that are not expedient, he will become fuel for fire, food for worms, a mass of rot. I would explain it more clearly, I would eat it more fully. Man was formed from dust, from mud, from ashes, and that which is baser, from the most impure sperm: conceived in the itching of the flesh, in the fervor of lust, in the stench of lust, and that which is worse, in the decay of sin; born to labor, pain, fear, and everything more miserable is, to death. He does bad things, he offends God, he offends his Neighbor, he offends himself. He does disgraceful things by which he pollutes his reputation, pollutes his conscience, pollutes his person. He acts vainly, which he neglects the serious, he neglects the useful, he neglects the necessary. It will become fuel for the fire that always burns and burns unquenchable, food for the worm that always gnaws and eats the immortal, a mass of rot that always stinks and stinks terribly. Chapter two. Of the cheapness of man's own material. Therefore the Lord God formed man from the clay of the earth, which is inferior to the other elements, as is clear from Genesis 2. He made the planets and stars from fire, the winds and air from air, the fish and birds from water, and men and animals from the earth. Therefore, considering the watery man will find himself low, considering the airy he will recognize himself as lowly, considering the fiery he will consider himself very lowly, and will not be strong he will make himself equal to the heavenly ones, and will not dare to prefer himself to the earthly ones, because he will find himself equal to beasts and will recognize his likeness. For the destruction of men and beasts is one, and the condition of both is equal, and man has nothing more than beasts. They came from the earth, and they will return to the earth as well. These words are not of any man, but of the wisest Solomon. What then is man but dust and ashes? For hence man says to God: Remember, I pray thee, that thou hast made me as clay, and shalt return me to dust. Hence also God said to man: You are dust, and to dust you shall return. I am compared (says Job) to clay, and I am likened to embers and ashes. Clay is made of water and dust, both remaining; but ashes are made of wood and fire, both failing. Expressed mystery, but otherwise better expressed. So what is dirt? Are you proud? What dust are you raising? whence dost thou boast of ashes? Chapter three. On the defect of conception. Or perhaps you will answer that Adam himself was formed from the clay of the earth, but you were created from human seed? But he was formed from the earth, but from a virgin, but you were created from seed, but unclean. For who can make the world out of an unclean seed? Who is man, that he should appear blameless and righteous, born of a woman? For behold, I was conceived in iniquities, and in sins my mother conceived me. Not in just one iniquity, not in just one transgression, but in many iniquities and in many transgressions. That is, in the offenses and iniquities of one's own, in the offenses and iniquities of others. Chapter four. Of the shame of the child. For there is a twofold conception, one of seeds and the other of natures. The first takes place in commissions, the second takes place in contracts. For the parents commit themselves to the first, and the children contract to the second. For who does not know that even conjugal intercourse is never committed at all without the itching of the flesh, without the fervor of lust, without the stench of lust? Whence the seeds conceived are foul, stained, and corrupted, from which the soul finally infused contracts the blemish of sin, the stain of guilt, the filth of iniquity, just as liquid infused from a corrupt vessel is corrupted, and the polluted contiguous is polluted by its very contact. For the soul has three natural powers, or three natural powers: the rational, to distinguish between good and evil; irascible, so as to reject evil; concupiscible, so as to desire the good. These three powers are originally corrupted by three opposite vices; the power of the rational through ignorance, so that it does not distinguish between good and evil; irascible power through anger, so that it rejects good; concupiscible force through concupiscence, so that it desires evil. The first begets wrongdoing, the last gives birth to sin, the middle begets wrongdoing and sin. For it is a crime not to do what ought to be done; sin is not to be acted upon. These three vices are contracted from the flesh corrupted by three natural temptations. For in the carnal intercourse of reason the intuition is fenced off, so that ignorance is sown, the itching of lust is irritated, so that anger is propagated, the affections are satisfied with pleasure, so that concupiscence is contracted. This is the tyrant of the flesh, the law of the members, the fuel of sin, the languor of nature, the fodder of death, without whom no one is born, without whom no one dies, who, if he ever passes away in guilt, yet always remains in effect. For if we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. O great necessity and unhappy condition. Before we sin, we are bound by sin, and before we sin, we are bound by sin. Through man one sin entered into this world, and through sin passes through death to all men. Have not the fathers eaten sour grapes, and set their children's teeth on edge? Chapter five. What kind of food is the conception nourished in the womb. But take heed with what food the conception is nourished in the womb. Indeed, with the menstrual blood, which ceases from the woman after conception, so that the conceptions from it may be nourished in the woman, which is said to be so abominable and unclean, that from its contact crops do not sprout, shrubs wither, herbs die, trees lose their fetuses, and if dogs eat them , are brought into a frenzy. The conceived fetus contracts the vice of the seed, so that lepers and elephantiasis are born from this corruption. Hence, according to the Mosaic law, a woman who suffers menstruation is considered impure, and if whoever comes to menses is ordered to be put to death. And because of the impurity of the menses, it is commanded that if a woman gives birth to a male child, she should cease entering the temple for forty days, if a female child, eighty days. Chapter six. Of the infirmity of the child. Why, then, is light given to the wretched, and life to those who are in bitterness of soul? Happy are those who die before they are born, feeling death before they know life. For some are born so ugly and prodigious, that they are seen not as men, but rather as abominations, for whom perhaps it would have been better provided for, if they had never come to be seen, since they are pointed out and exhibited to the public as monsters. But most of them are born with diminished limbs and corrupt senses, the sadness of their friends, the infamy of their parents, the shame of their relatives. I would say this in particular about some, when in general we all perish without knowledge, without words, without virtue? weepy, feeble, infirm, a little distant from the brutes, nay, having less in many? For as soon as they have arisen, they step, but we not only do not walk with erect feet, but also do not crawl with bent hands. Chapter seven. Of the pain of childbirth and the crying of the child. We are all born crying to express our misery. For a male newly born says A, but a female E. Saying E or A, as many as are born of Eve. What then is Eve, but alas ha? Both are painful interjections, pain expressing Indignity. For these things, before the sin of the cross, after the sin Eve deserved to be called, from whence she heard it said to her: you shall wallow in sorrow. No for there is pain like that of a woman in childbirth. Whereupon Rachel, in great pain, gave birth, and as she was dying she called the name of her son Benoni, that is, the son of sorrow. The wife of Phineus gave birth to sudden pains as soon as she died, and at the very moment of her death she called her daughter Ichabod. But a woman, like a shipwrecked woman, when she gives birth, has sadness, but when she has given birth to a child, she no longer remembers the pressure for joy, because a man has been born into the world. Therefore it conceives with uncleanness and stench, it gives birth with sorrow and pain, it nurtures with distress and toil, it guards with insistence and fear. Chapter eight. Of the nakedness of man. He goes out naked, and comes back naked. The poor go, and the poor go. Naked, says Job, I came out of my mother's womb. and return thither naked. We brought nothing into this world, no doubt because we can take nothing away. But if any man enter clothed, let him pay attention to what kind of clothing he wears. It is a disgrace to say, a disgrace to hear, a disgrace to see. A disgusting film covered in blood. This is that wall, of which Thamar says in his speech: Why is the wall broken for your sake? And for this reason he called his name Phares, which means division. Chapter nine. What fruit does man produce? O base indignity of human condition, O unworthy condition of human baseness. Look for herbs and trees. They produce of themselves flowers and leaves and fruit, and alas, you bring forth lice and earthworms. They pour oil, wine, and balm from themselves, and you from yourself spit, urine, and dung. They are about themselves they breathe the sweetness of the fragrance, and you return from yourself the abomination of the stench. As the tree is, so is the fruit. For a bad tree cannot produce good fruit. For what is man according to form, but a kind of inverted tree? whose roots are the hair, the trunk is the head with the neck, the log is the peg with the belly, the branches are those with the pipes, the leaves are the fingers with the joints. This is the leaf that is carried away by the wind, and the stalk that is dried by the sun. CHAPTER Ten. On the disadvantages of old age and the brevity of man's life. At the beginning of the human condition, men are read to have lived nine hundred years and more, but as man's life gradually declined, the Lord said to Noah: My spirit shall not abide in man forever, for he is flesh, and his days shall be one hundred and twenty. of years This can be understood both about the term of life and about the space of repentance. For from that time it is very rarely read that men lived longer, but when human life declined more and more, it was said by the Psalmist: The days of our years are seventy years. But if in the potentates eighty years, and more their labor and pain. But will not the fewness of my days end in a short time? Our days are passing faster than the weaving of the web. A man born of a woman, living a short time, is filled with many miseries, who comes forth like a flower and is crushed, and flees like a shadow, and never remains in the same state. For few now reach the age of forty, and very few reach the age of sixty. Chapter eleven. On the disadvantages of old age. But if a man has advanced to old age, his heart is at once afflicted and his head throbbed, his breath faints and his breath stinks, his face is wrinkled and his stature is bent, his throat is dimmed and his joints wobbly, his nose runs and his hair falls out, his touch trembles and his actions fail, his teeth and ears rot. they are deaf The old man is easily provoked, difficult to recall, quick to believe and slow to disbelieve, tenacious and fond, sad and complaining, quick to speak, slow to hear, but not slow to anger, praises the ancients, despises the moderns, reproaches the present, commends the past, sighs and worries , becomes numb and weak. Listen to the poet Horace: Many troubles surround the old man. Moreover, let not the old boast against the young, nor let the young be insolent against the young old man, because what we are, he was, we shall be some day what he is here. Chapter Twelve. Of the labor of mortals. A bird is born to fly, and a man is born to work. All his days are full of troubles and sufferings, and his mind does not rest during the night. And what is this but vanity? There is no one without labor under the sun, there is no one without failure under the moon, there is no one without vanity under time. Time is the way things change. Vanity of vanities, says Ecclesiastes, and all things are vanity. Oh, how diverse are the studies of men, how diverse are their practices. Yet the end of all is one, and the result is the same, labor and affliction of the spirit. A great occupation was created for all men, and a heavy yoke upon the children of Adam, from the day of their coming out of their mother's womb, until the day of their burial in the grave of all. Chapter Thirteen. Of the study of the wise. Let the wise examine, investigate the heights of the sky, the breadth of the earth, the depths of the sea, and argue about each, discuss about all, always learn or teach. And what will the spirits find out of this occupation but labor and pain and affliction? He knew by this experience that he had said: I gave my heart to know the prudence of algae, doctrine, errors and folly, and I recognized that it was labor and affliction of the spirit, because in much wisdom there is much indignation, and he who adds knowledge adds pain. For though it behooves the searcher to sweat with many vigils and watch with toil and sweat, yet there is scarcely anything so cheap, scarcely so easy, that a man fully understands and grasps at a liquid level, unless perhaps it is perfectly known, for nothing is perfectly known, even though it is inscrutable from this will result in redargument. To anyone the body that decays burdens the soul, and the torrential panting detracts from the thinking mind. Hear what Solomon thinks about this: All difficult things, man cannot explain them in words. There is a man who does not sleep with his eyes day and night, and cannot find any reason for their work. And the more he labored to seek, the less he would find. Therefore those who search for scrutiny fail, because man will come to a deep heart, and God will be exalted. For the searcher of majesty is overwhelmed by glory. For he who understands more, doubts more, and he seems wiser to himself, who loses more. Therefore, part of knowledge is to know what one does not know. But the god did the right thing, and he involved himself in infinite questions. Chapter Fourteen. Of the various studies of men. Let mortals run and run through fences and paths, climb mountains, cross hills, fly over rocks, fly over the Alps, cross pits, enter caves, explore the bowels of the earth, the depths of the sea, uncertain rivers, dark forests, impassable solitudes, they expose themselves to winds and rains, thunders and lightnings, waves and tempests, ruins and precipices. They forge and fuse metals, carve and polish stones, cut and mold wood, spin and weave cloth, cut and sew clothes, build houses, plant gardens, cultivate fields, tend vineyards, burn furnaces, build mills, fish, hunt and hunt. They meditate and think, counsel and organize, complain and quarrel, rob and steal, deceive and bargain, contend and fight, and do innumerable such things in order to accumulate wealth, to multiply their gains, to make gains. they are followed, that they may acquire honors, that they may exalt their dignities, that they may extend their powers, and this also is labor and affliction of mind. If I am not believed, let Solomon be believed: I magnified, says he, my works: I built houses for myself and planted vineyards for myself, I made gardens and orchards, I planted them with trees of every kind, I built for myself cisterns of water to irrigate the forest of sprouting trees, I owned servants and maidservants. and I had a large family, also herds and large flocks of sheep, beyond all who had been before me in Jerusalem. I amassed for myself gold and silver, and the substance of kings and provinces. I made for myself singers and songstresses and the delights of the children of men, cups and pitchers in the service of pouring out wine, and I surpassed in wealth all who were before me in Jerusalem. And when I had turned to all that my hands had made, and to my labors, to whom I had sweated in vain, I saw in them all vanity and affliction of mind, and nothing lasting under the sun. Chapter Fifteen. About different concerns. Oh, how mortals are troubled by anxiety, afflicted by care, troubled by care, terrified by fear, shaken by trembling, taken away by horror, afflicted by pain, disturbed by sadness, saddened by confusion. The poor and the rich, the slave and the master, the married and the free, finally, the good and the bad, all are afflicted with worldly afflictions and are tormented by worldly afflictions. Trust the teacher after experience. If (says he) I do wickedly, woe unto me. And if it is just, I will not raise my head saturated with suffering and misery. Chapter Sixteen. Of the misery of the needy and the poor. For the poor are oppressed by hunger, tormented by hardships, hunger, thirst, cold, nakedness, they are despised, scorned, scorned, and scorned. O miserable condition of the beggar, and if he does not ask, he is ashamed, and if he does not ask, he is consumed by want, but to beg, he is compelled by necessity. God is caused to be unjust because he does not divide justly. The neighbor is accused of evil, which does not fully help. He is indignant, he murmurs, he curses. Notice the wise man's opinion on this: It is better (says he) to die than to be in need. He also goes out to hate his poor neighbor. All the days of the poor man's evil, the poor man's brothers hate him. Moreover, his friends also withdrew far from him: because when you are happy, you will count many friends, but if the times are bad, you will be alone. Therefore, shame is considered according to the person's fortune, rather than fortune is to be valued according to the person. He is considered as good as the rich, as bad as the poor, and rather he should be considered as rich how good, how poor, how bad. But the rich man is freed from excess, and his rashness is restrained, he runs at will, and rushes at what is unlawful. They also become instruments of punishment, which had been entertainments of guilt. Toil in acquiring, fear in possessing, pain in losing, always wearies, strains, and afflicts his mind. For where your treasure is, there is your heart. But we shall speak more fully of this in what follows. Chapter Seventeen. Of the misery of servants and lords. A servant serves, is frightened by threats, wearied by hardships, afflicted by plagues, robbed of riches: which if he does not have, he is forced to drink, and if he has, he is forced not to have. The fault of the master, the punishment of the servant: the fault of the servant, the prey of the master. Whatever the kings rave about, the Achives placate. The hunting of the lion onager in the desert, as well as the pasture the rich and the poor O extreme condition of slavery. Nature gave birth to children, but fortune made slaves. The slave is forced to suffer and no one is allowed to sympathize, he is forced to grieve and no one is allowed to sympathize. So he himself is not his own, so that no one can be himself. Miserable are those who follow the camp, because it is miserable to live as the prey of others. But the Lord, if he is cruel, must be feared because of the wickedness of his subjects; if he is gentle, he may be despised because of the insolence of his subjects. Fear, then, afflicts the severe, and the lowly despises the meek. For cruelty breeds hatred, and familiarity breeds contempt. For the care of one's family is tiring, and the anxiety of the household is troublesome. For it is necessary for him to be always ready, everywhere fortified, so that he can prevent the intrigues of the malicious, repulse the injuries of the assailants, crush the enemies and protect the citizens. Nor is the day sufficient for its malice, but day after day it belches up labor, and the night of the night indicates concern. Therefore the days are laborious, and the nights are spent without sleep. CHAPTER Eighteen. Of the misery of the continent and of the married. If fire can not burn, flesh can not lust, because no matter how much he is punished, that Jebusite can never be expelled. You drive out nature with a pitchfork, yet it still returns. Not all (says he) understand this word, but he who can understand it, let him understand it. Hence, when God himself had ordered certain pontifical garments, that Moses and Aaron should clothe their sons, he did not command only the feminine ones, but said that they themselves should wear feminine ones when they entered the tabernacle of testimony. But the apostle also says: Do not deceive one another, except perhaps by agreement for a time. that you may rest in prayer and return again to the same thing, lest Satan tempt you because of your intemperance. For it is better to marry than to burn. Therefore, the angel of Satan fights against self-control, who carnally stimulates and violently slaps, kindles the fire of nature with the breath of suggestion, supplies matter, gives ability, and serves opportunity. He fights, and species which is suddenly seen, is easily coveted. Therefore, when David was walking in the afternoon in the palace of the royal house, seeing from opposite Bathsheba washing herself, he sent and took her and slept with her, for she was a very beautiful woman. Moreover, he who is with his wife is anxious about the things of the world and is divided. For he is distracted by many straits and divided into various cares, in order to seek and provide for his sons and wife, servants and maidservants. Therefore the tribulations of the flesh they have such The wife strives to have precious ornaments and various furniture, so that her worship is often more valuable than her husband's income; moreover, through the nights and days he weeps and sighs, chatters and murmurs. For there are three things which do not permit a man to remain in the house, smoke, dripping, and his main wife. She (says he) goes more gracefully and is honored by all, but I, the most miserable one, alone in the assembly of women, am despised, despised by all. She only wants to be loved, to be praised by the sun, another's love she claims to be her hatred, another's praise she suspects her shame. Everyone who loves is to be loved, everything that is hated is to be hated. It is worth winning, but it is not worth winning. He does not suffer to be tamed, but tries to dominate. He wants to be able to do everything, but not to be able to do anything. If she is beautiful, she is easily enamored; if ugly, not easily coveted. But what is loved by many is hard to keep, and it is difficult to possess what no one is worthy to possess. The form of another, another with wit, another with humor, another with liberality; and from some part it is captured, that which is approached from all sides. The horse and the ass, the ox and the dog, the garment and the bed, even the cup and the pitcher, are first tried, and afterwards compared. But the bride is scarcely shown at last, lest she should be displeased before she is taken away; yet, whatever chance may befall her, she must always be held. If she is ugly, if she is smelly, if she is sick, if she is foolish, if she is proud, if she is hot-tempered, if she is in any way vicious, a wife cannot be put away by her husband except for fornication alone. But he who divorces cannot marry another, nor can another be joined to a divorced one. For whoever he who divorces his wife, except for the cause of fornication, causes her to commit adultery, and he who marries a divorced woman commits adultery. If the wife has left her husband, she must remain unmarried or be reconciled to her husband. In the same way the husband, if he has left his wife. The weight of the couple is too heavy. For (says Solomon) he is a fool and an impious man who commits adultery, and he is a patron of indecency who conceals the crime of his wife. But if he divorces adultery, he is punished through no fault of his own, since he is forced to keep it while he is alive, for which reason the disciples of Christ also said: If such is the case of a man with his wife, it is not expedient to marry. Who could ever withstand a rival with equanimity? The mere suspicion afflicts the zealot greatly. For although it is written: they shall be two in one flesh; but the jealousy of two men in one flesh is not tolerated. CHAPTER Nineteen. Of the misery of the good and the bad. It is not for the wicked to rejoice, he says to the lords, because by what a man sins, he is tormented by it. For the worm of conscience never dies, and the fire of reason is never extinguished. For I saw those who work iniquity and sow sorrows and reap them, perished by the breath of God, and were consumed by the spirit of his wrath. Pride inflames, envy gnaws, avarice stimulates, anger inflames, gluttony torments, lust dissolves, falsehood binds, murder stains. So also the rest of the marvels of vice, and which are the amusements of man's piety, are the instruments of God's punishment. Envious of another's possessions, he perished in his riches. But the envy of the Sicilians did not find a greater cannon for the tyrant. For vice corrupts nature, as the apostle testifies, who says: Because they have disappeared in their thoughts, the foolish man is darkened their car For this reason God gave them over to the desires of their hearts, to impurity, so that they might insult their bodies, and as They refused to have knowledge of God, so God gave them over to a reprobate mind, so that they would do those things which were not agreeable to them. But even those who want to live godly in Christ suffer persecution. For the saints have experienced mockery and scourging, besides chains and prisons; They went about in sackcloth, in sheep's skins, needy, distressed, distressed, some of them were not worthy of the world. Wandering in deserts and mountains, in caves and caverns of the earth, dangers of rivers, dangers of robbers, dangers from the tribe, dangers from the nations, dangers in the city, dangers from false brothers In labor and suffering, in many vigils, in hunger and thirst, in many hardships, in cold and nakedness. For the just man denies himself, crucifying his members with vices and lusts, so that the world may be crucified to him, and he to the world. He does not have a permanent citizenship here, but he is looking for a future one. He endures a century as an exile, shut up in the body as in a prison. Inhabitant, he said; I am in the land and a stranger like all my fathers. Allow me to cool off before I go and be no more. Alas for me, because my sojourn was prolonged, I dwelt with the inhabitants of Cedar, my soul was much a sojourner. Who is weak, and I am not weak? who offends, and I do not burn? for the sins of our neighbors are the reproaches of the righteous. This is the watering-place which Caleph gave to his daughter Axa as a dowry. CHAPTER Twenty. Of the enemies of man. Therefore, warfare is the life of man on earth. Is it not true warfare, when multiple enemies are always lying in wait on every side to capture, to pursue to destroy, demon and man, world and flesh? The devil with vices and lusts, man with beasts, the clean with the elements, the flesh with the senses. For the flesh lusteth against the spirit, but the spirit against the flesh. It is true that our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against spiritual wickedness in the heavenly realms, against the rulers of this darkness. For your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour. The fiery weapons of the wicked are kindled. Death enters through the windows, the eye preys on the soul, the world fights against the world senseless. Nation against nation, and kingdom against kingdom, and there will be great earthquakes throughout the land, pestilences and famines, and terrors from heaven and storms. The earth produces thorns and thistles, the water storms and waves, the air storms and thunder, fire flashes and lightnings. Cursed, he says, the ground will sprout thorns and thistles for you in your work. In the sweat of your face you will eat your bread until you return to the earth, because you are earth and now you will go to earth. A wild boar ambushed him from the forest, and a singular beast devoured him, the wolf and the bear, the panther and the lion, the tiger and the onager, the crocodile and the gryphon, the snake and the snake, the basilisk and the wasp, the dragon and the scorpion, the scorpion and the viper, but also the snakes and lice, ants and fleas, gnats and flies, hornets and wasps, fish and birds. For we who were created to have dominion over the fish of the sea, the birds of the sky, and every living thing that moves on the earth, we are now given to them as a prey and given to them as food. For it is written: I will send the teeth of beasts upon them, with the fury of those that drag on the earth, and of serpents. Chapter Twenty One. Of the prison of the soul which is the body. I am a miserable man, who will deliver me from the body of this death? surely he does not want to be brought out of prison, who does not want to come out of his body. For the prison of the soul is the body. About which the Psalmist: Bring my soul out of prison. Nowhere is peace and tranquility, nowhere is peace or security, everywhere fear and trembling, everywhere toil and pain. As long as the flesh lives, it will grieve, and the soul will mourn over itself. CHAPTER Twenty-Two. Of the brief happiness of man. Who has ever led a whole day in his pleasant enjoyment, which was not disturbed in some part of the day by the guilt of conscience, or by an attack of anger, or by the impulse of concupiscence? Who has not been vexed by the bruise of envy, or the ardor of avarice, or the swelling of pride, who has not been moved by some loss, or offense, or passion, who has not been offended by some sight, or hearing, or act? A rare bird in the world, very similar to the black swan. Listen to the wise man's opinion on this: From morning to evening time will change. Vain thoughts succeed him, and the mind is carried away into different things. They hold the drum and the lyre, and rejoice at the sound of the organ. Chapter Twenty Three. Of unexpected pain. For worldly Jaetism is always followed by sudden sadness. And what begins with joy ends in sorrow. For worldly happiness is sprinkled with many bitternesses. He knew this who had said: Laughter will be mingled with sorrow, and joy will occupy the extremes of grief. The children of Job experienced this, for when they were eating and drinking wine in the house of their first-born brother, suddenly a strong wind rushed from the desert country and shook the four corners of the house, which fell and crushed them all. Rightly then did the father say: My harp is turned to mourning, and my organ to the voice of weeping. For it is better to go to the house of mourning than to the house of rejoicing. Pay attention to the healthy advice: In the day of the good you are not oblivious to evils. Remember your last words, and you will not sin forever. CHAPTER Twenty-Four. On the nearness of death. The last day is always the first, and the first day is never considered the last, although it is always appropriate to live as if it were always necessary to die. For it is written: Be mindful, because death does not delay. Time passes, but death approaches. A thousand years before dying, as if it were yesterday, which has passed. For the future is always born, the present always dies, and all that is past is dead. For we die while we live forever, and only then do we cease to die when we cease to live. It is therefore better to die of life than to live to death, because mortal life is nothing but living death. Hence Solomon: I praised the dead more than living, and I judged the one who had not yet been born to be more fortunate than both. Life runs fast and cannot be held back; but death occurs instantly and cannot be prevented. This is the wonderful thing, that the more it grows, the more it decreases, because the more life progresses, the more it comes to an end. CHAPTER Twenty-Five. On the terror of sleepers. The time which is allowed to be quiet, is not allowed to be quiet: for dreams are frightening; disturbing visions. And although they are not in truth sad, or terrible, or laborious, what they dream when they dream, yet in truth they are sad, frightened, and tired to such an extent that sometimes they weep while sleeping, and when they wake up they are very often troubled; they have lost it. Notice what Eliphas the Themanites says about this: In the horror of the night vision, when Sleep is wont to take hold of men, terror seized me and trembling, and all my bones were terrified, and when the spirit passed over me, the hairs of my flesh shuddered. Consider Job saying: If I speak, my bed will comfort me, and I will be revealed, Joking with myself on my bed; You will frighten me by dreams, and by visions you will shake me with horror. Nebuchadnezzar saw a dream that greatly frightened him, and the visions in his head troubled him. Many cares follow dreams, and where there are many dreams, many vanities. They have caused many to err in their dreams, and they have given up hoping in them. For there frequently appear in dreams indecent images, from which, through nocturnal illusions, not only the flesh is polluted, but the soul is also stained. Wherefore the Lord in Leviticus says: If there be among you a man who is defiled in his night's sleep, let him go outside the camp, and not return until he in the evening he is washed with water, and after the sun sets he must return to the camp. CHAPTER Twenty-Six. On the sympathy of friends. Oh, with how much pain we are troubled, with how much trembling we are shaken, when we feel the losses of our friends and fear the dangers of our parents! More than once healthy in fear, quarn weak is disturbed by illness. Here the volunteer is more afflicted by the feeling of pain than by the sight of the effect of fatigue. It is true in poetry: Love is full of anxiety and fear. Whose chest is so iron, whose heart is so stony, that it does not express a groan, does not shed tears, when it looks at the disease and destruction of a neighbor or a friend, that it does not sympathize with the patient, and does not sympathize with the sorrowing? When Jesus himself saw Mary and the Jews who had come with her to the tomb weeping, he was troubled in spirit, troubled himself, and burst into tears. it is, perhaps not because he died, but rather because he recalled the dead to the miseries of life. But let him know that he is culpably hard and grievously guilty who mourns the bodily death of his friend and does not weep for the spiritual death of his soul. Chapter Twenty-Seven. Of sudden misfortunes. Suddenly, when it is not suspected, misfortune happens, calamity rushes in, disease invades, death intercepts, from which no one escapes. Therefore do not boast about tomorrow, not knowing what the next day will bring forth. A man does not know his end, but as a fish is taken with a hook, and as birds are caught in a snare, so men are caught in the evil time when it suddenly comes upon them. Chapter Twenty-Eight. Of innumerable kinds of sickness. Until centuries ago, physical energy could track down as many types of illnesses, as many types of passions, as human frailty could tolerate. Should I say intolerance of diseases is tolerable, or should I say tolerance is intolerable? it is better to combine both. For it is intolerable because of the bitterness of passion, and tolerable because of the necessity of suffering, day by day human nature becomes more and more corrupt. In this way, since most healthy experiments were once made, which today are deadly due to their lack, both the worlds have grown old, both the macrocosm and the microcosm, that is, the greater world and the lesser world. And the longer the old age of both is produced, the worse the nature of both is disturbed. CHAPTER Twenty-Nine. About the different types of arms. What shall I say of the wretched, who are punished by innumerable kinds of tortures? they are slaughtered with clubs and swords; Those to death, to death, those to the sword, to the sword, those to famine, to famine, and those to captivity, to captivity. A cruel judgment, a terrible execution, a sad spectacle, are given as food to the birds of the sky, the beasts of the earth, and the fish of the sea. Alas, alas, poor mothers, who gave birth to such unhappy children. Chapter Thirty. About a certain horrible fascination, such as that a certain woman eats her own child. I would therefore like to recall the horrible deed that Josephus describes of the Jewish siege: A certain woman of noble means and lineage, together with the rest of the multitude, which had flocked to Jerusalem, bore the common fate of the siege. The rest of his resources, which he had transferred from his house to the city, were completely invaded by the tyrants. If anything had been left of the great riches, with which she could lead a meager daily subsistence, the robbers' henchmen rushed in and snatched it away, for which the immense labor tired the woman out of a kind of indignation as if insanity, so that sometimes she incited the robbers to murder by her curses and insults. It is true that he was not irritated no one would have pitied her, and if there had been any food that she might have sought from her, it would have been sought from others, and there would no longer be any more to be desired; already armed against the very laws of nature. For she had a little son under her breast, whom she brought before her eyes. O most unfortunate son, in war, famine, and raids of robbers, to whom shall I reserve you? For even if life could be hoped for, you would still be bound by the yoke of Roman servitude. I have come now, O my son, be food to the mother, fury to the gods, legend to the ages, which was the only thing missing from the destruction of the Jews. And when he had said this, he immediately strangled his son, and then threw them into the fire when it is placed, it roasts, and consumes half of it, but keeps the half covered. And behold, immediately the robbers rushed in, having received the smell of burnt flesh, and threatened him with death, unless he showed without delay the food, which they felt was ready. Then she said: I have reserved the best part for you, and immediately she uncovered the remaining parts of the child. But they were suddenly seized with a great terror, and their limbs were unable to direct themselves, and as if by hardness of heart their voice was stopped in their throats. But she, with a fierce countenance, and more savage than the robbers themselves, says she, is the birth of mine, the son is mine, the deed is mine. Do not make yourselves more pious mothers, or softer women; that if your pity overcomes you, curse my food, which I have already fed on such, I will feed on them again. After this they were terrified and dismayed they depart, who have left this alone, of all their resources, as food for the poor mother. Chapter Thirty-One. Sometimes the innocent is punished and the guilty is acquitted. Let no one trust himself who has experienced punishment, who knows himself to be immune from guilt. He who stands must see that he does not fall. For the innocent is often condemned, and the guilty is acquitted: the pious is punished, and the impious is honored. Jesus is crucified, and Barabbas is freed. Today a just and quiet man is considered useless, a religious man a hypocrite, a simple man foolish. For the simplicity of the righteous is mocked. Lamps despised by the thoughts of the gods. THE SECOND BOOK. dissuading from the sinful progress of human conversion. CHAPTER One. Which people usually affect in common. Men are most wont to be affected by three things: riches, pleasures, and honors. They proceed from corrupt wealth, from base pleasures, from vain honors. For hence John the Apostle says: Love not the world, nor the things that are in the world: for whatever is in the world is the lust of the flesh and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life. The lust of the flesh belongs to pleasures, the lust of the eyes to riches, the pride of life belongs to honors. Riches breed lust and avarice, pleasures breed gluttony and luxury, honors breed pride and boasting. CHAPTER Two. Of desire. There is nothing therefore more wicked to the miser, and nothing more wicked, than to love money. It is the word of the Wise, which the Apostle confirms, saying: Those who wish to become rich fall into temptation and into the trap of the devil, and into many and useless and harmful desires, which plunge a man into destruction and perdition. For the root of all evil is covetousness. He commits blasphemies and steals, commits robberies and plunders, wages wars and murders, sells and buys fraudulently, demands and receives unjustly, negotiates and lends unjustly, He insists on tricks and threats of fraud, dissolves the agreement and violates the oath, corrupts the testimony and perverts the judgment. CHAPTER Three. Of unjust duties. Consult the evangelical prophet Isaiah. All (says he) love gifts, follow retributions, do not judge the orphan, the cause of the widow does not enter into them. They do not precede retributions, because they do not judge from the love of justice, but retributions precede them, because they point to the love of money. For they always follow a gift, a promise, or a hope, and therefore they do not judge by the pupil from whom the gift is given, or promised, or hoped for. O unfaithful princes, companions of thieves, whosoever loves gifts, follow retributions, never shake your hand from a gift, unless you have first eluded the covetousness of the peotor. The prophet says of you: I will snatch away its princes like wolves, and snatch away the gains in pursuit. Its princes judged in gifts, and the chosen priests taught for a fee, and its prophets divined in money. And the Lord through Moses commanded the contrary in the law: You shall appoint judges and magistrates in all your gates, that they may judge the people with just judgment, and not incline to the other side. You shall not accept a person or gifts, because gifts blind the eyes of the wise and change the words of the righteous. But you will pursue just what is right, and you will live. He says two things, just and just. For some pursue just what is just, others unjustly what is unjust: again, some unjustly pursue what is just, others justly what is unjust. Chapter Four. On the reception of persons. Woe unto you who pray or praise the corrupt, who, driven by love or hatred, say good and evil and evil and good, putting light to darkness and darkness to light, mortifying souls that do not die, and quickening souls that do not live. For you do not consider the merits of causes, but the merits of persons, not rights, but gifts, not justice, but money, not what reason dictates, but what the will affects, not what the law enjoins, but what the mind desires. Not inclining your mind to justice, but inclining your mind to justice, not that this may please, but that this may be permitted. The eye is never so simple in you, that the whole body is bright, but you always mix something with the leaven, by which you corrupt the whole mass. You neglect a poor cause with delay, but promote a rich cause with urgency. You show rigor in them, when you dispense with them out of meekness. You regard them with difficulty,. treat these evacuees with favor. hearing them carelessly, listening to them with precision. The poor man cries and hears the poor, the rich man speaks and everyone applauds. The rich man spoke, and all were silent, and the clouds will carry his rod even as far; the poor man spoke, and they say, who is this man? and if he stumbles, they will overthrow him. He who suffers violence cries out and no one listens, he cries out and there is no one to tell. But if you happen to take up the cause of the sparrows, you encourage them with ease, but if you take up the cause of the rich, you persevere in persuading them. The poor are despised, the wicked are honored; you rose reverently against them, and despised them despicably. If a man enters your meeting with a golden ring in a white garment, a poor man enters in a dirty garment, and you look at him who is dressed in a fine garment, and you say to him, sit here well; my feet, are you not mocking among yourselves and become the index of unrighteous thoughts? For the prophet says about you and against you: They were magnified and rich, fat and oppressed; You will accept the truth of each person, it is God's judgment. For there is no acceptance of persons with God. Chapter Five. Of the sale of the just. But you neither give grace gratuitously, nor return joy justly, because unless it comes, it does not proceed, and it is not given unless it is sold. often You postpone justice so much that you take more than the whole thing away from the litigants, because the cost of the expense is greater than the result of the decision. But what will you be able to answer in the district judgment, who commands: You have received freely, freely give? Lureum in the box, loss in the conscience, you capture the money, but you capture the soul. But what does it profit a man if he gains the whole world, but suffers the loss of his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul? A brother will not redeem, man will redeem, he will not give to God his appeasement, nor the price of the redemption of his soul, he has labored for ever, and he will still live to the end. Hear, O Gods, what the Apostle James says against you: Act now, you rich, weep and howl in your miseries that will come upon you, your riches are rotten, and your clothes are eaten by moths, your gold and silver have rusted. and their pride will be a witness to you, and will eat your flesh like fire. You have stored up wrath for yourselves in the last days. Behold, the wages of the laborers who harvested your fields, which has been defrauded by you, cry out, and their cry entered into the ears of the Lord of hosts. Therefore the truth commanded: Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where rust and moth destroy, where thieves dig up and steal. Chapter Six. Of the insatiable desire of lovers. O unquenchable fire, O insatiable desire. Who has ever been satisfied with his first wish? When he obtains what he had wished for, he longs for abundance, and always ends in having and never in having. The eye of the covetous is insatiable, and not in the part of iniquity will be satisfied The greedy will not be filled with money, and he who loves riches will not enjoy them. Hell and perdition are ever filled, so are the eyes of man insatiable. But it is usually the daughters of bloodsuckers who say: bring, bring. For the love of money increases as much as the chest itself increases. CHAPTER Seven. Why the greedy cannot be satisfied. Do you want to know, oh desire, why you are always empty, why you are never filled? Be warned: it is not your full measure, which, no matter how much it contains, is still a bigger catch. But the human mind is capable of God, since he who adheres to God is one with God. However much it contains, it is never full unless it has God, whose it always is capable If you want to be satisfied, O greedy person, stop being greedy, because while you are greedy, you will not be able to be satisfied. For there is no meeting of light with darkness, nor of Christ with Belial, because no one can serve God and mammon. Chapter Eight. Of false name of riches. O happy false riches, which truly make a rich man an unhappy son. For what is more unhappy than the riches of the world, which are called riches? For the rich and the needy are the opposites of the sun. But they do not take away the wealth of the world, but bring want. For, says Solomon, a little is more sufficient for the poor than for the rich, because where there are many riches, there are many who eat them. How many and how much the magnates need, he frequently himself I try. Riches therefore do not make a man rich, but needy. CHAPTER Nine. Examples against desire. How many have been deceived by desire! how many has greed destroyed! Balaam drew back the ass and rubbed the feet of the one who was sitting, because he had been seized by the desire of the promised people and had planned to curse Israel. Achan was stoned by the people because he had taken gold and silver from the curse. Naboth was interrupted so that Achas could take possession of his vineyard. Gezi was struck with leprosy because he asked for and received gold and silver and clothes under the name of Eliseus. Judas hangs himself with a snare, because he sold and betrayed Cbristus. Ananias and Sapphira died suddenly because they defrauded the apostles of the price of the land. Tire built her fortifications, and amassed silver like the earth, and gold like the mud of the streets, but behold, the lord will possess her, and will smite her strength in the sea, and these will be devoured by fire. Chapter Ten. Of the superfluous solicitude of lovers. Why does anyone insist on gathering, when he who gathers cannot stand? For like a flower it comes forth and is crushed, and flees like a shadow, and never remains in the same state. Why should he desire much, when a few are sufficient? Having, he says, food and clothing, let us be content with these. Why should he seek the necessities with much solicitude, when they themselves offer themselves without great difficulty? listen What does the truth say about this: Do not be anxious, saying: What shall we eat, or what shall we drink, or with what shall we be covered? For your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. Therefore seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and these things will be added to you. For I have never seen a righteous man forsaken, nor his seed seeking bread. CHAPTER Eleven. Of avarice. Tantalus thirsts for waves, and is greedy for riches, for he is as much what he has as he is what he does not have, because he never uses what he has acquired, but is always eager to acquire it. Solomon: He is like a rich man when he has nothing, and he is like a poor man when he has many riches. Avaras and hell both eat and do not digest, take and do not give back. The miser does not sympathize with the suffering, nor does he help or pity the poor, but offends God, he offends himself, he offends his neighbor. For he withholds what is due to God, he denies what is necessary, and takes away what is convenient. Ungrateful to God, impious to his neighbor, cruel to himself. To a covetous and tenacious man substance is without reason, and to a livid man what good is gold? He who is wicked to himself, how will he be good to others? And he will not delight in his possessions. He who has the substance of this world, and sees that his brother is in need, closes his bowels from him, how does the charity of God remain in him? For he does not love his neighbor as himself, whom hunger destroys and want consumes, nor does he love God above all things, who prefers gold and prefers silver. Chapter Twelve. Why is avarice the servitude of idols? The apostle rightly defines: Covetousness is the servitude of idols. For as the idolater serves the image, so also the greedy treasure. For he diligently amplifies the worship of idolatry, and he gladly increases the heap of money. He worships the image with all care, and he guards the treasure with all care. He places his hope in idolatry, and he places his hope in money. He fears to mutilate the image, and he fears to diminish the treasure. Chapter Thirteen. On certain properties of avarice. Greedy ready to ask, slow to give, proud to deny. If he spends anything, he loses a lot, sad, bitter and so on the morose sighs and worries, doubts and spends unwillingly. The Magnificat is given, but it debases what is to be given, it gives that it may be gained, but it is not gained that it is given; It empties the appetite to fill the chest, thins the body to extend profit. His hand is folded to give, but extended to receive, closed to give, but open to receive. Moreover, the substance of the unrighteous will dry up like a river, because he who gathers badly quickly scatters. a judgment of lust, but let what proceeds from evil come to evil, and let it not come to good that does not proceed from good. The avaricious, therefore, drinks the damnation of the life that is now, and that which is to come. Chapter Fourteen. On the unjust possession of shares. It is true, then, that the wise man protested, he lost many gold and silver. He who loves gold will not be justified. Woe to those who let it be followed. Behold, the very sinners and the rich have obtained riches in this age. Hence the truth itself commanded the apostles: Do not possess gold, silver, or money in your belts, because just as a camel cannot enter through the eye of a needle, so it is difficult for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. For narrow is the way and narrow is the gate that leads to life. The apostle therefore, following the rule of truth, said: Silver and gold are now mine. Woe to you, therefore, who join house to house, and field to field to the border of the place. The earth is full of silver and gold, and there is no end to its treasures. I was angry because of the iniquity of his greed, and I struck him. Chapter Fifteen. Of lawful resources. Moreover, Abraham was rich, and Job rich, David wealthy, and yet the scripture says of Abraham, because he believed God and it was counted to him for righteousness. And of Job, because there was none like him in the earth, a simple and upright man, fearing God, and shunning evil. As for David, because the Lord found a man after his own heart. But they were as if they had nothing and possessed everything, according to the words of the Prophet: If riches flow in, do not set your heart on them. But we are possessors of all things as if we had nothing, according to the words of the Psalmist: The rich ate and were hungry. For you will find it easier for him who loves riches and does not have, than he who has and does not love. As it is difficult to be in the fire and not burn, it is more difficult to possess riches and not love. Hear the prophet Jeremiah: From the least to the greatest, all seek covetousness, and from the prophet to the priest, all commit deceit. Chapter Sixteen. Of the uncertainty of riches. Everyone who is covetous and avaricious works contrary to nature. For nature brings the poor into the world, nature brings the poor back from the world. For the earth received him naked, and it will also receive him naked. But cupid desires and cares to become rich in the world. (says he) I will destroy my barns, and make them larger, and gather there the multitudes that have been born to me, and all my goods. But it was said to him: O fool, this night your soul will be taken from you, but what you have prepared, whose will they be? You hoard and do not know to whom you are hoarding. For they slept their sleep, and all the rich men found nothing in their hands. The rich when he sleeps, he brings nothing with him, he will open his eyes and find nothing. Do not be afraid, then, when a man has become rich, and when the glory of his house has been multiplied, because when he dies, he will not receive all these things, nor will the glory of his house descend with him, but will leave his riches to strangers, and their tombs, their house forever. From this also the Wise is attested: He who accumulates from his heart unjustly, gathers it up for others, and in his possessions another will luxuriate. Unfortunately, the enemy he had had let go of the heir. CHAPTER Seventeen. Of gluttony. The beginnin

Index: https://rumble.com/v3486cm-rahan-index-of-episodes-by-roger-lecureux..html Rahan. Episode Seventy-Nine. By Roger Lecureux, drawn by Andre Cheret. The Island of the Living Dead. As if emerging from the sea, the skeletons ran towards the islet. Carried away by one of them, a man screamed in terror. And fear paralyzed the son of Crao. The Living Dead! Could the “Endless River” have thrown Rahan into the territory of shadows!? It was at dusk that his raft broke apart. But he had been able to reach this beach littered with human bones. The skeletons had disappeared into the darkness and wild laughter rose from the top of the island. The dead are happy to have captured a hunter! But they will not take Rahan! Rahan wants to live! Page Two. It was only at daybreak that he was able to abandon the islet that a rocky strip connected to the neighboring island. This is where the living dead have gone! No. It is impossible. Rahan must have had a nightmare! He was observed from the nearby shore. He comes from the “Rock of the Dead”! Let us run away, Jahang! No Eloa! If this Dead Man took on the appearance of a hunter to deceive us, it will cost him! A volley of fine sand blinded him. The man's club did the rest! Argh! I, I think we were wrong, Jahang! A little later. No, Rahan is not a “Living Dead”! It was the endless river that threw him onto the island! You seem sincere! Watch out Jahang! Ra-Konda is coming! If this hunter told the truth we cannot abandon him to this savage! Men approached, probing the thickets with their spears. Page Three. Jahang returned Rahan's knife and rushed towards the forest. His companion fled in another direction. Rahan might do well to imitate them! The men approached. He came from the "Rock of the Dead." His hair is the color of fire. Search! Search! He must be hiding somewhere! The son of Crao, in fact, was taking refuge in a cave. It is strange! It looks like they do not dare approach this cave! They are moving away! Ra-Konda's small troop had just disappeared when screams arose. At an arrow's distance a man was grappling with a sawfish. Without weapons, he will not kill the "Nose of teeth"! Rahan must come to his aid! A remarkable swimmer, it only took him a moment to come to the aid of the stranger in difficulty. Page Four. Ten times the sawfish charged him, circled around him, and charged again. Ten times, he avoided the dreaded “nose-of-teeth.” Finally, he managed to grab onto this “Nose” to deliver the fatal blow. You will never disembowel anyone again, "Nose-of-teeth"! Oh! What? What? The man Rahan had just saved had had his leg amputated. He nevertheless swam decently. I am Paoni, Chief of the River clan. I hoped to bring back some fish to mine, but the "Nose-of-teeth" attacked me! Who are you? A little later. Our clan will be happy to welcome you Rahan! This is my daughter, Eloa. The son of Crao was going to say that he had already seen Eloa and her companion Jahang. Page Five. But she discreetly assumed supplication. If Eloa has a secret, Rahan will not betray her. That night on this island, Rahan saw one thing. Terrible. Yes. The “Living Dead” kidnapped one of our old men. But talking about them aroused their anger! Never speak of them again! Rahan did not insist, under the intrigued gaze of the clan he began a curious task. You will soon be able to walk alone, Paoni. Rahan is preparing a leg for you! What? The chief was enthusiastic when he was able to take a few steps on this pylon. With a little practice, you will almost be able to run like you used to! I will never forget what you did for my father! How can I thank you? By revealing your secret, Eloa. Who is Jahang? Why did you and him flee Ra-Konda? Page Six. Jahang is the son of Quiwah, the leader of the forest clan. We love each other. But Ra-Konda, the sorcerer of our two clans, forbids marriages between those from the shore and those from the forest! If Ra-konda learned that Jahnag and I loved each other, He would order the great mountain to become angry! That is stupid Eloa! No wizard can. Rahan did not have time to acknowledge. Ra-Konda! If he captures you, he will have you thrown to the “blue-skins”! Run away, Rahan, run away! The son of Crao launched himself towards a water hole. Clinging to a ledge, he heard the sorcerer and the hunters approach. And suddenly. Ah! A “Head-with-eight-arms”! The archers of Ra-Konda. The octopus. Two dangers threatened Rahan! Page Seven. Between these two dangers Rahan chose the most immediate. But barely had the ivory blade severed the tentacle. A hunter silhouetted against the sky, his bow drawn. He stared at the son of Crao for a moment. And. No! “Hair of Fire” is not in this hole! Let us look further! Take refuge on the great mountain, Rahan. Only there will you be safe! The man who had come to his aid was none other than Jahang, Eloa's companion. As the hunters moved away, Rahan followed his advice. He reached the side of the volcano without being disturbed. Very few fish. Very little game. Why do “Those-Who-Walk-Upright” not abandon this territory!? Page Eight. He soon dominated the island. The sea had covered the rocky strip, isolating the islet of the “Living Dead.” No! It is impossible! The dead cannot live again! The terrifying vision of skeletons kidnapping a man came back to him. Rahan cannot believe it, and yet he saw these dead people move, jump, and leap! A rustling in the thickets suddenly put him on alert. But it was only Eloa and Jahang. We were looking for you, Rahan. My father decided that the shore clan would welcome you despite Ra-Konda's interdict! So Paoni no longer fears that Ra-Konda will make the Great Mountain thunder? Page Nine. He soon became very serious. Rahan will only stay with you for a few days. As soon as he has built a new raft he will leave this island! Ah! If we could run away with you! Find a land where we would be free, Eloa and I, to meet as we please, to get married! The man who was spying on the young people had lost nothing of what they said. Well! This is a project that Ra-konda will be delighted to learn about! Eloa and Jahang separated sadly. See you tomorrow, Eloa! Near the “Cave-of-the-Heads-with-eight-arms”! But be careful! What is this cave, Eloa? This one, it is infested with monsters. None of the men dare to approach it! This is where we find ourselves with Jahang! Rahan will not betray your secret! Page Ten. They had barely arrived on the shore when La-Konda appeared. The spirits told me that Eloa and Jahang met secretly, violating the law which prohibits marriages between those of the shore and those of the forest! And they are preparing to abandon their clans with the complicity of Rahan! Rahan must be delivered to the "Living Dead"! Men threw themselves at the son of Crao. But he was on his guard. Crack! Argh! He rushed towards the cave of the “Heads-with-eight-arms.” Stop! Do not kill Rahan! It was me who asked him to leave the island with him! The men stayed cautiously away from the cave to which Rahan had just rushed. But if Rahan comes out of here, he will be riddled with arrows. Page Eleven. Save Rahan Ra-Konda! Spare him, and Jahang and I will give up our love! No! Rahan will die! The sorcerer looked at Paoni, the chief of the shore clan, and Quiwah, the chief of the forest clan. Next night will be another full moon night. The sea will recede and the “Living Dead” will start hunting! Would you prefer that they kidnap one of yours, or would you prefer to deliver Rahan to them as an offering? The son of Crao had heard. The men remained on the lookout! Rahan only had one more chance. Discover another way out! He went deeper into the darkness, and suddenly he understood why the clans never ventured there. This cave was a huge den of octopuses! Page Twelve. Their tentacles shot out in all directions, lashing the rocks and the wall. Rahan has never seen so many "Heads-with-eight-arms"! Argh! Cutting, slicing, sectioning, Rahan progressed painfully along the underground vein of the sea. Ra-ha-ha! Never had his ivory knife struck so much! A light finally appeared at the end of the gully. An issue! Rahan may be saved! The octopuses became rarer and he soon found himself in a vast cavern. Under the roof which fell from a gap in the vault, a lake spread out. He was suddenly frozen in stupor. What he saw in this cave was extraordinary. Incredible. Oh! What? What? Page thirteen. On the other side of the lake a gigantic skiff could be seen! The first occupants of the island undoubtedly arrived on this Raft. But the "Heads-with-eight-arms" have made the cave their lair, and this raft has become inaccessible! The seasons have passed, more numerous than the leaves on a tree, and the memory of the raft has disappeared into the night of time. Today, the shore clan and the forest clan are unaware of its existence! The son of Crao soon reached the gap. And. When he emerged into daylight it was halfway up the slope of the volcano. The sea, over there, lashed the disturbing island of the “Living Dead.” Rahan does not want to be handed over to the Undead! He must flee this island as quickly as possible! Page Fourteen. At night he crept to shore and began building a raft. Rahan will not have time to finish it. He will have to come back next night! He was camouflaging the unfinished skiff when screams of fear broke out. The Living Dead! The sea had receded and, coming to the islet, two skeletons jumped on the hard rocky strip. If Rahan has not lost his mind, he must admit that these dead people really live! Taking refuge on the slope of the volcano, he soon saw the undead return to the island. This time, the men have made their escape! Rahan can get some sleep! Clamors of rage awakened the son of Crao. On the shore his raft was blazing! Ra-Konda has discovered it, and he seems to be accusing Jahang and Eloa! Page Fifteen. And Indeed. Rahan would not have dared to risk coming here! These are the two traitors who were preparing their escape! Let them be thrown to the “Blue skins”! Rahan had not heard. But he saw that the hands of Eloa and Jahang were tied, that they were pushed towards a cliff. Rahan will save them! We will die together, Eloa, as we would have liked to live! Our love will not die, Jahang! We will find each other in the territory of shadows! Descending the rocks, the son of the fierce ages arrived at the foot of the cliff. He dived at that very moment. That the couple were thrown into the void by the sorcerer himself. Page Sixteen. Rahan saw the two bodies break the surface. Sharks were already rising from the depths. The ivory blade cut Jahang's bonds. But he did not know how to swim! And the sharks were coming! If Eloa does not know how to "Crawl on water," Rahan will not be able to help them both and face the “Blue Skins!” But Eloa, as a daughter of the shore clan, swam perfectly! As soon as her hands were freed she went to Jahang's aid. As she brought her companion back to shore. The Son of Crao ensured their protection. Page Seventeen. From the top of the cliff, Ra-Konda had seen. Rahan saved these two traitors! Chase them! Kill Them! Kill Them! But Jahang and Eloa rushed towards the volcano. No! We will not pursue them on the Grand-Mountain! You always told us that those who risk it are lost! Caught in his own lies, Ra-Konda raged I will deal with these traitors myself! You, you will capture Rahan! Exhausted by his fight with the sharks, out of breath, the son of fierce ages had climbed onto the rocks. He did not have the strength to resist the men of Ra-Konda. Rahan saved our lives, But he is going to lose his own! Page Eighteen. A little later. Last night the forest clan and the shore clan did not lose a single man. But, tonight, the “Living Dead” will return! May this offering that we make to them appease their anger! Firmly tied up, Rahan had been abandoned on the shore, facing the islet of the living dead. With the night, the sea retreated again, clearing the rocky strip. All of Rahan's efforts to break his bonds had been in vain. The two clans had taken refuge at the foot of the volcano. And suddenly the son of Crao felt his health go cold while wild laughter rose from the island. Two undead were advancing on the narrow tongue of rock! Rahan had no chance of escaping these nightmare creatures! Page Nineteen. Your son will join you, Crao! Rumbling strangely, the undead stared at Rahan. Terrified, he knew he was lost! And then there was the miracle. Leaving this man to their mercy, the creatures rushed towards the forest. Rahan was confused. Another miracle followed. We will never know why they spared you, Rahan! But you have to flee the shore before they come back! In the forest, there was panic. Disabled by his wooden leg, Paoni was going to be caught by the Living dead! Page Twenty. Jahang and Eloa had just released Rahan when. Oh! Look! They captured my father! Carrying away their inanimate victim, the creatures returned to their island. Father! Father! My Father! Father! Distraught, Eloa rushes onto the rocky causeway as the waves begin to whip again. But she suddenly slipped on the rock, disappeared under a wave and reappeared. Eloa! I am coming, Eloa! I am coming! The son of Crao had not had time to hold back Jahang who, although not knowing how to swim, was rushing to his companion's aid! He was grabbing Eloa's hand when a strong wave overwhelmed the causeway, carrying them both towards the island of the Undead! Page Twenty-one. At that moment Ra-Konda appeared, followed by the two clans. If the "Living Dead" spared Rahan, it is because he is one of them! Kill him! Kill him! Cornered, the son of fierce ages had only one chance to escape from these men. The tongue of rock which accessed the island! As he jumped into the rocks beaten by increasingly violent waves, the arrows whizzed around him. Thrown back on the island, still panting, Eloa and Jahang had seen. Why is Ra-Konda so cruel! Why is he attacking Rahan like this! Oh! In his turn, Rahan had just been carried away by a wave, which carried him towards the sea! No! You will not swallow Rahan, River-without-end! He will fight with you! Page Twenty-two. He will fight as long as he has a breath of life left! Anyone else would have given way in this unequal struggle against the raging waves. But Rahan never gave up! Unimaginable efforts allowed him to reach the island. Ra-ha-ha! Between this one, and the island now surged an impetuous current. And it will be like this until the next round moon! We are at the mercy of the “Living Dead”! The situation of the trio, isolated in the very lair of the creatures, was dramatic! And Ra-Konda was jubilant! Eloa and Jahang want to be united despite my wishes. They will be, but in the territory of shadows. If The Sorcerer did not arouse any enthusiasm it was because of what the shore clan had lost. That night, Paoni and Eloa, and those from the forest had lost Jahang, the son of his leader Quiwah! Page Twenty-three. Screams and wild laughter rose from the top of the island. What strange rites did the “Living Dead” have to perform? Perhaps they have already killed my poor father!? Rahan will know soon, Eloa! Rahan no longer wants to know fear and dread! He wants to see these creatures closer, in their own lair! I will go up there with you, Rahan! No, Jahang. Your duty is to watch over Eloa! Stay with her. A moment later, the son of Crao climbed up the rocks. The cries and laughter that now reached him more clearly were not human. It seems normal for the "Undead" to have another language! What will Rahan discover in their lair? Page Twenty-four He suddenly noticed the sound of moaning. They came from a niche that was carved out of a large rock. To move such a heavy rock the undead must have ten times the strength of Rahan! But Rahan had once discovered the way to overcome this kind of obstacle. The rock moved, rolled. Eloa's father lay in this cave, moaning as if coming out of a terrible nightmare. Oh! Paoni! Where are the “Undead” Paoni? What did they do to you? Speak Paoni! Speak!? Still under the influence of fear, the chief of the shore clan could not respond! And suddenly! Page Twenty-Five. In the darkness Rahan suddenly felt as if the claws of death were gripping his shoulder. He struck the source! Ra-ha-ha! His blow was successful, because the “Living Dead” jumped back and fled the cave. Let us run away from Paoni! Let us flee before they come back in numbers! Up above, the wild laughter had ceased. But nothing happened as Paoni went back down towards the beach. Father! Father! I thought they killed you! Who are they Father? I do not know, Eloa. Because I lost consciousness as soon as they captured me! Who are they? No doubt the dead, Eola! Dead people who have found life again and want revenge on the living! No, Paoni! That is impossible! Page Twenty-Six. The son of Crao rejected this idea of a resurrection of the dead. These scars that Rahan wears on his shoulder were not made by a dead man! And we know that "Those who walk upright" after their death lose flesh and blood! It is true. Look, Rahan's knife! When Rahan struck he felt flesh, and blood remains on his blade! Which means that these creatures that frighten us are not "Dead." But beings of flesh and blood! Daylight returned and the mist dissipated around the island. But the shore remained inaccessible. Ra-Konda united the two clans. He must, as always, threaten them with the thundering of the “Grand Mountain”! Page Twenty-Seven. The undead will not worry the clans for a long time, since Paoni, Eloa, Jahang and Rahan are at their disposal! You forget that Jahang is my son, Ra-Konda! He only made the mistake of loving Eloa, A Girl from the Shore! The sorcerer must have felt the hostility rising, because he threatened. Never speak such words again, Quiwah! Otherwise, the fire from the great mountain will sweep over the island! It will only spare Ra-Konda, your sorcerer to whom you owe respect and obedience! However, on the island. Oh! Look down there! A “Four-hands”! This is the first one Rahan has seen on your island! The very young monkey disappeared into the rocks. As soon as daylight falls Rahan will go back up there! If the undead surprise you, throw yourself into the water. Since they seem to fear it! Page Twenty-Eight. Night found Rahan climbing the islet. Jahang had, this time, been allowed to accompany him. Listen Rahan!? They do not laugh anymore! They growl with anger! “They” rage because you have been taken from them, Paoni! Oh, Look! Two living dead descended into the rocks, towards the strip barred by the sea. A moment later they came and went, gesticulating in front of the waves. Rahan was right! They would like to look for another victim on the island. But they fear water! There! Another! A luminescent skeleton, strangely contorted, was about to emerge from a cave. Do not move, Jahang! Eloa will need you! You must live. For her! Knife in hand, the son of Crao rushed towards the cave. Page Twenty-Nine. At the very bottom of the cavern, the wall of phosphorus emitted an unreal, greenish light. Oh! Suddenly! Greek! The young monkey seen during the day burst out from a corner, and slipped between their legs. Rahan and Jahang froze at the entrance to the cave. The undead, coming up from the shore, rushed towards them. You have to find out where he is going! Oh! They are only men, Jahang! We will face them! The strange creatures came bounding forwards. They burst into the luminescent cavern. And. Oh! Contrary to what Rahan had thought. They were not men! Page Thirty. They were not men, but "Four-hands," of the most feared species! Gorillas! Argh! Unaccustomed to fighting, Jahang was immediately disarmed, and thrown against the wall. And the son of Crao found himself alone, facing the monsters! The unequal fight was nevertheless fiercely contested. His ivory knife opened a chest, but he could not resist the second gorilla. Half unconscious he was dragged to another cave. The one from which mysterious and wild laughter arose. Page Thirty-One. He discovered his spirits in this cave but thought he would faint again, so horrible was what he saw. The ground was littered with the bones of humans. The eaters of men! Ominous beings stared at Rahan. Ghark! Garok! The gorilla obeyed, and it was stationed at the entrance to the cave. These beings were undoubtedly the wildest and most primitive that the son of Crao had ever encountered. Haork! Haork! They do not know how to speak, but they knew how to train the "Four Hands"! They never leave this cave but they send the "Four Hands" to hunt for them. To hunt for men! Rahan considered the countless bones at the foot of the cliff. And he shuddered as he imagined the terrible events that took place in this den of wild men! Page Thirty-Two. However. The “Undead” are just “Four-hands”, Paoni! One of them knocked me out. And Rahan is missing! Those monsters probably killed him! Jahang's fears were not far from being justified! If Rahan does not escape the wild men, he will be slaughtered, torn to pieces and devoured! The beings had abandoned the ivory knife, the use of which they must have been ignorant of. But the “Four hands” watched over the entrance! Rahan only has one chance to escape. The river without end! Ra-ha-ha! The son of Crao dived towards the weapon, and pushed back some beings who intervened. And rushed towards the breach which opened onto the ocean. If Rahan does not dive far enough, he will crash onto the shore! Page Thirty-Three. With prodigious suppleness, he projected himself forward. Ra-ha-ha! Rahan! He has escaped from the “Living Dead”! We need to get to the island! What is happening there is too terrible! Quickly. Quickly. Rahan will explain later! The sea was still rough. But Rahan and Eloa supported Jahang and Paoni, and managed to reach the shore. Tell us, Rahan. What did you discover? At the very top of the island lives a small clan of wild beasts who feed on human flesh! These men-monsters have a sort of reverence for human bones, since they paint them in their caves. Page Thirty-Four. It is high time to put an end to it! Spare Paoni, But kill the other three! Fleeing under the flights of arrows, Jahang led his companions towards the forest. A little later. We are safe here! No man from our two clans will dare to venture as far as the "Mouth of the great mountain”! The surroundings of the crater were littered with trees felled by lightning. We cannot live hunted until the end of time! We must reconcile the clans, and convince them that Ra-Konda is deceiving them! And Rahan knows what we are going to do! If the face of the son of Crao lit up, it was because a magnificent idea had come to him. A marvelous idea. Page Thirty-Five. Rahan let two days and two nights pass before acting. Bring together those from the shore and those from the forest! Tell them that Ra-Konda has decided to end things and is going to let them talk! We will speak to them together, Ra-konda! The sorcerer and his few followers believed that a demon was falling! Oh! Zlang! Ra-ha-ha! It only took the son of Crao a few seconds to take control of the situation! Do not move, you people! Otherwise Ra-konda will join the territory of shadows sooner than expected! Page Thirty-Six. Bring the two clans together on the beach! Do as Ra-Konda said! While Rahan restrained him, Ra-Konda struggled in vain. A little later. Kill Rahan! Kill this blasphemer who dares to humiliate your wizard! Paoni's men and Quiwah's men came running. Some brandished their assegais. But Rahan used Ra-konda as a shield. Do not listen to the orders of this false sorcerer anymore, brothers! Ra-Konda was unable to clarify the mystery of the “Living Dead”! So he is not a clairvoyant wizard! And he always lied to you by claiming to dictate his will to the Grand-Mountain. Here is the proof. He does not even foresee that the great mountain would thunder just today! A clamor of fear erupted. Page Thirty-Seven. The smoke rose, more and more dense. The anger of the Grand-mountain will be terrible! It will vomit its entrails on the forest, on this shore! Everything will be destroyed! Everything! But Rahan can still save you if you agree to follow him! But keep your weapons! You will need them! Rahan rushed towards the great mountain! Rahan never deceived us! You have to believe him! You have to follow him! Overcoming their anxiety, the two clans undertook the expedition. And Rahan guided them to the gap he had discovered. And my daughter. Where is my daughter? You will find her soon, Paoni! Everyone, go down into this cave! It was astonishment for everyone. To discover an underground lake and this immense raft on which Eloa and Jahang were already standing! We will be able to flee the anger of the great mountain and this cursed island! But we must face the “Heads-with-eight-arms”! Page Thirty-eight. It was safe and sound that your grandfathers' grandfathers arrived on this island! They formed only one clan! But bad beings like Ra-konda divided them to impose their will! It is time to feel like you are part of the same clan, brothers! I think it is done, Rahan! Yes, it is done! Paoni and Quiwah competed in earnest, each encouraging his men. The big raft slid down the narrows, making its way through the horrifying mass of octopuses. Be careful, Paoni. Thank you, Quiwah! And that was the great day. The sea had calmed down but the great mountain exhaled ever denser smoke. Page Thirty-nine. Left alone on the shore the sorcerer shouted imprecations. Let us go back and get him. No! Ra-konda has divided us for too long! Paoni is right! From now on we will only be one clan! We will discover a territory where life will be good! And these young people will have the right to love each other, like Eloa and Jahang! And to think that we would never have abandoned the island without the anger of the great mountain! Rahan, Eloa and Jahang exchanged a mischievous look. A few flames rose from the volcano, but it would not roar. And they knew he would not growl! This fire would undoubtedly burn until nightfall, but then the island would no longer be in sight. And the two clans, reconciled, would never know. Page Forty. That over the course of two days, applying Rahan's idea, they had filled the crater with trunks of shrubs and brushwood. As agreed, Jahan had lit this gigantic blaze at the very moment Rahan brought the two clans together on the shore! And so, now, a sorcerer who had so often threatened others, was watching in terror for an eruption that would never take place! And why would some wild men, forever deprived of human game, sooner or later give up cannibalism? The island of the living dead, the island of nightmares disappeared on the horizon. The son of Crao had already forgotten it. He only thought of leading the reconciled clans to a new land and the happiness of Eloa and Jahang whose love had triumphed over all! Because love could, even in these fierce times, triumph over everything!

Index: https://rumble.com/v3486cm-rahan-index-of-episodes-by-roger-lecureux..html Rahan. Episode Seventy Eight. By Roger Lecureux, drawn by Andre Cheret. The clan of Gentle men. The territory is now ours! Death to those who would try to take it back from us! Warlike clamors punctuated each sentence of the harangue of Rawang-the-chief. They did not reach Rahan who tried in vain to flush out a prey sheltered under a stump. But the son of Crao heard other rumors, very similar ones. It was a series of long and sad petitions. It is when misfortune strikes them, that “Those-who-walk-upright” thus invoke the spirits! Page Two. Those he discovered shortly after were prostrate around an old man, a woman and an adolescent. Why are you distressed, Brothers? Perhaps Rahan can help you? Rahan can do nothing for the clan of gentle men! No one can resist Rawang-the-savage, who stole our territory. A territory so full of game that our hunters had no need for weapons! Their traps are enough! But Rawang, Alas, was jealous of our happiness! The son of Crao learned how this clan, guided by a loyal leader and the "Council of Three Voices," representing the elders, the women, and the children, led a happy and peaceful life. Until this very morning when they were chased from their territory by the warriors of Rawang. Page Three. While the gentle man fled their leader had tried to parley. Why so much hatred Rawang! We can share game and water sources! We. Rawang does not share! Argh! Rahan hates fights between "Those-Who-Walk-Upright". But he despises cowardice! Why did you not defend your territory, your happiness, your happy life? What could we have done against savages? Ours have long since lost the habit of combat! The resignation of these men irritated the son of Crao. The fate of your clan depends on the courage of its members and the will of the "Council of Three Voices". Rahan, in fact, can do nothing for you! Farewell brothers! Page Four. The sun was still high when he was surprised near a spring. This water belongs to us, “Fire hair”! Follow us! Since Rawang killed the leader of the gentle men, he thinks he is the master, does he not? He is the master! And he decides your fate! A little later. The “Fire Hair” hunter is called Rahan. Here is his weapon! If we do not make an example, tomorrow others will come and steal our water! The verdict of Rawang-the-savage fell from the top of the immense trunk. Kill him! And hang his corpse at the entrance to the forest! The first lances fluttered towards the son of Crao, who was surrounded on all sides and had no chance of escaping! Rahan is lost! Unless, unless. Page Five. Rahan will not reach the territory of the shadows without his knife! With the agility of a “Four-hands” he climbed the rungs that allowed access to the niche platform of Rawang. As he rose, the spears became less dangerous. He was soon beyond their reach. But, above him, Rawang was watching for him! You will not avoid this one "Fire Hair"! Rahan must get up there before Rawang grabs another weapon! Clinging to the last rungs, the son of fierce ages hoisted himself onto the platform. Rawang emerged from his strange hut, brandishing a head breaker! Page Six. Rahan will not let you steal his life! By projecting this vine lasso into the leader's legs, Rahan wanted to break the assault. But the result was more decisive! Argh! Rahan has killed Rawang! To death! To death! A few warriors were already hoisting themselves onto nearby trunks. They were quickly up to the son of Crao, but the latter, taking refuge in the hut of Rawang, had nothing to fear from their spears. With this water and this meat, Rahan will be able to last several days! But after? The vigilance of the hunters did not relax! And if they could not reach Rahan, he could not flee his refuge! A long wait began. Page Seven. At daybreak, the son of Crao saw them scrambling around, piling up brush and branches. A pyre! These savages have decided to burn Rahan! Very quickly, a circle of high flames surrounded the large trunk! Rahan, sooner or later, would perish in this inferno! The heat was already unbearable. Rahan could gain time by taking refuge on another trunk. But he will not be able to stick the spear deep enough, for it to support his weight! The flames rose higher and higher. And while the warriors tirelessly fed the pyre. The clan of gentle men, lying in ambush on a height, observed. Rahan is alone! And he dares to resist those of Rawang! Page Eight. Between the curls of smoke, the son of Crao could still see the other trunks. How to stick in this spear? Oh! Rahan knows what he has to do! He saw himself again, leaning on his bamboo lever stuck between two branches. Thrown into the wood, the spear would not hold! But Stuck under the bamboo. She will support Rahan! Although weighed down by the long vine, the spear rose, described a curve and fell back on the nearest trunk. Ra-ha-ha! Rahan had aimed with remarkable skill. The spear, locked between two rungs, held securely. Abandoning his refuge that had been reached by the high flames, he let himself fall into the blaze and flew over it. Page Nine. And found himself on the ground, outside the circle of fire! But he was not saved because the surprised warriors reacted Once again he only had the resource of a totem trunk. There were a few men, who climbed up behind him. One after the other, they had to give up the game! Argh! Argh! Rahan knows that this path leads him nowhere! But he will resist as long as he has a breath of life left! Splach! Argh! He found himself on the top of the trunk, towering over the vociferous warriors of Rawang. Devoured by the flames, his first refuge was nothing more than a gigantic torch. Page Ten. This respite that he had just won would be short-lived. The men started a fire, underneath a new pyre! You are as cowardly as you are cruel! Rahan is alone. With only his knife! And none of you dare come and confront him! Ha-ha-ha! Fire is a much safer weapon against demons of your kind! The flames roared below Rahan, who knew he was lost. But that always animated the fierce will to “hold on until the last breath of life.” Rahan can save a little more time! Two trunks of the "Council of Three Voices" were still spared by the fire. The jump was risky. But he gathered himself like a beast. Page Eleven. And plunged into the void. The clamors of rage from Rawang's men mixed with others that he did not hear. Ra-ha-ha! He missed the rung. Another broke under his weight. And that was the fall! He did not hear the cries that resounded from all sides. He did not see the meek men who, armed with simple arms. Threw themselves on those of Rawang, and shoved them with such ardor that a stampede ensued. The first vision that the son of fierce ages had when he regained his senses was that of serious and resolute faces. Your example has given us confidence, Rahan! We have chased the wild men from our territory! Page Twelve. The large totem trunk was still burning and would probably be consumed for several days. What will become of the clan without our leader? The “Council-of-Three-Voices” is he not there to guide them? The voice of the ancients. The Women's voices. That of youth. Which clan would not envy such a wise leadership!? Continue to hate fighting, brothers! Stay the clan-of-gentle-men! But never forget that. Gentleness and kindness do not mean weakness! We will remember it! The trio consulted for a moment. And. You can stay with us as long as you desire, Rahan! This unanimity touched Crao's son. Yes, he would stay for a while. But it would only be a step in his adventurous discovery of men.

Rahan. Index: https://rumble.com/v3486cm-rahan-index-of-episodes-by-roger-lecureux..html The son of the fierce ages. Episode Seventy Seven. By Roger Lecureux, drawn by Andre Cheret. The “Four Legs.” Screaming and shooting their arrows, the men forced the herd into the ravine. A few wild horses rushed there. The son of Crao had never seen horses, but he had once known a clan which domesticated similar animals, the "Zebras". Why kill the "Four Legs"! They are harmless to “Those Who Walk Upright”! The herd and the hunters were now far away. Rahan cannot do anything more for you! His throat pierced by an arrow, the foal was dying. And suddenly. Page Two. A solitary horse appeared, rushing towards Rahan, who understood. No, No! It was not Rahan who stole your little one's life! It was. Argh! He thought his skull was bursting! Your head is as hard as the “star-throwing stone” Fire hair! Who are you? When he came to, the moon was shining in the sky. I am Rahan, the son of Crao! When we discovered you, in the ravine, you were as good as dead! But since life has not left you. You will be able to take revenge on this cursed "Four-legged" who almost sent you to the "Territory of Shadows"! No! Rahan does not take revenge! Page Three. The “Four Legs” Wanted to defend his little one! Rahan cannot blame him! You have some curious ideas about the “Four Legs”! We hate these beasts! We hunt them as soon as they venture into our territory! My brothers are wrong! These beasts can be useful to “Those-who-walk-upright”! The son of Crao spoke of this clan he had once known. He spoke of the fast and docile “Zebras” that he himself had ridden. Yes, brothers. The “Four-legs” can save hunters from fatigue! They can take them very far, very quickly! Ha-ha-ha! Ride on the back of a “Four-legs”! That blow to the head made you lose your mind, Rahan! We never believe such things! Page Four. The skepticism of this hunters irritated the son of fierce ages. Rahan will prove to you that he is telling the truth! He will capture a "Four-legged"! It will be very easy! At dawn, Rahan returned to the ravine. As he hoped, the horse was still roaming not far from the dead foal. Do not flee, "Four-legs"! Rahan means you no harm! Rahan forgot that he had only known "Zebras”, that were already domesticated. Oh! Argh! Do not get mad “Four legs!” Ten times he tried to approach the animal. And it would run away, frightened. Or else, put up a fight. Ha-ha-ha! And this fool hopes to make us believe that hunters can subdue these demons! But. What is he doing? Page Five. The son of Crao had just climbed into the tree, just above the foal. Since Rahan cannot get closer, he will surprise you, "Four-legs"! When the horse came back, once again, to smell the foal, he let himself fall. Ra-ha-ha! The echo of his cry had not died down before a kick threw him to the ground! He had not remained on the beast's spine for even a few seconds. Who was already running away at full gallop. You will not succeed in discouraging Rahan "Four Legs"! He will catch up with you sooner or later! The most extraordinary chase began, which lasted until night, when Rahan lost track of the wild animal. Page Six. He only found it again at dawn. The “Four-legs,” scared, was backing away from a puma! The son of Crao sprang forward at the same time as the beast jumped. No, Pumak! You will not slaughter the "Four-legs!" It belongs to Rahan! Ra-ha-ha! The horse remained motionless and Rahan thought the game was won. You see, "Four Legs" Rahan is your friend! He saved you! Let us go. Let us go. Let him approach! He walked around it cautiously and. You will see. You and I will prove to the hunters that. Page Seven. Argh! The son of the ferocious ages once again found himself on the ground! The indomitable thoroughbred had resumed its course. But he was unable to outrun Rahan who pursued him with increased ardor. The animal, returning to the ravine, finally showed signs of fatigue. His gallop became slower. And Rahan was able to reach his height. And hold on to his long mane, and put one leg over his back. The men of the clan witnessed the miracle. A Miracle that only lasted an instant! Oh! Page Eight. Rahan is as stubborn as you, "Four legs"! He found a way to stay on your back! Exhausted by his race, the horse remained motionless. He did not flinch when the man approached slowly, a vine in his hand. A vine that he had tied to one of his ankles! When he reacted, it was too late. Rahan had whipped the line against the underside of the belly, and caught the end over its spine. And mount the beast! Rah-ha-ha! Once again, she kicked and reared to get rid of the burden. But Rahan had quickly circled the vine around his other leg! This time Rahan will stay on your back, “Four legs”! Page Nine. Indeed, thanks to this underbelly, the son of Crao could no longer be thrown to the ground. But the horse, as if taken mad, rushed towards the cliff! You. You will kill us both! Rahan could no longer remove the vine without the risk of stabbing the animal. Stop it! “Four Legs” Stop! Finally realizing the danger, the horse reared up a few steps from the granite obstacles. Oh! But it was to launch into a hellish gallop towards the gorge where the torrent roared! No! No! No! The men of the clan heard the howl of Rahan's terror when the mad horse threw itself into the void! Argh! Page Ten. The son of Crao no longer had time to free himself. He saw the foaming swirls rising towards him. Fizoom! And the flood closed around him! He drew his ivory blade! He noticed with amazement that the “Four Legs” was returning to the surface! The “Four Legs” also know how to “Crawl on Water”! His mount, in fact, was swimming. And even swam very well! Amused, and terrified for the first time by this sensation, Rahan allowed himself to be carried away by the animal. Is it the torrent that made you so calm? Or Rahan's will? Page Eleven. Rahan cut the vine and jumped to the ground. His heart was beating very hard. Was the horse going to escape from him once again, and disappear into this scree? The thoroughbred reared but it was to shake itself off. No! Do not do it again! Then he began to trot around the man. Are you not running away? That is right! Very good! Here "Four legs." Eat! Eat! We are friends now! The horse only hesitated for a brief moment, Then started to chew the tuft of herbs. The son of Crao knew he had triumphed. The “Four Legs” was as calm, as docile as the “Zebras” that he had known! Page Twelve. When Rahan appeared to the clan, peacefully riding the “Four-legs” there was astonishment. Do you believe Rahan now? You will no longer kill the "Four Legs"! You will make them your friends, your companions! You gave us a great lesson in courage and will! How can I thank you brother!? Oh. Quite simply by preparing for Rahan the drink which calms the pain and. The herbs that heal wounds! While the hunters surrounded the "Four Legs" who obediently allowed himself to be petted, Rahan felt happy. His limbs were certainly sore, but had he not had a wonderful experience? Perhaps he had just tamed the first horse, which five thousand centuries later would be said to be "man's noblest conquest"? who knows?

Rahan. Index: https://rumble.com/v3486cm-rahan-index-of-episodes-by-roger-lecureux..html Episode Seventy-Six. By Roger Lecureux, drawn by Andre Cheret. The cave of deception. Even on the verge of death, a “Spotted Skin” was still defending himself! So what was wrong with this one? Curiously enough, the big cheetah did not resist the hunters who dragged it into the clearing! Intrigued, Rahan did not reveal his presence. But these men, who were now freeing the beast, suddenly saw him. Who are you? Where do you come from, you who spy on us? But it is not important! You are not going to tell your people what you just saw! The long assegai flew towards the son of Crao. Page Two. Who dodged it and suddenly fell on the two men. Rahan Does not like the way you ask questions! And here is his answer! Ra-ha-ha! The response of this “Four hands with white skin” had been so rapid, so vigorous, that the hunters did not insist. These cowards do not even care about their "Spotted Skin" anymore! Strangely indolent, the beast had stretched out. His almost lifeless gaze did not seem to see Rahan. And Rahan stroked him without him reacting. When. The great spirit of the hunt did not lie to us in guiding us to this clearing! The “Dappled Skin” is here! Page Three. Back "Fire hair"! This game belongs to us! The spirit of the hunt promised us! These men were not from the same clan as those whom Rahan had put to flight. As they were going to strike the beast, he became indignant. A hunter worthy of his name does not kill a defenseless beast! Look at this one, she is sick and. If you do not move away, it will be you who will become game, "Hair of Fire"! The man who raised his spear did not have time to bring it down. Argh! Rahan will not let you slaughter this "Spotted Skin!" It was not the spirit of the hunt that brought her here. But two hunters! The son of Crao related what he had seen a moment earlier. Page Four. And here is proof that Rahan is not lying! The son of fierce ages pointed to the shield abandoned by one of the fugitives. The hunters seized their shield and their faces expressed astonishment then anger. You have to bring it to Ergong! Without another word, they turned about and disappeared. Rahan does not understand any of this "Spotted skin!" But he hopes that you will regain your vigor soon! The son of Crao never resigned himself to a mystery. Abandoning the somnambulant cheetah, he followed in the footsteps of those who had dragged it here. However, in a nearby cave. And the man with the “Fire Hair” saw us untie the “Spotted Skin,” father! Then he attacked us like a demon. You fled like cowards! You must repair this mistake, my son! Page Five. The “Fire Hair” man must die before he reveals what he saw! Find him! Do not return to the cave until you have killed him! In ambush on the outskirts, Rahan recognized the two hunters. Maybe they will look for the "Spotted Skin"? What will Rahan discover in their cave? He carefully crawled to the cave, and slipped inside. Everything was silent but suddenly, in the light of the torches. Oh! The “Flat beasts”! An old man applied a blood-colored paste to the rock. From his agile hands was born a new “Flat beast.” The son of fierce ages had already seen such sanctuaries, where certain clans believed they would find the favors of the gods of the hunt. The old man is alone. Rahan has nothing to fear from him! Page Six. Rahan suddenly showed himself. Rahan salutes the one whose skillful hands generate such beautiful “flat Beasts”! Oh! You, You made my old heart jump! But. But. The old man's eyes shone. Once the surprise passed, he recognized the man described by his sons, the man with the “Fire Hair”! He made himself very welcoming. Welcome to this cave brother! Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? My name is Yahoka. Yes, the son of Crao was hungry and thirsty. Eat and drink, brother! there is no shortage of food here! At the bottom of the cavern were piled up countless wedges of dried meat. And even living animals dozed in cages! Yes, there was enough here to feed an entire clan for two seasons! Page Seven. While Rahan ate and drank Yahoka spoke of the "Flat beasts" and said he was inhabited by the "God of the hunt." All the hunters come to consult me! Everyone trusts my predictions! Rahan saw two come out of this cave. He. He. The. Had. Met. The son of Crao suddenly felt a strange uneasiness. Ha-ha-ha! Here you are at the mercy of Yahoka! The flat beasts on the wall could only be distinguished very vaguely. He felt his limbs go numb, his strength abandon him. Rahan's vision returned. He heard and could speak, but he was unable to react. You. You did. Rahan drank a. Drink that kills. Who kills? No, the drug only deadens the energy, the vigor. It is Yahoka, who will kill you! The son of fierce ages allowed his ivory knife to be confiscated without flinching! Page Eight. Ha-ha-ha! You are as stupid as all those hunters who believe in the power of Yahoka! You must see them, these hunters, who come to consult Yahoka and his sons! You have to see them prostrate themselves before the “Flat beasts”! Supplicating to the “Flat beasts” does not bring game under the hunter’s spear! Of course! My sons and I know it! But we know how to keep the hunters' confidence! From time to time, I predict to them the exact place where they would discover this or that game. And my sons go and release the promised game there, drugged so that it does not stray too far! This is what they did this morning, with a “Spotted Skin.” Page Nine. When the hunters discover and kill their game, they worship Yahoka even more. The great spirit of hunting! Why these lies? Why this deception? How naive you are, “Fire hair”! Look at this meat, all this meat! Every time a man comes to consult the "Flat Beasts" he undertakes to offer us a share of his hunt! And so, Yahoka and his sons never lack food! Without ever taking any risks! Rahan finds it odious to abuse his fellow human beings in this way! The son of Crao could only express his indignation in words. And he could only stagger back in front of Yahoka, who was taking all his time before striking. And to think that you put my sons to flight! Ha-ha-ha! You are the one who is scared now, are you not? Page Ten. Oh! Ha-ha-ha! Rahan had grabbed a torch but it escaped his fingers, that were without strength! Leaning against the “Flat beasts”, the son of fierce ages sagged limply. And Yahoka, at that moment, took on the appearance of death. Come to me, Rahan, come! The ivory blade, strong and sharp, was about to fall! It is time for you to join the land of shadows! Do not move Yahoka! We just heard part of your confession! But it is useless! The shield of one of your sons, found near the "Spotted Skin," is proof that you have been lying to us for many moons! What we thought was your power was just a ruse! Page Eleven. But you will not abuse ours anymore! The clan banishes you until the end of time Yahoka! Go and find your sons! Flee this territory and never return! Otherwise. While the “Great Spirit of the Hunt” found the legs of his youth to flee. Rahan felt his strength returning little by little. Seeing death arrive without being able to make a move! Rahan has never been so scared in his life! Rahan thanks you brothers! We are the ones who thank you! If you had not faced the sons of Yahoka, we would not have found this shield. And the deceptions of this cheat could have deceived our hunters for a long time! Will you stay with us? Perhaps Rahan will come back when he has found his knife! Page Twelve. Yahoka had indeed fled with the ivory weapon. But Rahan was not able to follow in his footsteps until much later, when all the effects of the drug had worn off. And it was the next day that he discovered two corpses. The sons of Yahoka had been victims of a beast. Oh! The “Spotted skin”. The big leopard was lurking a little further away, near another lifeless body, that of Yahoka himself! You took revenge, “Spotted Skin”! You, like Rahan, have regained your vigor! The “Great spirit of the hunt” still clutched the ivory knife, with which he had not had time to strike. When Rahan retrieved his weapon, the feline growled, then began to purr. He recognized the man. He remembered. And the son of Crao, who knew how to read the eyes of wild animals, knew that he had nothing to fear from this one.

Index: https://rumble.com/v3486cm-rahan-index-of-episodes-by-roger-lecureux..html Rahan. Episode Seventy Five. By Roger Lecureux, drawn by Andre Cheret. The Children of the River. The son of Crao, who had slept on this sandbank to escape the threat of wild animals, was for this moment facing another danger. A fifth, arrow stuck a few steps from him. We will avenge our own, “Fire hair”! The little girl who shot these arrows was not fifteen years old and her companions were even younger! She showed great awkwardness, but risked waiting to long for him! He dove into the troubled waters. Page Two. You missed him, Fahina! He is rejoining his cursed clan! I will not miss him next time! But what is he doing? He is not a fish after all! The children were watching offshore for the man's reappearance, when a whirlpool appeared in the water, very close to them. What? Oh? What? Rahan does not like serving as game! You are going to explain to him why you wanted to steal his life! While Rahan disarmed the surprised little girl, the panicked children returned to the bank. But wait, little men! Rahan means you no harm! Oh! Watch out for the “Two noses”! A huge pachyderm burst out of the thickets and was about to charge the two children, who were petrified by fear. Help Fahina! Help! Save us! Quickly! Quickly! Page Three. The son of Crao was already aiming at the only organ of the "Two-nose" that he knew was vulnerable. The eye! Rahan hopes to be more skillful than Fahina! But! He stretched this bow too hard, and it was too frail for him! Misfortune! My brothers are lost! Not yet Fahina! Rahan leapt forward. He only had a few seconds to get between the children and the monster! He achieved that. Attack “Two-Nose”! Rahan knows you have more muscle than brains! Attack! Taking refuge on a low branch, the children witnessed the strangest of clashes. Rahan excited the Rhinoceros, and allowed himself to be charged. Page Four. And led him towards the river, where he dived in! And the pachyderm had to stop its course. Ten times he repeated this maneuver! Ha-ha-ha! Ah! You get tired of this little game before Rahan! The hunter with “Hair of Fire” is called Rahan. He is brave! But why is he helping us, Fahina? I do not know. You finally give up, “Two-nose”! Furious to see this man constantly escaping from him, the rhinoceros abandoned the area. He disappeared The son of Crao was rejoining his proteges, when. Vengeance! Vengeance! No! No! Do not strike him! Rahan just saved our lives! Because of his hair, we thought he was part of the river clan! Page Five. Rahan learned how, two seasons earlier, the parents of all these children had been kidnapped by the feared warriors of the river clan. With the departure of the adults, these children had to ensure their subsistence! Fahina, the oldest, had become their “Chief.” Rahan imagined the terrible life these little men had been leading for two seasons! Perilous hunts. Nights of anxiety. But we know that those of the river do not kill their captives! They make them their slaves! For moons and moons we have been following the river to find our loved ones! The son of fierce ages could not remain insensitive to the distress of these children You will find your mothers and fathers! Rahan will help you! Page Six. In the following day he directed the construction of a raft. We will go faster by the river than through the jungle, Fahina! And if, as you say, the "Blonde Hunters" live ten days' walk from here, we will soon discover their territory! One morning, the skiff took Rahan and the sons of the woods to the unknown. Why are you devoting yourself to us Rahan? Because Rahan once lived as you have been living for two seasons! The son of Crao remembered his wild childhood, his fierce struggles to survive, Rahan does not like it when men's little ones are separated from their own! Oh! Look over there! Huge hippos yawned in the sun. Page Seven. The “Flat tooths” are not to be feared, Fahina! The "Skin of Wood" is much more dangerous! A large saurian had just emerged. A terrible blow from the tail almost overturned the skiff. If Rahan does not kill him, he will break the raft! Those who do not know how to "Crawl on water” will be devoured! The son of Crao had faced crocodiles many times. He knew how to strike at the vital point. This was the only incident of this raid on the river. And, two days later. The boats of the “Blond Men”. Their village must be close! And indeed, a little later. Over there! They are ours! Men and women were prostrate in an enclosure, and only three hunters were guarding them! Page Eight. The others probably hunt in the forest! This will be easier than Rahan thought! Wait for him here, little men! The son of fierce ages knew how to be as silent as his shadow. The sleeping guards did not even feel that their spears were being confiscated! But the third saw the intruder, and suddenly hammered on his big tom-tom. If his people hear Rahan is lost! He cannot take on an entire clan! But he couldn't dodge the mace blow! Argh! Page Nine. Stunned, he was at the mercy of the guards who woke up with a start. One of them had already recovered his spear. Your audacity deserves death! But! Chtok! What. I. I. You hit him, Fahina! You hit him! You did not miss your target for once! The two guards scanned the foliage, looking for the invisible archer. Rahan took advantage of this diversion to jump towards the enclosure. And threw up the trunk barricading the door. A clamor resounded. The time has come to end it, brothers! Forward! Ahead! Page Ten. You are li. The son of fierce ages could say no more! Through the wide open gate the stream of captives surged. He was overwhelmed, grabbed by ten hands, dragged along the ground, struck from all sides. Vengeance! Vengeance! The “Blond Men” made us suffer too much! But suddenly. No! No! Stop! Rahan is not an enemy! It is he who delivered you! Oh! Fahina! Fahina! Kohic! Akar! All the others! Look! All our little ones are here alive! Emotion filled the throats of the freed captives. How were you able to survive? How did you get here? Later brothers, later! For now we must flee! Listen! Page Eleven. “Those of the river” have heard the tom-tom! They are returning! And they are armed and you are not! As the screams quickly get closer. It was a rush towards the shore. A moment later, captives and children boarded the raft and the boats of the “Blonde Men.” When the latter appeared, the flotilla was out of arrow range! We are saved! Will you forgive our mistake, “Fire hair”? We had decided to escape for a long time. When the enclosure opened and we saw your hair. We thought you were one of them! Rahan has known generous blond men and others without pity! He met some very good brown men and others who behaved like wild beasts! Page Twelve. It is not their hair but what they have in their hearts and minds that make “Those-Who-Walk-Upright” what they are! You are right, brother. We thank you for. It is Fahina that we have to thank! Fahina who knew, over two seasons, how to replace the mothers of these young men! Who knew how to protect them! The fast current carried the clan to a new territory. Fahina, who never lost hope of finding her loved ones! All these men were happy, all these women were happy, all these children were happy. And the son of Crao felt as happy as they did. If he still had difficulty smiling, it was quite simply because the “Misconception” of those who would become his companions had left some traces!

Rahan. Index: https://rumble.com/v3486cm-rahan-index-of-episodes-by-roger-lecureux..html Episode Seventy Four. By Roger Lecureux, drawn by Andre Cheret. The Worshipers of the Dead. The son of Crao knew how "Those Who Walk Upright" end up, after having reached the territory of shadows. But this skull that he saw amazed him to such an extent that he forgot the cruel horde that had been stalking him since dawn. As he climbed the steps cut into the rock, his amazement grew. This. This. Is not possible! Rahan must dream! No! No! Hunters of this size do not exist! They cannot exist! But the proof was there! This skull that glowed under the moon had belonged to a gigantic, fantastic being! Page Two. This skull, which dominated the gorge as if from the top of an altar, seemed to prohibit access to the cliff. It was so big that a man could have entered it through the eye sockets! No! No! It is impossible! Rahan knew how to control his apprehensions and fears. He approached and. Oh! Rahan was right to doubt! The skull was not made of bone, but carved from a chalky rock. As he made this astonishing observation, clamors arose. Profanation! The enemy dared to lay his sacrilegious hands on death! Page Three. Rahan is not an enemy! It was to flee those of the cruel horde that he came to your territory! Shtok! Chotk! Shtok! A rain of stones fell on the son of fierce ages. Who jumped towards the skull, and hoisted himself towards the orbit. The rain of stones stopped immediately. You have just committed the most heinous sacrilege, “Hair of Fire”! The men remained at a distance, as if petrified by this new desecration. It was the fathers of the fathers of our fathers who, in the dawn of time, paid this homage to death! And no man has ever defiled the Queen of Shadows! We will not kill you because you are not worthy of death! Page Four. But we will not let you run away! When hunger and thirst deliver you to us, you will be tortured every day, until the leafless season! The clan surrounded his strange refuge without daring to approach it. They revere this totem too much to throw their stones! But Rahan will not be able to escape! We will watch around the queen of shadows day and night "Hair of Fire" and you will have to surrender sooner or later and pay for your sacrifice! Usually Rahan respects the customs of “Those-who-walk-upright”! But he finds yours very stupid! Because you have to be stupid to worship death! Death! Death that has pursued Rahan since dawn! The son of Crao pointed out the few men of the cruel horde who climbed the monumental stone staircase. Page Five. We captured "Fire hair", but he escaped! Deliver him to us! Worried, those on the cliff retreated towards their cave. But the chief and the sorcerer faced the newcomers. "Fire hair" belongs to us! Our clan will punish his sacrilege! He is ours! And we will bring him back to ours! Men from the cruel horde were already rushing towards the skull-totem. Although unarmed, the chief and the sorcerer tried to oppose the others. In vain. Argh! Kroan and Laiyar will join you, queen of shadows. They. They. Will be. Soon near you! They. They are happy. Happy. Page Six. Appalled by the useless sacrifice of the two men, Rahan stood his ground. Stealing the life of a disarmed opponent. Is worthy of the Cruel clan! Zlanc! But you will not steal Rahan's! Argh! Braced in the orbit, the son of Crao fiercely resisted his attackers. Crack! And he parried all of their blows with surprising reflexes and vivacity. Argh! Go back to your own! Striking with his fist, his foot, or his knee, he was unassailable. Ra-ha-ha! Page Seven. Advance! Let us chase away this sacrilege! More angered by the outrageous desecration of the queen of shadows than by the death of their leaders. The men on the cliff finally reacted! Those of the cruel horde had to flee under their projectiles. We will come back! We will wipe out your clan! We will kill all of you, your women and your children! It was only a reprieve for Rahan. Those on the cliff once again surrounded the queen of shadows! They gave themselves a new leader. Yako vows to loyally guide the clan, until the day death calls him on. To the happy territory of shadows! Page Eight. No one is ever kept from this territory, brothers! Because death continues until the end of time! It is not death that must be venerated but life! Life is the sun! Forests! The rivers! Why do you prefer darkness to all these wonders? For a very long time the son of Crao harangued these hunters, who had never heard such words. The young people were more sensitive to his arguments than the old ones. See. Rahan has “Outraged” “the queen-of-shadows” but he is still alive! He wants to be alive! The tree does not uproot itself! The animal does not throw itself away. Under the Hunters spear! Everything that is alive repels death! Why did “Those Who Walk Upright” search for it? Your life is sacred, brothers! You must not offer it to these savages, as did Kroan and Laiyar! “Those-of-the-Cruel-Horde,” ten times more numerous, had just reappeared! Page Nine. They rushed towards the staircase, the only way of access to the cliff. Until today, they were content to ban us from the game-filled valley. But today because we did not deliver "Fire hair" to them, they want to decimate our clan! These beings are the cruelest that Rahan has ever encountered! You are defenseless in front of them and they will massacre you if you do not flee! We will not run away! We will repel them! So, let Rahan fight alongside you! Oh! No! Do not do that! Yako and a few elders, armed with simple sticks, were rushing down the stairs that those of the cruel horde were beginning to climb! This disregard for their lives was going to be fatal to them. Page Ten. They collapsed under the arrows. It was not bravery, but madness! They gave their lives needlessly! The young hunters no longer cared about the son of Crao. They reacted finally! “Fire hair” is right! We are too young to join the Queen of Shadows! We must be alive! Alive! You are alive brothers! Under the deluge of stones, the cruel horde flowed back. But those on the cliff soon ran out of projectiles! And the attackers invaded the staircase for a new assault! No more stones! No more Rocks! We will not push them away! Yes! You still have the queen of shadows! Help Rahan! Page Eleven. Setting an example, the son of fierce ages arched his back against the enormous skull-totem. The elders cried out. Sacrilege! Sacrilege! But all the young people rushed forward, and gathered around Rahan, and pushed, and pushed. So many of us have sacrificed their lives to the Queen of Shadows! She must help us! The chalk skull slid slowly towards the staircase which those of the cruel horde were climbing. Oh! And they suddenly saw it silhouetted against the sky, oscillating for a moment, to fall over! Argh! They did not have time to flee. The skull swept over them, crushing or bruising some, throwing others into the void! Page Twelve. Their cries of fear and pain were drowned out by a terrible noise. The gigantic skull had just burst open at the foot of the cliff. Crash! They would have cut our throats without mercy! But they will not come back! Thanks to you, Rahan! The survivors of the cruel horde, still terrified, fled the gorge. Where lay the pieces of this sinister totem that the “Adorers of Death” had venerated for too long! By sacrificing the "Queen of Shadows", you saved your clan! You knew how to defend your lives! You have not resigned yourself to dying and that is good! If some elders still gave Rahan hostile looks, most of the hunters contemplated the valley, the forests, the sun, the distant river. For the first time they seemed to appreciate the life that rustled everywhere around the waters. The son of Crao was happy, he had helped them win this victory over themselves!

Index: https://rumble.com/v3486cm-rahan-index-of-episodes-by-roger-lecureux..html Rahan. Episode Seventy-three. By Roger Lecureux, drawn by Andre Cheret. The Blue Eye. Yes it is Rahan! It is him. The son of fierce ages, or the reflection of Rahan in the blue pupil of Toungna, which had made him “Undead”! It was at the beginning of the "Season-of-Green-Leaves" that Rahan was surprised by fishermen, while he was practicing throwing his knife. Look at his hair! At his eyes! They have the color of the sky. Like the ones of Tougna! See! It is natural that he is twice as skillful as Tougna, since he has two blue colored eyes! That his skill was attributed to the color of his eyes greatly amused the son of Crao. Rahan has known countless hunters who had blue eyes! Some were skilled, others were not! A little later. We have captured a hunter, Tougna! He is capable, at thirty paces, of throwing his knife. In a bamboo smaller than this Finger! The leader of the fishermen had the curious peculiarity of having one brown eye and the other blue! Which gave his face an unusual and worrying appearance. No man is more skillful than Tougna! Page Two. In anger, Tougna threw his javelin, slicing right through a fish that was drying in the sun. See what Tougna can do with his clear eye! Rahan can do better. If you wanted to land this fish. It has to be done this way! The knife flew away and his ivory blade cut the fine vine! You want to humiliate me in front of mine, “hair of fire”! You deserve to die! No, Tougna! Clan law forbids us from taking the lives of “Those Who Walk Upright!” Eh? It is true. But it does not forbid us from keeping this hunter captive. Until his natural death! Let us throw him into the Cave of the forgotten! Page Three. The son of Crao was dragged onto a low cliff, and pushed into a gully. A fall followed. From which he only emerged unscathed by a miracle. This underground tomb well deserved its name “Cave-of-the-forgotten” It offers no other way out than the opening from which the daylight faintly fell, but this hole was inaccessible! A narrow crack in the granite wall allowed him to see the village of the fishers. This vision would henceforth be the only one the captive would have of the outside world. Thus began his terrible torture. Rahan will never escape! His bones will rot in this cave as these have rotted! Page Four. And days follow days. Sometimes, through the narrows, a few fish were thrown at him, and a little water was poured over him. Gently. Once he tried to hold on to this vine. But it was brutally torn from him. Do not do that again, "Fire Hair"! Ever! Otherwise, food will be scarce! The world of the son of Crao was now limited to the skeletons lying in the darkness. And the opening. And the fissure. The crack! Every Morning, Tougna came to observe his Captive there. You are Strong, Rahan! Maybe your body will resist for a long time! But reason will abandon you! Tougna is convinced, and he has persuaded his people that his skill comes from “His blue eye!” And that stupid monster is jealous of Rahan who has two! Page Five. One day the tormentor went so far as to return his precious knife. You can always try to dig through the cliff! Ha-ha-ha! The weapon only served to eliminate his beard, which irritated the son of Crao. If this knife was useless to him. He found with it, a sort of companion. Turn. Turn. Alas, Rahan will never be able to obey you like before! Obsessed by the eternal darkness of his grave, he imagined the golden landscapes. The wonderful skies that he would never see again. And the “Season-of-yellow-leaves” followed that of the “Green-Leaves”. The resistance of the captive astounded the fishermen, and amazed some. Page Six. This is perhaps why, one day, the vine which was lowering the calabash of water did not come back up! Does Rahan have an ally? Will he soon be free? He no longer dares to believe it! His throat tight, he hoisted himself towards the opening, rising towards it. That was when Tougna's laughter rang out! Ha-ha-ha! Tougna was right to be wary. A traitor wanted to help you “Fire hair.” But Tougna arrived in time! And Rahan fell back into the “cave of oblivion”! The anger of Tougna was great that day. “Hair of Fire” never begs for our pity and yet you admire his courage, do you not! But since some deceivers want to help him, it will be Tougna who will now bring the food to the captive! The torture of the son of fierce ages was going to become even more terrible! Page Seven. To get out of his grave he had imagined everything, tried everything. The bones from which he had thought he could make steps had collapsed under his weight. And the opening offered no hold for the grappling hook he had made. He marked each day with a sign on the rock. And his signs were now innumerable. How long has Rahan been here? How many days and nights? As numerous as rushes in a marsh? The trees are beginning to become bare, heralding the “leafless season." Faced with Rahan's resistance, Tougna's jealousy became hatred. Betraying clan law without his people being aware, he more and more often abandoned the pittance on the cliff instead of throwing it to the captive! Page Eight. Many more days passed. Tormented by hunger and thirst, the son of Crao. Felt himself weakening and his reason wavered sometimes. And he found himself more and more often confiding in his ivory knife. Do you remember the happy times? When we were both free? He then saw himself in the green valleys, free! The idea of killing himself had sometimes crossed his mind. You will end Rahan's suffering! No! Rahan must last until the end! Until his last breath! Page Nine. As the storms increased, the clan of fishermen abandoned the shore and retreated to a plateau. But Tougna continued his visits! You no longer have the strength to stand up, “Fire-Hair”! Ha-ha-ha! Your end is near! But one morning the tormentor did not come. And Rahan heard the "Great River" roar. He saw the waves rising towards the sky. The clan took refuge on a height to escape the fury of the waves. The tidal wave surged with fantastic violence, submerged the shore, and launched an assault on the cliff. And suddenly. Oh! Rahan may be saved! The water cascaded through the crack, seeped through the ground, and rose, and rose, and rose. Page Ten. The innumerable marks, each of which represented a day of suffering, disappeared. The water was still rising! Rise again great river! Rise! Rise! Nature, so often hostile to Rahan, came to his aid! He soon swam under the opening. “Freedom” was up there. Liberty was at the end of this long inaccessible opening, into which he now rose. The water suddenly stopped rising. But it did not matter to him. The grappling hook that had been prepared for many days could finally be used. And. Ra-ha-ha! Never had the clamor of victory thundered with such force! He finally saw the sky again! And the horizon! And the great river! Page Eleven. The flood was already receding. And the fishers there screamed at the miracle. Since nothing got the better of Rahan, you will have to fight him, Tougna! We will finally know if one eye the color of the sky is worth two! The tormentor hesitated. But the harpoons of his people spurred him towards the cliff from which the son of fierce ages descended, still dazzled by the day, and staggering a little. They were soon face to face. You are going to die, "Fire hair"! Rahan has never killed a man before, but the one who stole three seasons of his life is no man! The tormentor raised his harpoon and the hatred in his blue eyes gave way to fear. Rahan too, was also ready to throw his ivory knife! He thought of these three seasons of suffering. No Tougna did not deserve the title of man! So? Should he let himself be killed by this monster? The color of his eyes would have nothing to do with it. But Rahan knew he would be the quickest and most skillful.

Index: https://rumble.com/v3486cm-rahan-index-of-episodes-by-roger-lecureux..html Rahan. Episode Seventy Two. By Roger Lecureux, drawn by Andre Cheret. The Mud that Devours. The strong smell of mud that floated over the marsh he had just crossed had hidden from him that of the hunters who lay in ambush. That was why the son of Crao had no time to react. Do not resist, "Fire Hair"! This spear will open your heart! But the faces of these three men surprised him even more than the ambush itself! Age alone differentiated these faces whose features were identical. As if each face was a reflection of the two others! Perhaps the stranger with the “Fire Hair” does not come as an enemy? Why capture him? All those who come from beyond the Troubled Waters are enemies! Let me kill him! You are not wearing the "Sacred Bracelet", Queha! Only Nahor has the right to decide the fate of this man! Page Two. Entering the nearby village, Rahan felt like he was living a strange dream. All the children looked the same! All the teenagers looked the same! All adults looked alike! And all the women looked the same too! The same features, the same looks, and the same smiles! In fact, it was impossible to distinguish one from the other! The son of Crao quickly understood that the members of this strange clan recognized each other by their voices! Their leader appeared. And Rahan noticed the heavy vertebra that encircled the man's wrist. By the "Sacred Bracelet" which gives him all powers, Nahor orders. The death of the one who came from the “troubled waters”! He will be delivered at dawn to the “Muds-that-devour”! Nahor has spoken! Some hunters cheered the brutal verdict. Page Three. But others protested. You are very cruel, Nahor! Why steal the life of a hunter we know nothing about!? Because Nahor hates those who do not have our face! And as long as he wears the “sacred bracelet” he must be obeyed! This is the law of the clan! Suddenly screams arose! Gahur! Gahur just fell into the green water! He is going to be eaten! The whole clan rushed towards the pond, uttering cries of anguish, and helplessness. They do not know how to "Crawl on water"! If Rahan saves Gahur, maybe he will gain their trust! Believing that his prisoner had escaped, Nahor wanted to cling to Rahan. He found himself on the ground. You will not get far, "Hair of Fire"! We will find you! Page Four. On the shore the masses of women imploring the spirits. The men, resigned, looked at the child who, a few stones throw away, was going to drown. Step aside! Step aside! Rahan will save Gahur! A clamor of astonishment greeted the plunge of the son of fierce ages. Down there, the child had just sunk! And Rahan was already joining him, bringing him back to the surface. Life has not yet left the little man! Throw your assegais! Kill him! Kill him! Hate blinds you, Nahor! You forget that he wants to save Gahur! On the shore, men were shouting. The “Bad” ones of the clan had no doubt. They will not be able to join Rahan on this island! The son of Crao swam vigorously towards the island, in the middle of the pond. Page Five. He had noticed the large vertebra attached to the child's wrist. This one was recovering his spirits. Gahur was playing on a stump in the middle of the green water. He slipped. What does this over-sized bracelet mean to you, Gahur? It means that Gahur, one day, will be the leader of the clan like Nahor is today! Gahur mentioned the custom of his clan, where every two “Seasons-of-green-leaves,” the one who one day would become the leader was selected. He was entrusted with a “Sacred Bracelet” which he was never to take off. Thus live together the future leaders of ten, twelve, fourteen, and sixteen "Springs." He, Gahur, was the youngest. And it is Nahor-the-cruel, the oldest, who currently reigns over the clan. Not all hunters approve of Nahor, but they must respect his law! Page Six. From the shore, men were still shouting threats. Rahan could easily escape them! But how would Gahur rejoin his people? The son of fierce ages waited for nightfall. Hold on to Rahan, Gahur! Rahan will take you back to your brothers! Returning to this shore carried great risks. Yet, with the night, a reassuring calm had settled on this shore. Perhaps the hunters convinced Nahor to let you live? Gahur had not expressed this hope that. Chtok! Argh! Ha-ha-ha! Nahor knew you would come back! It is the “Mud-that-devours” that is waiting for you! Page Seven. The son of Crao was taken into the village, near the totem topped with a "skin of wood" skull. They had left him his knife. But the way he was restrained prevented him from grabbing his weapon. When the sun rises over the green water, the captive will die! Let everyone return to their huts! An old man lingered. You saved little Gahur, and Nahor demands your death! It is cruel, but we cannot do anything for you! We cannot violate his law! When Nahor dies, Ro-A will succeed him. Ro-A is good. His law will be better. Why did you leave Rahan his knife? Because Nahor hates everything that lives elsewhere. And things made by men! The old man left grumbling. Page Eight. Abandoning the captive to his thoughts. The marshes shimmered under the moon and Rahan imagined himself getting bogged down in the “Mud that devours.” The idea of this atrocious death shook him. No! No! Rahan must flee! He undoubtedly has allies in this clan. But how would he know his friends from his enemies among all these hunters who look alike, like the “tears of the sky”! All his efforts to break his bonds remained in vain. But suddenly. The skull of the “wood skin”! His teeth! They will cut the vines! He dragged himself to the bamboo-totem. He shook it with his shoulders. If the skull falls next to Rahan, the noise will alert the hunters! Page Nine. After many shakes, the skull finally wobbled. Rahan, although hampered, tried to place himself under it’s landing point. But he did not succeed! Crash! A dull noise resounded which seemed louder than an “Angry cry from heaven." He leaned back. Because a young hunter came running, identical to all those of his age. Friend? Enemy? How to find out! A future chief! He is going to see the skull! The hunter was indeed wearing the vertebra on his wrist. Did you call, “Fire hair”? I am Ro-A. But I cannot do anything for you! This is the law of Nahor! When I am chief, my law will be very different. Yes, different. Ro-A retreated into his hut. Rahan was sure he had seen the skull on the ground, but had pretended to ignore it! Page Ten. Ro-A is therefore on Rahan's side! Ah, why do these men all look the same! Sawing on the crocodile's jaw, the vines gave way one by one. And the son of Crao, free, leapt towards the forest. But worrying shimmers stopped him. Mud! In the night, Rahan will throw himself into the “Mud that devours”! As he sought refuge in a tree, he wandered through the marshes which surrounded the village. Rahan will wait until daylight to flee! It was a little before daybreak that clamors alerted him. They were coming up from all sides. The whole clan is on the hunt! They are tracking Rahan! Oh! Howls of terror suddenly covered the clamors. A lone hunter was sucked into the mud! It is too horrible! Rahan cannot let him die! Page Eleven. The son of fierce ages tore the man from the devouring mud and dragged him onto dry land. Ra-ha-ha! And it was only then that he saw the “Sacred Bracelet.” He had just saved Nahor himself! Ha-ha-ha! This mistake will ruin you, “Fire hair”! Crack! Argh! The leader rushed like a beast. Rahan, dazed, caught a glimpse of Nahor lifting a huge stone above him to finish him off! Page Twelve. The instinct of self-preservation made him suddenly relax his legs. He avoided the stone. And still dazed, saw the other man quickly become engulfed in the mud. Argh! The wrist with the “Sacred Bracelet” was about to disappear under the mud when hunters appeared. Screams erupted. Cries of vengeance or cries of deliverance? Rahan never knew, as he preferred to escape. Come back “Hair of Fire”! Come back! Since Nahor is no more, Ro-A becomes our leader! His law will be just and good! Come back, you who saved Gahor, come back! Rahan was already too far away to hear. Jumping the pockets of "Mud-that-devours", he had only one goal. To flee this strange clan. Flee this clan where it was impossible to distinguish the "Good" from the "Bad", and the friends from the fiercest enemies.

Rahan. Episode Seventy-One. By Roger Lecureux, drawn by Andre Cheret. The Sacrifice of Maoni. With a pounding heart, and holding out the offering of pink water lilies, the son of Crao slowly climbed the staircase cut into the rock. Let all the hunters leave the cave! Only Rahan has won the privilege of seeing Maoni's face! Page Two. It all started the day before, in the heart of the mosquito-infested swamps. Rahan knows how to keep the “biting beasts” away! They fear the smell of “Sun Fruits”! The cloud of insects that harassed him actually moved away as soon as he coated his body with lemon juice. It is a wonderful secret that Crao taught Rahan! He thus crossed the marsh, no longer worrying about the terrible mosquitoes which swirled around him without daring to attack him. Here and there the water lily flowers had the color of the sky in the east. He finally hoisted himself onto dry land, when. Oh! Rahan did not want to interrupt your meal, "Long-tongue"! The son of Crao had never seen an anteater before. He preferred to flee this beast which, abandoning the anthill, suddenly charged him. Rahan is not an ant, "Long-tongued"! He is not! Oh! Page Three. Stumbling on a root, he did not have time to get up. The big anteater was on him. His claws were going to lacerate his face. The ivory blade disappeared into the thick fleece. The blow had been so precise. Ra-ha-ha! That the beast, as if struck by lightning, collapsed instantly. Rahan did not want to take your life "Long tongue"! But he could not let himself be torn apart! The son of fierce ages had not sheathed his knife when ten men burst out of the thickets. In this territory the “Tamas” are sacred, “Fire Hair”! Because they devour the ants that our hunters fear so much! But since you came to the aid of the “Beasts-who-gnaw”, we will see if they are grateful to you! Bury him up to his neck, brothers! Page Four. A little later. Ha-ha-ha! Before the sun returns, "The beasts-that-eat" will have devoured your eyes, your ears, and your tongue! Farewell, "Hair of fire"! Rahan's passage to the realm of shadows will be terrifying! All around the torture place, large red ants were swarming. Their circle tightened. Innumerable, the “Beasts-that-eat” attacked his face. No! No! As he screamed in pain, some rushed into his mouth! It was then that other men appeared. Quickly! Free this unfortunate man! Quickly! Chase away the “Eating Beasts”! Quickly! While the tide of ants ebbed before the torch fire, the son of Crao was released. Rahan did not know that the "Tamas" were sacred. He killed one to defend himself. And the hunters, to punish him, delivered him to the “Beasts-who-gnaw!” Page Five. You had the misfortune of meeting Wramm, the cruelest hunter of the cave clan. In other times, this clan and ours clashed constantly! Kill those from the forest! Kill! Kill! But one day Haika, the leader of those of the caves, and his daughter Maoni, lost their way in the swamps. Haika was swallowed up by the "Mud-that-devours”. Maoni was saved by her people, but her face had been eaten by the “Beasts-that-gnaw”! This face was so horrible that she now hid it under a hood of skin! Wramm had hoped to succeed Haika, but the cave clan chose the sweet Maoni, the faceless girl, as its leader! And the forest clan could only rejoice at this choice! Page Six. Because Maoni is good and loyal! Thanks to her, our clans live in peace! Where does the cave clan live? Rahan must take back his knife from Wramm! Wramm is dangerous! Beware of him. Rahan will take back his knife! Along with the necklace of claws left by Crao, the ivory weapon was Rahan's most precious possession! Look! The “Beasts-that-gnaw” have spared “Hair-of-Fire”! What? What!? Wramm's astonishment was very short. Wramm will kill you! With your own knife! The son of fierce ages dodged the first assault of the colossus. Ra-ha-ha! Page Seven. But was knocked down at the end of the second! The ivory blade was about to plunge into his chest. When. Stop Wramm! You must remember that I forbade all fighting between "Those Who Walk Upright"! What did this hunter do? He killed a big “Tama”! He is an ally of the beasts that ate your face, Maoni! He must die! Rahan had never seen a “Tama” before. He did not know. He killed to protect his life! Maoni Believes Rahan! She asks the clan to welcome him like a brother! Why does a leader as generous as you hide his face? Because it is too horrible! By designating me as leader, the clan swore that only those who brought me a bouquet of water lilies could see it! That is impossible. Page Eight. Since these water lilies grow in the middle of the marsh, everyone who tried to approach them had to back away from the “Stinging Beasts.” The venom of these “beasts” makes the body swell and sets the blood on fire! Some died! Rahan will bring you the pink flowers, Maoni! Ha-ha-ha! So you think you're a god!? Well go, Rahan, go. The land of shadows awaits you! Rahan is so sure he will return that he leaves you his knife Wramm! No, Rahan! Do not do that! Why risk your life? Because you deserve pink flowers, Maoni! The son of Crao disappeared under the foliage. No one saw him smear his face, torso and limbs with the juice of the “Sun Fruits”. Poor Maoni! Her face must be scary! But her heart is so generous! Page Nine. When the cave clan saw him again he was already in the middle of the swamp. The mists were dissipating. They could not see the myriads of mosquitoes. But they guessed they were there. Harassing the hunter called “Hair of Fire”. And the "biting beasts", in fact, swirled in clouds around the son of Crao. Who was now tearing off the marvelous pink flowers. And the cloud of mosquitoes surrounded him. Escorting him on the way home! After the “beasts-that-gnaw”, it is the “beasts-that-bite” who spare this demon! The cloud dissipated under the dry breeze coming from the mainland. Under her skin hood Maoni sighed. He succeeded. I must respect clan law. I have to show him. My face! Page Ten. When the son of Crao approached Maoni, Wramm could not control his rage. Die, All who have come to violate our laws! The thick armful of damp leaves saved Rahan. This time, Wramm the brute deserves to be punished! Wramm had the impression that lightning, choosing its target, was opening his stomach. Argh! Ra-ha-ha! Rahan did not violate any of our rules! He brought back the pink water lilies. He therefore has the right to see what remains of the face of Maoni, the daughter of Haika the cheif! A little later. Get out of the cave! Get out! May my face not haunt the nights of those who knew not how to bring the offering of pink water lilies! Page Eleven. As Rahan climbed the steps, the hunters respectfully slipped away. When Rahan has revealed to yours the secret of “Sun Fruits.” They could too, go and pick the pink flowers and earn the right to see your face, Maoni! The son of Crao placed the offering at the feet of Maoni. Keep your secret, Rahan! The clan has obeyed me from the day I was disfigured by the “Eating-Beasts.” I have got them to live in peace with those in the forest! If mine saw what you are about to see, their respect for me would disappear. The war with the other clans would perhaps resume. Maoni slowly raised her hood. And the emotion, the stupefaction, petrified the son of Crao. My people must never know, Rahan! Swear to me not to reveal my secret! Page Twelve. The face of Maoni was the purest, the most beautiful that anyone could see! Over time, my wounds healed themselves! But if the clan knew that I recovered my former appearance. I would lose my authority! Wramm would lead the hunters on the evil paths of war! Rahan will never betray your secret Maoni! Never! Never! During his long stay among this clan, the son of Crao kept his word. But he often had to lie. Maoni's face? A horrible thing Wramm! Bare bones. Bitten lips. Eyes without lids. When he consulted his knife before leaving for new horizons, Wramm himself seemed to regret his departure. You taught us so many things! And Rahan must teach them to others. And the son of wild ages bid farewell to those of the caves. He knew that he would never forget the alert face of Maoni, this young girl who sacrificed her beauty and her youth for the sole happiness of her own! Index: https://rumble.com/v3486cm-rahan-index-of-episodes-by-roger-lecureux..html

Rahan. Episode Seventy. By Roger Lecureux, drawn by Andre Cheret. The spirits of the night. The son of Crao had already seen mammoth cemeteries but the one he had just discovered was more impressive than all of the others. What mysterious instinct drives the “Two-tooths” to come and die in the same place? Suddenly! Crack! Ohh! The shock was very violent Argh. Rahan will not be able to run for a while! His leg was sore, but it was just a strained muscle. Page Two. It was with a limp that he approached the extraordinary tangle of carcasses eaten away by the rains and the winds. There was a sickening odor of rotting flesh floating there. Here, the bones had been crushed under the rocks that had been spat out by the volcanoes. Elsewhere, a lava flow had charred them. A fine dust of sand and bone ashes accumulated in the crevasses in the cracked ground. The son of Crao suddenly felt that he was being observed. And he saw the hyenas following him at a distance. He hated these disgusting beasts. You dare not attack Rahan, you corpse eaters. You wait for him to fall! The pack was indeed watching for the collapse of the man, whom they felt was handicapped. As Rahan had just jumped a small crevasse his bruised leg gave way. And. Argh! Page Three. He collapsed, falling flat on his back! With wild growls, the hyenas turned towards this prey, which they had at their mercy. Rahan is not dead yet! Back “Corpse Eaters!” The ivory blade cut the most daring of the attackers. And it cut the throat of their successor! Ra-ha-ha! A blow to the flank of the third had such a jolt, that the son of Crao felt his knife escape! Oh! But he no longer had anything to fear from the snarling beasts who left him to tear their fellow creatures to shreds! Back! Rahan wants his knife! Page Four. His ivory knife was still stuck in the side of the beast that the pack was fighting over, at the edge of a narrow crevice. Back! Back! Back! His disgust and anger were such that Rahan no longer felt the pain. Argh! And the Hyenas cowardly abandoned a fight that had became too difficult! The son of Crao returned to the rift to find the beast dead and. Oh! His knife, which had detached itself from the flesh, had disappeared! He saw it at the bottom of the crevasse, more than three meters deep, stuck in the bone powder. Inaccessible! Rahan needs a branch. Or a line. Shortly after, he had his first failure. The ivory weapon slipped on the fork and fell flat! It no longer offered a hold. Page Five. To the loop of the lasso that Rahan tried in vain to slip around the handle! Will Rahan have to abandon his knife!? This thought of losing his weapon forever was intolerable to him, but suddenly. The fork cannot grip the knife! Neither can the lasso! But both together!? Once again, Rahan's spirit of deduction worked wonders. Maintaining the slip knot, and using the forked hook. He was able to pass the loop around the weapon, gently tightening the loop. Which was impossible without the fork! Ra-ha-ha! He could recover his ivory knife! And his clamor of victory thundered on the cemetery of the “Two-teeth.” Page Six. He happily sheathed it when a long trumpet sound rose up. The “Two teeth” walks like Rahan! A young mammoth was walking, helplessly. He hesitated to place one of his hind legs on the ground. Since we have the same illness, we are brothers! Let Rahan come near you, "Two-tooth"! He might be able to do something for you! The mammoth stood still. Leaning on the carcasses of his ancestors. He did not flinch when the son of Crao revealed his heavy paw. A spear flint! In a moment you will feel better than Rahan! Extracting the spear point was easy. You are cured, "Two-tooth"! And now what are you going to do? Charge Rahan? Page Seven. The young pachyderm, relieved of the pain, observed the man for a moment. You do not charge? Rahan did not know that the "Two-Tooths" could be grateful! The mammoth fled, almost light on his feet. Jostling the bones where he had perhaps thought he would come to die. The son of Crao was happy. Even happier that the pain was finally going away from his leg. Before the moon comes, Rahan will be far away! He will have a sweet night! Rahan could not have known how tormented and fantastic this night would be. It all started with the hunters who emerged from the forest, surrounding him with a circle of hatred. Do not kill the enemy with the "Hair of Fire"! Capture him alive! We will sacrifice him to the moon! Page Eight. Assailed by a group of men, he resisted fiercely. But. Zlang! Argh! When he regains his senses, he noticed that he had been left with his knife. Rahan is not an enemy. He does not want to. Silence “Hair of Fire!” All those who do not belong to our clan are enemies! The son of Crao's rope was pulled unceremoniously. To the hunters' camp. Page Nine. When our mother the moon shines on the top of the great mountain we will offer her your life! He was firmly attached to a long flat rock, undoubtedly the altar where these moon worshipers sacrificed their captives! The clan leader harangued his people. Makawa will kill "Fire Hair" himself! May Mother Moon thank us by recalling to her of the “Spirits-of-the-Night”! What were these “Night Spirits” that these men seemed to fear? Rahan will never know! These bonds are far too strong for him to break! Welcome to our territory, “Mother-moon”! Your sons beg you once again to scare away the spirits of the night! In the rapidly darkening sky the moon appeared. In a moment, Rahan will join the “Territory of Shadows”! The moon was gliding across the sky, slowly approaching the top of the great mountain. Page Ten. When it shone like a crown at the tip of the mountain, Makawa approached. Your impure blood will not stain our weapons! Makawa will kill you with your own knife! Makawa offers you the life of “Hair of Fire,” “Mother-Moon”! The chief's hand closed on the ivory handle. Nothing could save the son of the fierce ages! He drew the knife. Brandished it to strike and. Screamed in fear! “Hair-of-Fire” is a spirit of the night! The blade was giving off a strange green light! Terrified, Makawa dropped the weapon and retreated towards his people who, in panic, were fleeing in all directions. Pardon “Mother-Moon!” Pardon! What a strange thing! Where does this power come from? Astonished, Rahan observed the blade which shone like a glowworm! Page Eleven. Unable to explain this miracle, he contorted himself to bring the weapon closer to his bonds, but his efforts were in vain. And his helplessness reassured the “Worshipers of the Moon.” A true “spirit-of-the-night” could be freed! His weapon is that of a "Night-Spirit.” But he is not a spirit! Let us kill him! The son of fierce ages, his throat tight with anguish, saw the hunters approach with their spears raised. Suddenly! If you kill this stranger, we will make you pay for his death! The clamors had resounded behind them. The warning reverberated into the night! Page Twelve. It was panic again! The spirits of the night! The Spirits of the night! And Rahan believed he saw ghostly greenish beings. Luminous as the blade of his cutlass, approaching the altar! Their axes cut through the bonds. Makawa and his people are savages! Flee this territory, brother! Only we can survive it! Run away and good luck! The son of Crao had no time to thank his saviors. The phosphorescent group was already moving away. And “were extinguished” in the dense thickets of the forest. Rahan has often seen strange things, but nothing more astonishing than these "Luminous Men"! Page thirteen. And you, faithful knife!? Did you never shine like that on other nights? As he had just stroked the blade with his fingertips. Rahan exclaimed. His fingers, too, glowed in the dark! Oh! Rahan Understands! It is the dust that glows. The dust of the “Two-Teeth”! He saw his knife again at the bottom of the crevasse, stuck in the bone ashes. Was not that the origin of the mysterious phenomenon? Perhaps the Night Spirits are just simple hunters who coat their bodies with this powder!? Rahan wants to know! The son of wild ages only returned to the mammoth cemetery in the early morning. The hyenas had been devoured. The vine with which he had recovered his weapon was still there. Page Fourteen. It allowed him to take some mysterious bone powder from the bottom of the rift. With which he carefully coated his torso, his limbs and his face. Why does the dust of the “Two-tooths” only shine in the darkness? Rahan could not know, he would never know, that natural and complex chemical phenomena had transformed this bone ash into the "Phosphor." He impatiently awaited the return of the night. When Makawa and his clan found him by chance. “Fire-hair” Is Not a “Spirit”! This time he will not escape us! Oh! Cornered against the rocky wall, the son of Crao could no longer escape! The first lances, thrown from afar, narrowly missed him. Zlang! Page Fifteen. When they are closer, they will not miss Rahan! Oh! Zlang! Zlang! Schtok! The “Two-Teeth”! The young mammoth he had come to the aid of was furiously charging at the "Moon Worshipers." Who had to face it! Taking advantage of this unexpected diversion, Rahan set off towards the forest. Brave “Two-tooth”! You gave your life to save Rahan's! His body riddled with spears, the young pachyderm moved away. He collapsed on his knees, and got up again. Would he have time to reach the mammoth cemetery? Rahan hoped so. Makawa and his wild pack immediately resumed their manhunt. They had seen the fugitive take refuge in the kingdom of the “Four-Hands” Page Sixteen. They pursued relentlessly, screaming with hatred as soon as they caught a glimpse of Rahan moving from line to line. Kill! Kill! And for the son of Crao it was suddenly a tragedy. The forest ended there! The tree into which he had thrown himself with a fantastic leap. Was the last! Unable to turn back he found himself on this isolated tree. At the mercy of the pack. Projectiles were already whistling from all sides! And the most daring climbed the trunk. Rahan hates killing "Those-Who-Walk-Upright." But he will be forced to defend his life. But this fight that Rahan feared so much did not take place. Cries of terror rose in the twilight. “Hair of fire” is a “night-spirit”! Flee! Run away! Page Seventeen. High above, in the shadow of the foliage, the son of Crao stood in a greenish halo! In an instant, he had become a “Luminous man”! A “Spirit-of-the-night”! It was a stampede. Mother Moon will never forgive us for chasing a spirit! Let us run away! Flee! Rahan was coming down from his refuge when the thickets parted in front of a few men of light. We are happy to see you alive, brother! When we heard the cries of these savages, we feared for you! It is the "Powder-that-Lights-At-Night" that saved Rahan! Yes brother! It is thanks to it that we survive in this territory! Makawa and his wild beasts think that we are "Envoys of the Moon" and "Spirits of the Night"! They fear us, and flee from us! Page Eighteen. The powder is the only way to protect us from these demons! Since you have discovered our secret, I hope you will not betray us brother! Rahan is always faithful. And he hopes that you will convince Makawa and his people not to behave like hyenas! Farewell, brothers! Rahan cannot wait to leave this territory! When the Son of Crao crossed the river, the greenish fluorescence stretched in his wake. He regained his appearance! It was rare that he did not fight bad deeds and actions himself. But he knew that the "Men of light" had no need of him. Arriving on the other bank, he saluted them one last time then left. Rahan will never forget that he too was a “Spirit-of-the-night”! But why? Why? In these fierce times, nature preserved its secrets! It was only tens of thousands of years later that man would discover phosphor, and its properties. Index: https://rumble.com/v3486cm-rahan-index-of-episodes-by-roger-lecureux..html

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The metal grille blocked vision but not sound; they could hear the footsteps, sometimes pleading or whimpering, once or twice cracked voices attempting the Marseillaise, then the rapid chattering of automatic weapons and rounds thumping into the earth berm piled against their block's wall. The nun finished the prayer and came to her feet, putting solemnity aside and smiling at the others. Together they rolled the thin straw-stuffed pallets up against the walls, each folding her single cotton blanket on top and placing the cup and pan in the regulation positions. There was nothing else to do; it was forbidden to sleep or sit after the morning siren. Conversation was possible, if you were careful and very quiet, a matter of gesture and brief elliptical phrases, and it helped break the terrible sameness of each day. Newcomers brought in fresh tidings from the world outside, and bits of gossip passed from hand to hand, on work details or at the mess hall, not as elaborate as she had expected, there were too many informers and turnover was too high. This was a holding and processing center, not a real prison; a place to sit and wait until they took you away. Terrible rumors about what lay beyond: factories, labor camps, bordellos, medical experiments such as the Germans had done during the Nazi years. But no real information. For herself, it was not so bad; she had much time to meditate, and the others to help, and what came after would be the will of God, Who would give her strength enough to meet it, if no more. Marya crossed herself and moved a careful half-pace closer to the bars. Good, the guard had gone around the corner. She was just a trusty, a prisoner like the rest of them, with no key to open cell doors. She could mark an individual or a whole cell down and inform the real guards, the Security bulls and retired Janissaries who ran Block D, Female Section. That could mean flogging or electroshock or sweatbox for all of them, you never knew. But the guard would be reluctant to do that; it was unwise to have more contact with the bulls than you had to. A prayer was not enough provocation; a real racket might be, because then she would be in danger of losing her position and being thrown back into a holding pen, which meant being quietly strangled one night. Seven to one was bad odds. God forgive them all, Marya thought. For them too the Savior died. She herself would probably get nothing more than a whack across the kidneys with the rubber truncheon at mess call. Not for the first time, she reflected that Central Detention was like being inside a machine. Not a particularly efficient one, more like an early steam engine that gasped and wheezed and leaked around its gaskets, shuddering with loose fittings and friction. But it used the Domination's cheapest fuel, human life, and it was simple and rugged and did its work with a minimum of attention; she had been here six months and rarely even saw the serf guards and clerks who did the routine management, much less one of the Citizencaste aristocracy of the Domination. There was an iron chung-chung from the landing down at the south end of the corridor; the main door to Block D, two stories up the open stairwell. A sudden hush caught the cells along the narrow passageway, an absence of noise that had been too faint for conscious attention, then a rustle as the inmates sprang to stand by their bedrolls. The nun moved to her own and assumed the proper posture, feet together, head bowed, hands by sides. She could feel the sweat prickle out on her palms, wiped them hurriedly down the coarse cotton sack-dress that prisoners were issued. Suddenly the familiar roughness itched against her skin, and she forced her toes to stop their anxious writhing in the sisal-and-wood clogs. A whimper. Therese; she had never been strong, or quite right in the head since they brought her and Chantal in. A slight girl, dark and too thin, who never spoke and slept badly. The nun had had medical training, but it was nothing physical; the abuse that had made the elder Lefarge sister strong with hate had broken something in Therese. Perhaps it could never be healed, and certainly not here. Eyes met across the cell, and someone coughed to cover the quick squeeze of the shoulder and whisper of comfort that was all they had to offer. Pauvre petite, Marya thought; then with desperation: much too early for the bulls to be down looking for amusement. And they had never picked cell 10-27. Holy Mary, mother of God, please. The guard pelted down the corridor and dropped to her knees by the stairs from the landing. Marya's bedroll was nearest the door; she could see boots descending the pierced-steel treads. Three sets, composition-soled leather with quick-release hooks rather than eyes for the lacings. Draka military issue, the forward pair black and the other two camouflage-mottled. Quickly, she flicked her eyes back to her toes. A Citizen! Could they have found out? Silently she willed the boots to pace by, on down the corridor. Not praying, because this could only mean bad trouble and the only words her heart could speak would be: somebody else, anyone but me. Marya swallowed convulsively, thick saliva blocking her throat. Even Our Lord asked that the cup pass from him. But he had not wished it on anyone else. Nor would she. The lock made its smooth metal sound of oiled steel and the cell door swung open. She could feel the breeze of it, smell leather and cloth, gun-oil and a man's cologne. "Bow, you sluts!" the guard barked, hovering nervously in the corridor. The eight inmates of cell 10-27 put palms to eyes and bent at the waist. "Up, stand up." A man's voice, cool and amused, speaking French with a soft slurred accent. "Present, wenches." Marya jerked erect and bent her head back to show the serf identity-code tattooed behind her left ear, one hand holding back the long ashblond hair that might have covered it. The position gave her a good look at the three men. Their armed presence crowded the cell, even though there was room in plenty with the inmates braced to attention. Two were common soldiers, Janissaries from the Domination's subject-race legions with shaven skulls and serf-numbers on their own necks. Big men, young, thick heavy-muscled shoulders and necks and arms under their mottled uniforms. Both carried automatic rifles; ugly, squared-off things with folding stocks and snail-shaped drum magazines; there were heavy fighting-knives in their boots, stick-grenades clipped to their harness, long machete-like bushknives slung over their backs. Dark men, with blunt features and tight-curled hair and skins the color of old oiled wood; Africans, from the heartlands of the continent where the Domination began. Their people had been under the Yoke for generations, and the Draka favored them for such work; they looked at the women with indifferent contempt and casual desire. The third was an officer, a Citizen. In the black tunic and trousers of garrison uniform, with a peaked cap folded and thrust through his shoulderstrap; Marya understood just enough of the Domination's military insignia to know he was a Merarch, roughly a colonel. A tall man, leopard to the Janissaries' bull strength. Tanned aquiline features, pale gray eyes, brown hair streaked with a lighter color, a single gold hoop-earring. No more than thirty, with white scar-lines on his hands and face, one deep enough to leave a V in his left cheekbone. A machine-pistol rested in an elaborate holster along his thigh, but it was the weapon in his hand that drew her eye. A steel rod as thick as a man's thumb with a rubber-bound hilt, tapering along its meter length to the brass button on its tip; a cable ran from the hilt to the battery-casing at his belt. An electroprod. The tip came towards her face. Sweat prickled out along her upper lip as she fought against the need to flinch. Marya knew what it could do; the 'prod was worse than a whip, as bad as the sweatbox. The Draka used it to control crowds; the threat was usually as effective as an automatic weapon, and less wasteful. Too many times and you could start having fits. Applied to the head it could cause convulsions, loss of memory, change you inside. She closed her eyes. Metal touched her chin. Nothing. Not activated. She opened her eyes, and the Draka nodded with approval. "Spirited," he said. "Sound off, wench." "Marya seven-three-E-S-four-two-two, Master," she recited, fighting off a flush of hatred that left her knees weak, on the verge of trembling. She would not show it, not when it might be mistaken for fear. The man in black flipped open a small leather-bound notebook with his left hand. "Ssssa; 34, literate, languages French, German, English, Polish."He raised an eyebrow. "Quite a scholar. Advanced accounting. Ah, category 3m73, religious cadre, that would account for it." The electroprod clicked against the crucifix and rosary that hung through the cloth tie of her sack-dress. Made from scraps of wood, silently at night beneath her blanket. "Nun?" "I am a Sister of the Order of Saint Cyril, Master." The Draka flicked the steel rod against her hip, hard enough to sting. "You were. Now you're 73ES422, wench." He read further, pursed a lip. "Suspicion of unauthorized education? Ah, that was six months ago; Security must have been dithering whether to pop you off or send you to the Yanks with the Pope and the rest." He shook his head and made a tsk sound between his teeth. "Headhunters, typical." Marya felt herself pale. "The. The Holy Father has been exiled?" Two more cuts, harder this time. "Master," she added. He turned without answering, scanning the others. "You," he pointed. "Chantal nine-seven-E-F-five-seven-eight, Master." Marya could see the film of sweat on the other woman's face, and knew it was rage, not terror. Calm, keep calm, she thought. Suicide is a mortal sin. The Draka stepped over and looked her up and down, smiling slightly. She had dark-Mediterranean good looks, long black hair and a heart-shaped face, a full-curved body under the coarse issue gown. "At ease," he said, and the inmates straightened and dropped their eyes again; the officer chuckled as he watched the dark woman glaring at his boots and consulted the notebook. "Twenty years, literate, numerate, French and English. Ex-bookkeeper, member of the Communist Party." He caught the hem of her gown on the end of the electroprod and raised it to waist height, and murmured in his own tongue: "Not bad haunches, but these Latins run to fat young." Marya understood him, with difficulty; the English her Order had taught her was the standard British form. The Domination's core territory in Africa below Capricorn had been settled by Loyalist refugees from the American Revolution, speakers of an archaic eighteenth-century southern dialect, and it had mutated heavily in the generations since. He paused, let the cloth fall, tapped the steel rod thoughtfully against one boot. "Shuck down, wenches," he said after a moment. There was a quick rustle of cloth as the inmates stripped; the prison gowns were simple cotton sacks with holes for arms and heads. Marya undid her belt, pulled the garment over her head, folded it atop her bedroll, slipped off the briefs that were the only undergarment and folded them in turn, stepped out of the clogs and stood in the inspection posture, hands linked behind the head and eyes forward. The dank chill of the place seemed suddenly greater, raising the gooseflesh on shoulders and thighs, making her wish she could hug herself and run her palms down her arms. When she had been arrested, it was only chance that the secret school was not in session and the children gone. All unauthorized education was forbidden, under penalty of death; they would have penned her and the children together in the room and tossed in a grenade. Alone, she would have died there and then if any evidence had been found. Two of the mothers had been with her, and there was no room in the police van; the green-uniformed Security Directorate officer had drawn her pistol and shot them both through the head as they knelt, to save the trouble of calling in for a larger vehicle. And inside Central Detention there had been no interrogation, no torture; only the cell and the endless monotony spiced by fear, until she realized that her gesture of defiance was not even worth investigating. There had been a speech for her batch of new inmates. Very brief: "This is a bad place, serfs, but it can always be worse. We ask little from the living, only obedience; from the dead, nothing." Beside her Therese was weeping silently, slow fat tears squeezing out from under closed lids and running down her face, dripping from her chin onto her breasts. Most of the others were expressionless, a few preening under the dispassionate gaze; the Draka nodded and turned to the guard. "This one and that one," he said, flicking the prod toward Marya and Chantal. "Put the restraints on them." Marya's stomach lurched as the guard's rough hands turned her around and pulled her arms behind her back. The ring-and-chain bonds clanked, fastening thumbs and wrists and elbows in a straining posture that (breed the shoulders back; you could walk in them if you were careful, but they were as effective as a hobble when it came to running. Not that there was anywhere to run; and anything at all might be waiting beyond the iron door. Cell 10-27 was a bad place; of cold and fear and a monotony that was worse than either, grinding down your mind and spirit. Now it seemed a haven. The one thing you could be certain of in the Domination was that there was always someplace worse. The guard shoved the two women roughly toward the door of the cell. Marya staggered, turned and bowed awkwardly. "Master," she said. "Our things?" "You won't be back, wench," the Draka said, stretching. The Janissaries chuckled; one reached out and grabbed the weeping Therese by the breast, pinching and twisting. She folded about the grip in a futile shrimp-curl of protection, mouth quivering as she sobbed. "Yo" be needin' us'n, suh?" he said. "Mebbeso we-uns stay here fo' whaal?" The officer laughed, and Marya could feel Chantal quivering behind her. Therese was her younger sister; they had been swept up together for curfewviolation. Distributing leaflets, probably, but they had been clean when the patrol caught them and might have gotten off with a light flogging if Chantal had not attacked the squadleader when he started to rape Therese. The nun forced herself between the other woman and the soldiers, pushing her back against the bars, hearing the quick panting breath of adrenaline-overload in her ear and a low guttural sound that was almost a growl. Madness to attack three armed men with hands bound, but a berserker does not count the odds. Even worse madness if by some freak she could hurt one of their captors; that would mean impalement, a slow day's dying standing astride a sharpened stake rammed up the anus. And not just for her; the Draka believed in collective punishment, to give everyone a motive for restraining the wilder spirits. Innocents would die beside her. The Draka laughed again, reaching out and playfully rapping the Janissary across the knuckles with the electroprod. "Na, no rough work with Security's property," he said. "Besides, I know you lads; once you had your pants down you wouldn't notice even if one of the others pulled the pin on a grenade and shoved it where the sun don't shine. Then think of the paperwork I'd have to do." The dark soldier released the woman and saluted. His officer returned the gesture, then grinned and clapped him on the shoulder. "But no reason you shouldn't hit the Rest Center until we're due; consider yourselves off-duty until." He looked at his watch "Twenty-hundred hours. Report to the depot then. Off you go; I think I can handle the wild French wenches alone." "Yaz, suh!" the serf soldiers chorused. Their clenched right fists snapped smartly to their chests before they wheeled and left. It had been half a year since Marya last saw the main door of Block D; not since the night of her arrest, when she had been kicked through still bruised and dazed from the standard working-over with rubber hoses that all new inmates received. And she was nearly the oldest inhabitant; the others came and went, swept in off the streets for some offense too petty to merit an immediate bullet, processed through and vanishing to places unknown. A few found the courage to call farewell as they climbed the pierced-steel treads. Behind them came Therese's voice, thin and reedy: "Chantal, don't leave me, come back, please." Then the welded panels clanged shut, and they were outside. A serf clerk at a desk-kiosk, a saffron-skinned slant-eyed woman in neat coveralls who bowed as she took the papers the Draka handed her. More corridors, more cells; the electroprod tapped her on the shoulder, left, right, pointing to crossings. A harder jab to Chantal's lower back, just over the kidneys. She gasped, stumbled, would have turned her head to glare if the aching strain of the restraints had not prevented. "Walk more humble, wench," the Draka said softly. "Through there, I think." A men's section, hairy faces crowding close to the bars and glittering eyes, silent and intent, others who looked at her with pity, or away. The nun felt herself flushing under that hopeless hunger, forced herself not to shrink back towards the sound of the Draka's bootheels. Courtyards, and she began to shiver as a thin drizzle of cold rain fell slick on her skin. Cobblestones, a brief glimpse to a road outside as a convoy of steam-trucks chuffed in with a new load of detainees, ragged figures clutching bundles and children as the guards chivied them into ranks for processing. Overhead, huge and silent, a dirigible was passing, its lights disappearing northward. Then they were in an office complex. Soft diffused lighting instead of the harsh naked bulbs, warmth, rain beating against sound windows of frosted glass. Incredulous, her feet felt carpet beneath, soft and deep; somewhere a teleprinter was chuttering, and the homey familiarity of the office-sound brought sudden inexplicable tears prickling under her lids. She was conscious of her nakedness again; not in shame or modesty, but as vulnerability. Most of those she saw were serfs as well, but they were neatly clad in pressed overalls and good shoes, clipboards and files in their hands as they strode purposefully down the aisles or sat at desks working, typing, filling the air with a clatter of abacuses and adding-machines. Their eyes flicked over her and away, and she could see herself in them: nude and wet and muddy-footed, rat-tails of wet hair clinging to her shoulders, arms locked behind her. Livestock, beneath contempt to these born-serf bureaucrats, the selected elite who occupied the management positions just below the Draka aristocracy. "Hope these'un're house-broken," a voice said, and others chuckled. Her ears burned, and Chantal beside her stiffened and glared. The man behind them evoked more interest: deferential bows, and curiosity. Marya saw a few other Citizens, through the open doors of offices or walking in their bubbles of social space, crowds parting for them; but those men and women were in the olive-green of the Security Directorate, not War Directorate black. The freefolk grew more numerous as they climbed stairs and at the last an elevator to the upper level. There was no bustle here; empty corridor with wide-spaced doors, wood paneling replacing the institutional-bile paint of the lower levels. Names and mysterious number-letter codes on brass plates: "Morrison: infl. 77A Relig. delation." "Carruthers: alloc. IOF Labor." A larger door still, unmarked, at the end of a hallway. "Through," the Draka said, tapping them again on the backs of their necks with the prod. Hesitantly, Marya stepped closer. The dark oak panel slid aside with a soft shusssh, and she stepped through, blinking with astonishment. She had been six months in prison; before that six years in war-crippled cities, on the roads of Europe, in refugee centers and tenements. For a moment she lost herslf in wonder. The room was large, a lounge-office fifteen meters by twenty. Two walls were floor-to-ceiling tinted glass, a view over the tumbled rooftops of Lyon down to the choppy surface of the Rhone, iron-gray under a sky the color of a wet knife blade. The other walls were murals in the Draka style, hot tawny savannah and herds of zebra beneath a copper sun. A huge desk of some unfamiliar glossy-russet wood occupied one corner, with a sparse scattering of files, intercom, telephone, closed-circuit television monitor. The floor was covered in Isfahan carpets, the furniture soft chairs around a cluster of low brass tables on filigree stands, Arab work. The remains of a light meal were scattered on one, meats and cheeses, fruit and bread, coffee warming over a spirit-lamp with little pots of sugar and cream. Marya felt her nostrils flaring and mouth filling. The prison fodder was abundant and adequate; porridge laced with fish and soya meal, hardtack, raw vegetables. Bland, bland; after months of it, years on scrimping wartime rations, the smell of the good food was intolerable. She was used to austerity, would not have chosen a religious vocation if comfort were essential to her, but she could feel her skin drinking in the softness and warmth, eyes flooding with the color and brightness. To feel something besides harsh cloth and stone, to see something that pleased the eye and was not ugly and hurtful. The Draka officer's hand rested on her shoulder, forcing her to her knees beside Chantal. Inwardly, she shook herself as she bowed her head and glanced upward through the lashes; a prisoner could not afford the luxury of distraction. Focus on the people, she thought. Study them. Know those with power. Knowledge was the only defense of the weak. There were five others in the room. A man behind the desk; Security uniform, high rank. In his forties but athletic, short, with dark curly hair, blue eyes, tanned pug face and a cigarette in an ivory holder. In the lounger. Marya blinked. The woman lolling there was the first Draka she had ever seen not in some type of uniform; she was wearing low tooled boots, loose burgundy trousers, a long blouse-shirt over a stomach that showed the seventh month of pregnancy. Somehow that seemed unnatural, shocking. Of course Draka had to be born like other folk, but. Tall, hawk-faced, hair a mixture of brown and gold that gave the effect of burnished bronze, one hand holding a cup. A massive thumb-ring, long fingers. And beside her a girl of perhaps ten years in a thick silk tunic, playing with a long needle-pointed knife. The nun frowned, glanced covertly from one face to another. There were two servants, in dark elegant liveries; one knelt in a corner and played softly on a stringed instrument, the other was a middle-aged black woman standing by the child, probably a nurse. Forget them for a moment; there was something about the Draka. All the Citizens she had seen had a certain look, of course: hard sculpted faces, gymnast's physique, the studied grace that came of long training. Even the girl had none of the coltish awkwardness usual on the verge of adolescence; her hands moved the blade with relaxed precision, spinning it up and snapping it closed again around the hilt without looking down. But there was something more. Ah, a family likeness. Pale eyes and long limbs and sharp-featured eaglenosed high-cheeked faces; the pregnant woman might be the sister of the officer who had fetched Marya from the cell. She licked her lips, waiting. "Gudrun, yo' said you were old enough to carry a weapon; don't fiddle with it." The woman's voice. Soft, rather husky. The child pouted, flushed and pulled up the hem of her tunic to slide the blade into a sheath on her leg. The blush was very evident under pale freckled skin, copper hair; there were dark circles under her eyes. The pregnant woman worked her fingers and spoke to the man behind the desk. "An' yes, Strategos Vashon, I've been known to do outlines for mural work; the Klimt workshops have a few in their standard offer book. Not takin' commissions right now, though, what with everythin'." She transfered her attention to the two prisoners. "So, Andrew, these two are the best yo' could do?" The voice stirred a memory, elusive; darkness and pain, dust and the hotmetal stink of engines. It slipped away as she tried to grasp at it. The Draka who had brought the women from their cell snapped his fingers for coffee, sinking into one of the chairs with a grateful sigh and hooking the electroprod onto his belt. "More difficult than the manual workers, sister dear, yo' wanted them spirited and intelligent. Troublemakers, in other words. That, these are; healthy sound stock, as well." The woman shifted, sighed, rested one hand on her belly and held out the other. "The tag," she said, and her brother tossed a strip of metal; her hand picked it out of the air with a hard fast slap. "Yasmin." The girl in the corner laid down her mandolin and rose to take the key. "Take the restraints offn them." Marya kept her head bent as the serf approached, knelt behind the two inmates. A crisp sound of linen and silk, a smell of scented soap, a soft hand on her arm. "These-heah on way too tight." The girl's voice was harder to understand than the Draka's had been, the same soft drawl but a more extreme dialect. "It gowin hurt." Metal clicked. Thumbs first, then wrists, then the painful stretch of elbows drawn together behind the shoulderblades. The fetters had been a burning ache; agony lanced through muscles and tendons, throbbing as circulation returned. Then relief through the fading pain, almost as hard to bear; involuntary tears starred her lashes, breaking the light into rainbows that flickered like kaleidoscopes as she blinked, as her hands fell trembling to the rough surface of the carpet. She heard Chantal's hoarse grunt, and the metal of the restraints clanking as the serf-girl folded them. When the dark woman spoke it was in a whisper, barely audible and spoken downward into the rug so as not to carry. "Be brave, mah sistahs. Tings bettah soon." Yasmin rose, laid the restraints on a table with a bow and returned to her instrument, strumming a faint wandering tune. Endless moments passed, and Marya became aware of the Draka speaking among themselves. "Nice pair of Danes, but I thought you still had that Jewish wench, what was her name." the woman was saying. "Leja." The officer in black worked his shoulders into the cushions and sipped his coffee. "I do, but I'm out of Helsinki in the field, most of the time. No company while I'm gone, too much work for one when I'm back. Besides, she's pregnant again." "Why not have her fixed, for God's sake?" Andrew sighed. "And spoil years of work? She just might not like that, you know; even gratitude has its limits. Why do you think I pulled her out of that Treblinka place when we overran it back in. yes, forty two. Don't roll your eyes, I'm not going to start another boring war story." "You don't have to, I remember the pictures you sent. Fuckin' sick picking her out, too, she couldn't have weighed more than thirty kilos." A grimace. "What happened to the rest of them, anyway?" "Ask our good friend Strategos Vashon here." The squat secret police officer looked up from his desk and leaned back in the swivel-chair, picking up a ball of hard indiarubber. "Nursed them back to health, every one we could," he said; the ball flexed under the rhythmic squeezing of his hand. "Most enthusiastic collaborators we've got, particularly in Germany." Alfred nodded. "And Leja was well worth the trouble, to me; six months an' the bounciest wench yo' could want. Saw she had good bones from the start, an' spirit too." He grinned without opening his eyes, as if savoring a memory, a gaunt expression. "Gave her a knife and she went down a row of SS guards we had tied up, slittin' throats. The two I picked up in Copenhagen, Margrethe and Dagmar, they're just nice little bourgeois muffins, pathetically happy to be out of the ruck and terrified of goin' back." "Why not Finns?" Andrew snorted. "Almighty Thor, no! When I want to commit suicide, I'll do it decent, with a pistol." He opened his eyes and extended a finger at Chantal. "Those Finns're most-all like Leja, or her; hearts of fire. Sieu, they call it. Place won't be safe for a decade. You can tell it by the eyes." He waved his cup toward Chantal. "Speakin' of which, look at that one, sister dear. I didn't save her from a gas chamber. Sure yo' want her 'roundabout the place?" The pregnant woman rested her elbows on the arms of the lounger, placed her palms together, tapped fingers, addressed the inmates. "Look at me, wenches." Gray eyes, impassive. Appraising. "My name is Tanya von Shrakenberg," she said. "Yo' will address me as 'Mistress Tanya", we pronounce it 'Mistis.' This is my daughter Gudrun; you will call her 'Young Mistis Gudrun.' I have bought you out of Central Detention." A smile. "It may interest you to know that your price was roughly the same as a record player's; the tort-bond I had to put up was considerable larger, because yo' two're classified as potential trouble-makers." Her head went to one side. "This is a bad place." Freya's truth, and you've probably heard rumors "bout what might happen when you leave; most of them are true. Breaking rock and shoveling rubble in a chain-gang until you died, most likely. Or worse. You've been very lucky indeed; now you're going to be part of the familia rustica on the plantation my family is establishing west of here. Household serfs; interpreters, bookkeepers. Possibly in positions of responsibility, eventually. Well fed and clothed, not punished unless you break my rules. Which are simple and plainly stated, by the way." She pointed at Chantal, turned the hand palm-up, crooked a finger. "Come and kneel here by me, Chantal." The Frenchwoman shuffled forward on hands and knees, wise enough in the Domination's etiquette not to rise without permission. Tanya cupped a hand beneath her chin, forcing the head up. 'I've read your dossier, wench. You were picked up for curfew-breaking by an Order Police lochos; yo then tried to brain the monitor with a piece of pavin'-stone. Why?" A tighter squeeze. “The truth, Chantal, not what you think I want to hear." "He." A pause. "He tried to rape my sister, she's a child, she's only fourteen, Mistis!" The last word was a hiss. Tanya used her grip on the other's chin to wag her head back and forth. "With the result that you were both raped, repeatedly, then beaten bloody and ended up here, rather than in the factory compound where your family was sent." Another pause. "Have you enjoyed it here? Has your sister? From the report, she's simple-minded now: 'post-traumatic shock syndrome.' How do you think she's goin' to do without you to look after her, here in Central Detention?" Marya could see the hands clenched by Chantal's sides, quivering. The Draka's voice continued: "Have you learned anything from this, Chantal? Besides the fact that the Draka are not humanitarians, that is. "Hearken to the voice of experience, wench. Where are we?" "In, in prison, Mistress." "Beyond that." "France, Mistress." The hand shook her head again. "Wrong. We are in the Province of Burgundia, under the Domination; I am at home, you are an immigrant, ignorant of the laws and customs of the land." A smile. "And a serf, who is new to being a serf. I am a serf-owner, born of seven generations of serfowners; consider who will have the advantage of knowing all the tricks, here. "Now, here's what I'll do. I will buy your sister Therese, as well as you. She will have a room, light work; nobody will hurt her, and I'll even tell the overseers that she's hands-off." Chantal jerked and made a muffled sound. "Or, if you wish, I will have you sent back to her cell and pick someone else. Your choice. Shall I send you back, or not? Now, wench." A whisper. "No, Mistress." "Louder. I can't hear you." "No, Mistress, please." Tanya chuckled and leaned closer. "Now, that's what you should have learned from the incident that brought you here: the difference between courage and recklessness. Not at all the same thing. Tell me, Chantal, do you know what in loco parentis means? Yes? Good; you will be in loco parentis for your sister. Only, for you a special rule will be made; when the parent sins, the child is punished. Understand?" She removed the restraining hand, but Chantal did not move. "Yes, Mistress," she said, in a quiet, conversational tone. "Oh, ho, what a look," Tanya said, keeping her eyes locked with Chantal's. "Andrew was right; a heart of fire, this one. Maybe we'll continue this conversation at greater length, someday." She brought up finger and thumb and flicked the other's nose. "Back." Marya let her breath out in a long shudder, only then conscious of holding it, averting her eyes as the other woman crawled back and sank on her heels by the nun's side, panting as if from a sprint. The sight was disquieting; the nun felt a flush of shame rising from breasts to cheeks and bent her head, letting the pale curtain of her hair hide her face and silently cursing the milkpale skin her Slavic ancestors had left her. The war, the Soviet and Nazi occupations, the long flight westward before the Draka had been chaos, random death, hunger, sickness, running through the cold wet squalor of the refugee centers. Soldiers and police, prison and camps she understood; even the Draka occupation had been merely a harsher version. This was not a matter of armies and bureaucracies, however brutal; it was a ritual of submission rawly personal, as much a matter of calm everyday routine to her new owners as eating a meal. Oh, I understand the psychology of it, she thought; hers had been a teaching Order, and a progressive one. It was still something out of the ancient world, come to impossible life around her. Tanya turned to her daughter, stroking her hair. "You've been patient, darlin'; now tell me, what do yo' think of these two." "Well." the child frowned and wrinkled her nose. "They seem sort of, well, uppish. Sort of. um, shouldn't you punish them, mother?" Tanya laughed, and tousled the girl's hair. "Cudrun, sweetlin', school can teach any number of useful things. But handlin' serfs is like." She pursed her lips and tapped one thumb on her chin. "Like dancing; has to be passed on, one practitioner to the next. There's never a set answer, not on an individual scale. What did the Romans call their slaves?" Cudrun's frown relaxed; that was much easier. "Instrumentum vocale, mother. The tool that speaks." "A wise people. But always remember, the tool that speaks is also the tool that thinks, and believes. Watch." She turned her attention back to the two kneeling figures. Fascinated, Marya observed the change sweep over her face; less a matter of expression than of some indefinable shadow behind the eyes, warmth vanishing until frosted silver looked out at her human chattel. "You, yo' were a nun, eh?" "Yes, I am, Mistress." "Were. Now, if 'n I told you to sweep the floor, would you do it?" "Yes, Mistress." "If I gave you Gudrun's knife an' told you to cut Chantal's throat, would you?" There was a silent pause. "The truth, wench: don't try lyin' to me." Marya moistened her lips. "No, Mistress." "Ah." The Draka smiled. "And if I told you to jump out the window?" "No, Mistis." At the Draka's arched brows: "Suicide is a mortal sin." The Draka woman laughed softly. "And if I told you that if you didn't, I'd kill Chantal here?" Marya opened her mouth, hesitated, shook her head. "More difficult, eh?" Tanya chuckled and nodded to her daughter. "Remember this; there is always some order that won't be obeyed. Either don't give it, or be prepared to kill. Human bein's are like horses, born wild but with a capacity fo' domestication. These are old fo' breakin', so it'll be difficult." She turned to the serf-girl with the mandolin. "Yasmin," she continued, writing and tearing a leaf from a pocketnotebook. "Here. There's a Stevenson and deVerre office on the ground level. Take them down and see to them, there's a good wench. Light cuffs, clothin', tell them the basics. We'll come down when yo're finished." Yasmin covered her instrument in a velvet case and pattered over to them, signalling them to rise. Tanya levered herself to her feet and approached also, stopping them for a moment with a lifted finger, paused. "You two are mine now," she continued; neither of the women lifted their eyes from the carpet. "All your choices are gone, except one. Obedience, life. Disobedience, death. That one we can never take from you." Another pause. "But yo've already made it, no?" She shrugged. "I am your fate, then. Yo've decided to spend life under the Yoke; so remember, there's no point kickin' and buckin'. Be good serfs, an' my family will be good masters. Resist, and yo' suffer." CHAPTER TWO. To defeat an enemy, we must understand him. National myths, and their modem equivalent, propaganda, are perhaps inevitable, certainly useful, but they must not be allowed to blind us to objective reality. Take, for example, the belief, common even among some historians, that the Loyalist refugees who settled the then Crown Colony of Drakia in the seventeen eighties had a secret master plan of world conquest already set out. And that a hidden cabal of Draka aristocrats has been implementing it ever since. Nonsense: a transference to the past of present patterns, as ridiculous as a historical novel showing an 18th-century Englishwoman deliberately seeking a suntan. What is the reality? As usual, a process of cultural evolution that combined blind chance with conscious decisions, many of those falling victim to the Law of Unintended Consequences. The leaders of the proto-Draka were migrants from the slave societies of the Caribbean and the American South; but their subjects were not the uprooted, demoralized fragments delivered by the slavers of the Middle Passage. Little is known of the pre-conquest cultures of Africa, the Draka shattered them too thoroughly, but the evidence suggests strong, militarily formidable peoples. Breaking them, and keeping them broken, produced an overwhelmingly warlike culture with a built-in bias towards expansion; the ideologues and philosophers. Carlyle. Gobineau. Nietzsche. Naldorssen. Merely produced an ideology for a society eager to cast off the increasingly alien ethos of liberal rationalism. The Orate aristocracy needed a world-view and belief system which would make them comfortable with what they were, and ordinary social evolution produced it. Such developments cannot be forced: they must spring organically from the human environment. The failed attempt in the eighteen nineties to revive Nordic paganism is an example, producing nothing but a new type of Draka profanity. But the belief system that did arise among the lords of the Domination then took on a life of its own, becoming cause as well as effect. The Mind of the Draka: a Military-Cultural Analysis Monograph delivered by Commodore Aguilar Emaldo, US. Naval War College. Manila. Eleventh Alliance Strategic Studies Conference Subic Bay. DRAKA FORCES BASE NORDKAPPEN JUNE 12, 1947. Oh-two hundred hours. It was very quiet in the screen room of the electro-detection center, quiet, and dark. There was the underlying whir of the fans, click and hum of relays, a low murmur now and then from one of the operators or floor-officers. Most of the stations in the long bunker were switched off and under dust-covers, and the projac map on the north wall was dimmed. The air smelled of tobacco and green concrete and stale coffee and heating-duct, a tired night-watch odor. The controllers bent over the faint green glow of their screens, faces corpsesallow in the cathode-tube light, insectile beneath headsets and eye-filters, motionless except for minute adjustments to the instruments; they were in Citizen Force undress uniform, black trousers and boots and dove-gray shortsleeved shirts. Operator-first Dickson Milhouse leaned back and stretched, sighed and waved his cup in the air to attract the attention of the serf with the refreshment cart; the pedestal chair creaked as he yawned. Nightwatch sent you to sleep with sheer boredom, and when you came right down to it there was nothing very complicated about holding down a screen. Work for the Auxiliaries, really, except that it still had the cachet of high technology and novelty and so was reserved for Citizen personnel. He rubbed his eyes. Nordkappen Base outside was just as boring. Morale Section tried hard, films and sports and amateur theatricals, and there was always the bordello, but there was just nothing to do here at the northern tip of what had once been Norway; they all had assault-rifles clipped to the top rails of the workstations, but that was merely War Zone regulations. There was still guerrilla activity in much of the territory overrun during the Eurasian War, Europe, Russia, eastern China, but here there was no native population at all, since the Lapps were run out. No game animals to speak of, not by African standards; the long summer days were a novelty that soon wore off, and as for winter. He shuddered. The winters here were nothing someone born under the peaks of Mt. Kenia could have believed. Oh, well, you can always sit on a rock and watch the construction work, he thought sourly. This was an important base, watching the shortest greatcircle route connecting western Eurasia and North America, and tensions were already high between the Domination and the Yankee-run Alliance for Democracy. Dirigibles over the Pole, submarines under the ice, round the clock work here, everything from barracks and mess halls to industrial-size fuel cells and electrodetector towers; many of the installations were burn before reading secret. His eyes fell back on the glowing green surface. He blinked, glanced away and back. Equipment malfunction? No, too definite. Suddenly he was no longer tired, nor bored at all. His finger flicked a relay, and the amber light clicked on above his workstation. "Let me see it." The floor-officer leaned over him, her fingers tapping the key-pad beside the screen. "Bring it up, two." A pause. "And again, two." Her thumb punched down on the red button. An alarm klaxon began to wail. "Definitely a bogey," the floor-officer said. Merarch Labushange grunted in reply, hitching at the uniform trousers that were all he had had time to don; sweat glistened in the tangled hair of his chest, amid several purple bite-marks. He was a short man for a Draka, uglyhandsome in the Mediterranean style, black curly hair, blue jowls, body the shape of a brick and thick arms and legs knotted with muscle. "Estimate height and speed," he grunted, rubbing at red-rimmed eyes. The operator hid a smile behind a cough as he worked the calculator; the commander's new German wench was supposed to be costing him sleep. The results clicking up drove camp gossip from his mind. "Estimate. Estimate Mach 2.2 at 36,000 meters, Merarch." There was a rustle from the other stations, a turning cut short by the floorofficer's glare. Silence, until the operator began another check of the console. "Forget it," the Merarch said. "It's genuine." "But sir, Mach 2?" the operator said, a cold feeling seeping up from his gut. The Domination had flown its first supersonic jet only a few months ago, and this was nearly half again as fast. "The Fritz got manned rocket-planes to well over Mach 1, just before the end," the commander said absently, lost in thought. Of course, those had been one-off experiments, air-launched from bombers and not capable of more than a few minutes of powered flight, but. "The Yankees must have been workin' hard, produced a surprise. Afterwards they can claim it was a glitch in our equipment, or little green men from Mars." He grinned like a shark. "Trouble is, we have some surprises too, an' they can scarcely object to our usin' 'em, on somethin' that don't officially exist." He glanced around the dim-lit room, and his smile widened. "Of course, it could be headed this way with an atomic." He strode briskly to the commander's dais, sank into the chair and keyed the communicator. "Alert, codes Timbuktoo, Asmara, Zebra. Get me." Echoing, thundering, the darkness of the B-30's cargo pod shook around Captain Fred Kustaa, toning through muscle and bone with subsonic disharmonies. He was strapped almost flat in the crash-couch, imprisoned in the pressure-suit and helmet, packed about with gel-filled bags to absorb the bruising punishment of the experimental craft's passage through the upper atmosphere. Outside the titanium-alloy skin would be glowing, the edges of the huge square ramjet intakes turning cherry-red as air compressed toward the density of steel. It was the helpless feeling that was hardest to take, he decided, not the physical danger. He had been a combat soldier in the Pacific before he transferred to the OSS in forty-four, and God knew liaison work with the Draka in Europe in the last year of the War had been no picnic, but this. Experimental, he thought. Everything's too fucking experimental for my taste. Donovan should have tried the submarines first. Hell, Murmansk wasn't more than a few weeks on foot through the forest to Finland, although it would be a bit difficult to carry the contents of the cargo pod on his back. The aircraft lurched and banked, and his stomach surged again; he concentrated on dragging in another breath through the rubber-tasting facemask. Vomiting inside it would be highly unpleasant and possibly fatal. About as maneuverable as a locomotive, had been the test-pilot's words; too little was known about airflow at these speeds. Kustaa did not understand the B-30, he would not have been risked over enemy territory if he did, but even just looking at it from the outside was enough to know it was leadingedge work. It didn't even look like an airplane, it looked like a flattened dart pasted on top of two rectangular boxes. "Merde." The pilot's voice, Emile Chretien; Kustaa recognized the thick Quebec-French accent. He spoke a little of the patois himself, there were plenty of habitants scattered among the Finnish-Americans of his home in the Upper Peninsula. "Electrodetection, high-powered scanners." Kustaa winced. Well, that had been one reason for this mission, to find out for sure just how good the Domination's new Northern Lights Chain was. The dark pressed against his eyes, and he used it to paint maps; their course from the Greenland base, over the Arctic toward darkened Europe. His imagination refused to stop, and he saw more; saw the alert going out below, to bases in Sweden and Norway, alarm-klaxons ringing out over concrete and barracks, flight-suited pilots scrambling to their stations. The blue flare of jets lighting the predawn as the stubby delta shapes of the Draka Sharkclass fighters rolled onto the launch paths. The B-30 was supposed to be immune to interception; the Domination had the physical plant of the German ramjet research projects, but the U.S. had managed to smuggle out most of the actual scientists and the crucial liquidhydrogen results. The aircraft lurched again, shook as if the wings were going to peel away at the roots, stooped. One of the Pacific Aircraft researchers had said something about eventually flying right into outer space if they could lick the problem of combustion in a supersonic airstream; damned long-hairs had no sense of need-to-know, shouldn't have been talking like that in a canteen. "Tabernac'! Another ray guidance beam, something's coming up after us!" Of course, he reminded himself, the U.S. hadn't gotten all the German scientists; some had stayed, captives or those who had taken the Domination's offer of Citizen status for themselves and their immediate families. And the Draka army's Technical Section had good ideas too, sometimes; it was propaganda that they stole all their inventions. "Positive detection. fille d' un putain, three of them; not manned, not at those speeds. They're closing on us, they must be riding the beam. Hold on, Captain, I'm dropping chaff and taking evasive action." You mean this battering about wasn't evasive action? Kustaa thought plaintively. This was as bad as going down the tunnels after the Nips, back on Sumatra in forty three, pushing the flamethrower ahead into the cramped mudsmelling blackness. Japanese, Captain, Japanese, he reminded himself. Part of the Alliance for Democracy now, they'd be associate signatories to the Rio Pact as soon as Halleck and the Army of Occupation got through restructuring. Couldn't call the little yellow bastards monkey-men anymore. His mind skipped, nerves jumping in obedience to a fight-flight reflex that was pumping him full of adrenaline. And all I can do is sweat, he thought wryly. He could feel it trickling down his flanks, smell the rankness and taste salt on his upper lip. Think, he commanded himself. You're not an animal driven by instinct, think. Unmanned antiaircraft missiles, a typical Draka brute-force solution. Crude engines would be enough, if they were intended to burn out after a single use. The U.S., he corrected himself mentally, the Alliance, didn't have guidance systems small and rugged enough for a missile like that, although they would soon, so the Domination wouldn't either; they were years behind in electronics. But they could put the tracking and electro detection on the ground, just a passive receptor-steering system on the missile itself, that and a big simple two-stage drive and a warhead. Christ have mercy, I hope it isn't an atomic, he thought. Probably not, they were still rare and mostly reserved for strategic use, but the Draka would be willing to explode one over a populated area. Populated by serfs, that is. Jets and atomic bombs built by slaves, he thought. Insane. The Domination was madness come to earth; he shivered, remembering his liaison-work with the Draka army, during the misbegotten period of joint action against Hitler. Gray faces of the Belgian farmers as they prepared to drive their tractors out over the minefields. And the sick wet noises of the one who had refused, seated on an impaling-stake cut out of the little forest; his feet had scuffed around and around as he tried to rise off the rough wood sunk a foot deep into his gut, and blood and shit dribbled down the bark. Some of the Draka dug in at the treeline had laughed, at him or at the explosions and screams in the plowed field ahead. The B-30 went thump, absurdly like an autosteamer going over a bump at speed, and the sensation was repeated. That would be the strips of foil being ejected, hopefully to baffle the Draka electrodetectors. Acceleration slammed him down and to the side; they were climbing and banking, and metal groaned around him as the big aircraft was stressed to ten-tenths of its capacity. "Still locked on. Merde, Coming up on target. Prepare for ejection. Captain." The pilot's voice was full of a tense calm; Air Force tradition, cando, wild blue yonder. His heart lurched, and his mind refused to believe the time had gone so fast, so fast; it was like the wait between boarding the landing-craft and the moment the ramp went down on the beach. Kustaa wished he could spit out the gummy saliva filling his mouth, as he had running waist-deep through the surf in a landing-zone. Some men did that, some were silent and some shrieked wordlessly, a few shouted the traditional gung-ho and a surprising number pissed their pants or shat themselves; you never saw that in the papers, but only a recruit was surprised at it. Damn, start out a Gyrene and end up a paratrooper, he thought. "Acknowledged." His circuit was locked open, had to be with his hands strapped down, but there was no point in distracting Emile. "Ten seconds from. Mark." There was no point in bracing himself, the harness was as like a womb as the technicians could make it. Nine, he counted to himself. He had married in forty one, right after the Nips had attacked Hawaii; they had planned to wait until he finished the engineering course, but being a Marine private was a high-risk occupation. Aino had spent the war years in San Diego working in a shipyard. They had bought one of the new suburban ranch-style bungalows that started springing up around L.A. right after the Armistice. Eight. The sweating dreams had been bad, waking screaming as the bunker door opened and the calcinated body of the Japanese soldier dropped out onto him, knocking him down in an obscene embrace with their faces an inch apart; Aino had held him and asked no questions, even when it woke little Maila. Seven. She hadn't wanted him to continue with the OSS, especially not when it meant moving back East to New York; the capital was no place to raise a family. She had seen to the sale of the home where she had expected to live the rest of her life, doggedly settled into the Long Island brownstone, entertained his co-workers on awkward evenings when nobody could talk shop and long silences fell. Six. They had been out to a movie, a Civil-War epic called President Douglas; the newsreel had been a political piece, film of a serf-auction in Archona. The usual sensational stuff lifted from the Domination's news services, no routine shots of black factory-hands here, ABS-Path way knew their audience found injustice more titillating spiced with sex and inflicted on white people. A showing of high-cost European concubines in heels and jewelry and nothing else, parading down an elevated walkway; the American film-editors had inserted black rectangles to keep the Catholic Decency League happy. The shabby refugee beside her had stood and begun screaming, pointing at the screen. "Mein Gott, Christina, Christina!" Still screaming, climbing over the seats with clawed hands outstretched towards the smiling blond image standing hand-on-hip. He was screaming as the attendants carried him away. Five. Kustaa's wife had not objected to his volunteering for secret duty after that. He dreamed of the bunker less, now; but sometimes it was the refugee who stumbled through the steel-plate door in the nightmare, and the face was his own. Four. It was not getting agents into Europe that was the trouble, it was moving them around, harder each month as more and more of the population vanished into pens and compounds. The Domination had leaned on its "allies" to reveal their Resistance contacts during the War, and had been politely refused. Some of the networks still survived, incredibly, but they were useful mostly for small stuff, escape-conduits and microfilm. Virtually impossible to move in equipment, except a few microscopic loads by submarine on wilderness coasts. Three. His tongue touched the false tooth at the back of his mouth; melodrama, bad Hollywood, but he knew too much. It was lousy tradecraft, sending him in multiply tasked. There were too many contact-names and dates and codes in his head, but what was the alternative? Besides, they needed a survey, an overview of what was going on. If only they could get deep-cover agents into the Security Directorate! It was easy enough to slip in agents posing as Europeans or Chinese, it would be years before a billion individuals could be necked and registered, but every Citizen's identity was established from birth and there were only forty million of them. Two. Of course, the Draka had probably slipped hundreds through with the vast flood of refugees that had poured across the English channel in the last days of the War, when the Domination's armies were driving for the Atlantic. More would come through with every boatload of escapees, probably many sleepers under deep cover, it was long-term planning and the Draka thought that way, but what could you do? One. He had seen his daughter take her first steps on his last leave; Aino had looked up, and as their eyes met, Impact. Blackness. A yell of satisfaction filled the electrodetection center of Nordkappen Base. The third missile's trajectory intersected the American aircraft's flightpath, and the sound rose to a howl; fell away to a disgusted mutter as it winked out and the blip of the intruder re-emerged. Merarch Labushange ground out another half-smoked cigarette; an attendant had brought his shirt and tunic, but the rims of his eyes were still a bloodshot red. He rose in disgust, then checked. "Wait a minute," he muttered. Then: "Cross-patch on that; increase resolution." He leaned forward to watch one screen, then another; swiveled to view a third that received its input from an automatic station in the mountains to the south. "She's shedding something," he said quietly. "Increase resolution again, maximum. Look!" His finger stabbed out. Half a dozen traces were spreading out from the veering curve of the American aircraft. Smaller, much smaller, curving and falling. "Is she breaking up?" the floor officer said hopefully, cradling her coffeecup. Labushange shook his head. "At that speed? It'd be over by now. Lose aerodynamic stability at Mach 2 and you'd be metallic confetti; she's maintaining velocity. Increasin', if anything; and turning north." His head turned to the nearest operator with a gun-turret precision. "Give me a ballistic trajectory on that debris, unguided." The operator frowned, adjusting and calculating; his fingers danced over the controls while his eyes stayed fixed on the hooded green glow of the screen. "Faint, almost as if they were non-metallic. Hum, if'n they don't change direction after they drop below our detection horizon, central Finland, sir." "So, so, oh, clever little Yankees; force us to show our best defenses, get back with the data, 'n drop good things to the worst troublespot in Europe." Labushange closed his eyes and rose on the balls of his feet, biting his lower lip in thought. Then the orders came, spoken with a triphammer beat. "Get me a teleprinter patch; East Baltic H Q, Riga. Route it though to Europe Command in Marseille, and to Castle Tarleton. Copies to Security liaison, all along. Then." Kustaa was unconscious as the pod fell, the flexing snap of deceleration striking like a horse's hoof. It needed no guidance, a ton-weight egg of soft curves and dull, nonreflective coating that would make any but the most sophisticated electrodetector underestimate its size. Plummeting, tumbling, then turning to present its broadest end to the earth as wei

Rahan. The son of the fierce ages. Episode Sixty-Nine. By Roger Lecureux, drawn by Andre Cheret. The weapon of terror. The men who had chased him reappeared between the charred trees and the son of Crao resumed his course. The charred branches cracked under his feet and with each stride he raised a cloud of charred dust. Oh. Perhaps these caves lead to the other side of the hills? The fugitive had a choice, since six caves were available to him! As he rushed towards the one that seemed the largest, a clamor of fear rose behind him. Page Two. And He noticed that his pursuers stood still, as if stunned by a sacrilegious act! Perhaps this cave is sacred to them? In this case, Rahan will be safe from their spears! The clan, intoning a funeral chant, in fact withdrew. The sentences carried by the wind which reached Rahan announced "The imminent death of the hunter with the hair of fire." Strange! They announce the death of Rahan and seem to deplore it! The cave was, in fact, quite small and had no other exit than the entrance. A lava flow had once been stopped by these hills and the cracks in the ground were full of sand the color of "Fruits of the Sun". A white powder fell from the crumbly walls, mixing with the black dust carried by the wind. Hum! Rahan was not the only one to seek refuge here! Page Three. As night fell, the son of Crao heard the rumble of a "Gorak" He is very close! He approaches! The “Gorak” goes wild when we confront him. But his fury falls before a lifeless prey! Lying on his back, Rahan held his breath when the saber-toothed tiger appeared. But his hand tightened firmly on the ivory knife. The big beast approached and smelled the man. When his instinct told him that the life inhabited this body, it was too late for him! Ra-ha-ha! For a moment Rahan thought he had been cowardly. No! In front of a "Gorak" cunning is not cowardly! But more will come if Rahan does not light a fire. Page Four. At the entrance to the cave he cut some dead branches. His fire, he knew, would keep the wild animals away. He had discovered flints on the powdery ground. He made a spark emerge. And it was terrifying! With a sound like an angry volcano the cave seemed to burst! The breath of this fantastic explosion threw the son of fierce ages thirty steps away! Baroom! Page Five. “Hair-of-fire” is still alive! Thick smoke was still escaping from the cave when hunters discovered him. His sacrilege nevertheless deserved death! The shock was so violent that Rahan did not regain consciousness until daybreak. Men surrounded him. We were not pursuing you yesterday. We wanted to tell you how dangerous it is to approach the “thundering caves”! You should not have run away from us "Hair of Fire." Rahan does not understand. He only struck the “Star-Throwing Stones.” And. It was enough to unleash the wrath of the cave! Taiwa, the leader of this clan, related how, one night, his brother had been torn to pieces in another cave. The unfortunate man believed that the light of his torch would chase away evil spirits! Page Six. And yet Arrix had warned him. We never challenge these evil spirits with impunity! "Hair of Fire" should be punished for arousing their anger! Rahan does not believe in "Evil spirits"! Taiwa's brother had a torch to enter the cave. And Rahan made a spark. It is the fire that makes the caves thunder! Rahan will discover why! He will prove to Arrix the sorcerer that evil spirits do not exist! Nothing could have stopped the son of Crao from returning to the mysterious caves. Arrix still spoke of "Sacrilege", but the hunters admired his courage when he entered the one where he had almost died. Of the great charred "Gorak", only a few bones and ashes remained. The smoke and flames had blackened the walls. Page Seven. And Rahan noticed a strange thing. The lava floor was now bare. The flows of yellow sand, the layer of black dust and white powder had disappeared! The “dust of the cave” has burned. And maybe that was the one who thundered!? In these wild times, such an assumption defied understanding. But the son of Crao knew nature was capable of very strange things! An instant later he entered another cave. Here, the yellow streams were numerous, the trails of coal dust were wide. The layer of white powder was thick. Rahan could not know that it was sulfur, and saltpeter. Worried cries erupted when he appeared with the small piles of powder. Hair of Fire provokes the evil spirits. Fear nothing! Rahan thinks it is one of those powders that "Thunders." He wants to know which one! Page Eight. A little later. Stay where you are. Rahan will join you! The son of fierce ages lit fine lines buried in the three powders. And ran towards the hunters. Arrix will know that the “Thundering Caves” are not haunted by “Evil Spirits”! Everyone held their breath. The little flames gnawed at the vines, approaching the small piles. They reached the black powder, then the white, then the yellow. And nothing happened! “Hair of Fire” wants to deceive our clan! Kill him immediately! Arrix-the-witch had triumphed and the hunters stared at the son of Crao with anger. Page Nine. But he did not resign himself so quickly to failure. Wait! The powders may only “Thunder” when mixed! He made a pile of the three powders and lit the vine. Again there was silence. And pointed looks. And suddenly. Ka-Boom! A muffled noise resounded as a high flame rose, which went out almost immediately. The powder had disappeared. Does Arrix still believe in “Evil Spirits”? Rahan was right to believe in the power of powders! That flame had nothing to compare with those of the caves! The caves thunder in such a terrifying way, because the powders are there in large quantities and because they are trapped in there! Rahan will prove it to you! Page Ten. The son of Crao had had a new experience that day. In this bamboo, the three powders should make a loud "Thunder"! Oh! As he had almost spilled the powder, he decided to block the bamboo with a plug of clay. Attention, stay away! This time the explosion was so strong that, although he moved away, he was thrown to the ground by the blast. Ka-boom! Rahan has discovered a wonderful and terrible secret! The “Two-toothed” themselves would flee before these “bamboos that Thunder”! This demonstration definitely chipped away at the authority of Arrix-the-sorcerer. And it was more so in the days that followed. Page Eleven. The son of ages tried new blends. More white powder and less yellow increased the power of the “Thundering Bamboos” “Hair-of-Fire” will soon have more influence over the clan than you do, Taiwa. Since we know the secret of the powders, you should chase him away! Unaware of the sorcerer's intrigues, Rahan continuously experimented with the "bamboos that thunder”. Let us see their effect in the river, brothers! Hum! The water extinguishes the vine! We should protect the embers for a moment. Just a little moment. That morning he imagined a cover to protect the fuse of the explosive. And the result was astonishing. Page Twelve. A spray rose and dozens of fish came floating to the surface. When game becomes scarce, the river will feed the clan! A dull rumble in the mountain, suddenly interrupted the "Fishing." An avalanche! Quickly Rahan, To the big cave! There always the clan takes refuge! Large rocks were moving down the slope, dragging others down in their fall, creating a torrent of granite. And the avalanche stopped as suddenly as it had begun. We will never see ours again! Beyond the deserted village, the entrance to the large cavern was blocked by huge rocks. Taiwa. Arrix. Our women, Our children. All will die in the belly of the mountain! Page thirteen. No! The “Bamboos that Thunder” will save them! In the black gap of an interstice he threw some “Bamboos.” Then he plunged the torch into it. Run away! Flee! Baroom! He had barely rejoined his companions when the explosion shook the landslide. Rocks were still crumbling. But a breach had been made A gateway to life! Taiwa and Arrix appeared first. Then the hunters. Then the women and children. The night that followed was a night of celebration. But it was disturbed by a harangue from Arrix. Do not forget, my brothers, that the “Thundering Bamboos” give us “Almighty power”! Page Fourteen. We will be able, thanks to them, to decimate those of the Green Valley and seize their territory, which is so full of game! Arrix is more disgusting than a monster! Thundering Powder" should not be used against "Those Who Walk Upright"! The sorcerer roared. Your tongue chatters too much "Hair of Fire"! Our young warriors will snatch it from you! As an eddy stirred in the hunters, the son of Crao jumped towards the fire, a "Thundering Bamboo" in his hand. Rahan awaits your young warriors, Arrix! Calm returned, but Rahan had a premonition that the ignoble idea of Arrix would permeate into their primitive minds. Rahan had simply wanted to discover the secret of the powders. Page Fifteen. But he does not want their terrifying power to be used against men! Obsessed by his thoughts, he could not sleep. He observed the sleeping village. The hut of Taiwa, and that of the sorcerer. And suddenly. Ooh! Arrix is not sleeping either. But what is he afraid of? Casting worried glances around him, the wizard crawled out of his hut. And the son of fierce ages saw him heading towards the lava flow. Towards the “Thundering Caves”! A moment later he surprised the trickster filling a “Bamboo” with powder. He saw many other "Thundering Bamboos", no doubt prepared the previous nights. Arrix has not abandoned his criminal ideas! Page Sixteen. With these “Sticks” Arrix will impose his law! Taiwa will have to obey him! We will annihilate those of the Green Valley! Blinded by the jet of powder, Rahan backed away. He fell against a stone and lost his balance. Ha-ha-ha! The “Territory of Shadows” awaits you, “Firehair”! Between his powder-covered eyelashes, the son of Crao caught a glimpse of the sorcerer brandishing his spear. His hand instinctively closed around a large flint. Arrix jumped back to avoid the projectile. And. As a fantastic explosion shook the cave, the silhouette of his disjointed body was silhouetted against the dazzling light. Page Seventeen. Other explosions followed. Those of the “Bamboos-that-thunder” accumulated by the sorcerer. Why did Rahan make the cave thunder?! Rahan recounted what he had just seen, what he had just done. The stone-that-throws-stars missed Arrix, but it must have hit the wall to make a spark. So, this cheat prepared “Thundering Bamboos.” Unbeknownst to the clan! And he wanted to lead your people into war! The son of fierce ages was serious. Rahan should not have discovered the secret of the caves! The powder gives too much power to those who have bad thoughts! He looked at the caves. The one where the sorcerer had just died, and which was still smoking. The one where Taiwa's brother had been torn to pieces. The one where he himself had almost died. These three were forever harmless. Page Eighteen. But there were still the others! What are you doing? Rahan rushed towards the village where the fire was still burning. He soon appeared again, with three torches. No one knows if your people, or other hunters, will not one day give in to bad thoughts! But Rahan will not give them the means to decimate themselves! The torch flew towards the giant mouth of a cave. The explosion was still shaking the hill when he threw the other torches into the last two caves. All the powder will burn! The caves will never thunder again, brothers! The explosions. Flames. Smoke. The son of fierce ages seemed to have emerged from an inferno. But this “Devil” only proclaimed words of peace, this precious good of “Those-who-walk-upright,” men. Index: https://rumble.com/v3486cm-rahan-index-of-episodes-by-roger-lecureux..html