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And the second thing was, I wanted to be wearing spandex pants, and a
road jersey, and my Padres hat, and be back on my bike again, and out of
here!
Sure, it was a long way back to Kamamakama, but I wasn't some
ordinary shlub anymore, was I? High overhead, bat-birds floated aimlessly
on wind currents. Their riders, probably creations of Atoris the Evil, had
perished, but these things lived, because they were real. Holding up an
entire hand this time, I drew one of them down slowly. The beastie even let
me pet it, which impressed Kimbal and the women no end.
"Don't tell me," the kid said. "You intend to ride this back to
Kamamakama."
"Right on, pal."
"If you don't mind, Chatana and I will go with you. We must let our
people know what has happened."
The scores of women had already begun taking charge of their destiny.
They would leave this place in four large groups on the way back to their
various homelands, where they would resume their lives. Most had only
been away a couple of years or less, Atoris preferring them young and
fresh. I didn't even want to think about what he'd done over two decades
with those who had grown too old. Once again the women thanked me
profusely (I liked that!), and I climbed atop the bat-bird with Chatana and
Kimbal.
Let me tell you, it was one hell of a ride! The bat-bird was a docile
creature and responded well to the reins. We dove low over the fields of
the hooded people, then down to Rovwik's village on the other side of the
mountains, shouting the good news, although these people had already
figured it out, being in bright sunlight. Beyond there, we gave the bat-bird
its head and were soon over what had once been the dreaded edge of
Areelkrokka.
But the sun was going down, and the day had worn us out; you can
imagine. So we stopped to rest, and I tethered the bat-bird.
Kimbal and Chatana were glad to be together again; really glad. After
dinner I turned in some distance away, although in the quiet of the night I
was still within earshot. It was sort of fun listening to them.
Sort of.
The next morning, as the apricot sun peeked over the horizon, we were
on our way again. We spread the word to every village we passed; scared
the hell out of everyone as we swooped down, but then, what could we do?
It wasn't like we were in the Goodyear blimp or something, with graphics
on the side. Anyway, the people were pretty happy, once they knew. This
was especially true in Gwonnis, where the leaders begged us to come down
and be feted like heroes. (Uh, leave the creature out of town somewhere,
why don't you?) We respectfully declined.
Deciding to let the rest of the Selwok Valley find out by word of mouth,
we sped directly to Kamamakama. After so recent an attack, these folks
were ready to kick some ass. Fortunately they spotted the smiling Chatana
and Kimbal while we were still in the air, and restrained themselves. You
can imagine what kind of nifty reunion followed, once we were down. Even
Manny, Moe, and Jack took time from their busy schedules to greet us.
Okay, I could have hung out there a couple of more days, and this time
I would've been treated like a god, or at the very least, a king. But I was
firm on leaving, and that was that. I said my good-byes all around, taking
a few seconds longer with Wistilla, Kimbal's mother. She almost
convinced me to stay, but&
So for the last time, I rode with Chatana and Kimbal. It took all of a few
minutes to reach the cave in the foothills, where the Nishiki was hidden,
on the back of the bat-bird. Their plan had been to release the creature,
once this was done. But it had grown fond of Chatana and was like a big,
affectionate (ugly) puppy, so they decided to keep it. I convinced them
that they could revolutionize travel all over Murlug, become captains of
transportation, and they got off on that. Kimbal especially liked the idea of
being able to visit the Great Ocean to the west, meet the brave people of
Del Mar and see them depress the roaring water tongues.
While I was changing inside the cave, Chatana and Kimbal cleared the
worst debris off a steep slope, as I had instructed. I could've used the
bat-bird to put me on top, but this was my last few minutes with the pair,
so we walked up. Chatana gawked at my weird clothes, and the bike. I
didn't say anything about it, but now that they'd been exposed to the
wheel, it was possible the enterprising pair could really corner the market
for getting around both on land and in the air. It might be fun to come
back in a few years and see what happened.
As we neared the top of the slope, Kimbal whispered something to
Chatana. Together they dropped to one knee and bowed their heads. Jeez,
not this again!
"Kimbal, I thought we already went through "
He silenced me with a wave of his hand. "We know you're not a god,
Jack, but what you've done for Murlug is befitting of a god, and we wanted
to honor you accordingly." They stood.
"All of Murlug will know your name," Chatana added, "and sing your
praises."
Hey, wouldn't that be nifty to come back to!
We were at the top. I pumped Kimbal's hand, hugged Chatana for a few
seconds (God, that lucky kid!), then started down, building speed rapidly.
Fully aware that I would be adding to the legend of the wonderful visitor
from Del Mar who destroyed Atoris the Evil, I shifted into the Vurdabrok
Gear and left them gaping at the empty hillside. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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And the second thing was, I wanted to be wearing spandex pants, and a
road jersey, and my Padres hat, and be back on my bike again, and out of
here!
Sure, it was a long way back to Kamamakama, but I wasn't some
ordinary shlub anymore, was I? High overhead, bat-birds floated aimlessly
on wind currents. Their riders, probably creations of Atoris the Evil, had
perished, but these things lived, because they were real. Holding up an
entire hand this time, I drew one of them down slowly. The beastie even let
me pet it, which impressed Kimbal and the women no end.
"Don't tell me," the kid said. "You intend to ride this back to
Kamamakama."
"Right on, pal."
"If you don't mind, Chatana and I will go with you. We must let our
people know what has happened."
The scores of women had already begun taking charge of their destiny.
They would leave this place in four large groups on the way back to their
various homelands, where they would resume their lives. Most had only
been away a couple of years or less, Atoris preferring them young and
fresh. I didn't even want to think about what he'd done over two decades
with those who had grown too old. Once again the women thanked me
profusely (I liked that!), and I climbed atop the bat-bird with Chatana and
Kimbal.
Let me tell you, it was one hell of a ride! The bat-bird was a docile
creature and responded well to the reins. We dove low over the fields of
the hooded people, then down to Rovwik's village on the other side of the
mountains, shouting the good news, although these people had already
figured it out, being in bright sunlight. Beyond there, we gave the bat-bird
its head and were soon over what had once been the dreaded edge of
Areelkrokka.
But the sun was going down, and the day had worn us out; you can
imagine. So we stopped to rest, and I tethered the bat-bird.
Kimbal and Chatana were glad to be together again; really glad. After
dinner I turned in some distance away, although in the quiet of the night I
was still within earshot. It was sort of fun listening to them.
Sort of.
The next morning, as the apricot sun peeked over the horizon, we were
on our way again. We spread the word to every village we passed; scared
the hell out of everyone as we swooped down, but then, what could we do?
It wasn't like we were in the Goodyear blimp or something, with graphics
on the side. Anyway, the people were pretty happy, once they knew. This
was especially true in Gwonnis, where the leaders begged us to come down
and be feted like heroes. (Uh, leave the creature out of town somewhere,
why don't you?) We respectfully declined.
Deciding to let the rest of the Selwok Valley find out by word of mouth,
we sped directly to Kamamakama. After so recent an attack, these folks
were ready to kick some ass. Fortunately they spotted the smiling Chatana
and Kimbal while we were still in the air, and restrained themselves. You
can imagine what kind of nifty reunion followed, once we were down. Even
Manny, Moe, and Jack took time from their busy schedules to greet us.
Okay, I could have hung out there a couple of more days, and this time
I would've been treated like a god, or at the very least, a king. But I was
firm on leaving, and that was that. I said my good-byes all around, taking
a few seconds longer with Wistilla, Kimbal's mother. She almost
convinced me to stay, but&
So for the last time, I rode with Chatana and Kimbal. It took all of a few
minutes to reach the cave in the foothills, where the Nishiki was hidden,
on the back of the bat-bird. Their plan had been to release the creature,
once this was done. But it had grown fond of Chatana and was like a big,
affectionate (ugly) puppy, so they decided to keep it. I convinced them
that they could revolutionize travel all over Murlug, become captains of
transportation, and they got off on that. Kimbal especially liked the idea of
being able to visit the Great Ocean to the west, meet the brave people of
Del Mar and see them depress the roaring water tongues.
While I was changing inside the cave, Chatana and Kimbal cleared the
worst debris off a steep slope, as I had instructed. I could've used the
bat-bird to put me on top, but this was my last few minutes with the pair,
so we walked up. Chatana gawked at my weird clothes, and the bike. I
didn't say anything about it, but now that they'd been exposed to the
wheel, it was possible the enterprising pair could really corner the market
for getting around both on land and in the air. It might be fun to come
back in a few years and see what happened.
As we neared the top of the slope, Kimbal whispered something to
Chatana. Together they dropped to one knee and bowed their heads. Jeez,
not this again!
"Kimbal, I thought we already went through "
He silenced me with a wave of his hand. "We know you're not a god,
Jack, but what you've done for Murlug is befitting of a god, and we wanted
to honor you accordingly." They stood.
"All of Murlug will know your name," Chatana added, "and sing your
praises."
Hey, wouldn't that be nifty to come back to!
We were at the top. I pumped Kimbal's hand, hugged Chatana for a few
seconds (God, that lucky kid!), then started down, building speed rapidly.
Fully aware that I would be adding to the legend of the wonderful visitor
from Del Mar who destroyed Atoris the Evil, I shifted into the Vurdabrok
Gear and left them gaping at the empty hillside. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]