A Son of the Ages: The Reincarnations and Adventures of Scar, the Link: A Story of Man From the BeginningWaterloo, Stanley
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A Son of the Ages: The Reincarnations and Adventures of Scar, the Link: A Story of Man From the Beginning
Waterloo, Stanley
Prehistoric peoples -- Fiction; Science fiction
The clan had gone half mad with triumph and excitement. Every boat
was seized upon, and those who did not possess one swam out, knife or
stone axe in teeth, and the body of the whale was attacked by scores
upon the side which lay nearest the village. It was a monstrous and
welcome prize and there would be much immediate feasting, for whale
meat was a fine thing, and there would be blubber for all. The candles
of dried beech splinters stuck into the shell filled with oil would
burn merrily in every hut. There would be bone for an hundred uses, and
it was no wonder that all were boisterously happy. As for me, I hurried
Freya to my own hut and left her there, for it was necessary that
we, too, should have our share of the great booty at hand. Time and
again I filled my boat with blubber and skin which I cut away from the
tremendous carcass, so working until nightfall, when I had a towering
mass of it heaped up beside the hut by my helpful Freya, to be better
disposed of when the whale had been entirely stripped. We ate, and then
the danger which threatened us came sharply to my mind again. I would
see old Rolf, chief of the clan, so far as we recognized a chief, and
to his hut I straightway went.
Not a man of great strength or courage above others was old Rolf, but
he was friendly to me as I have told, and wise in his way and very
crafty. I doubted, though, if he would be of much active aid to me in
my strait on this occasion. He received my story as I thought he would.
Very grave became the old man’s face when I had told him what I had
done and what I feared might follow. He thought a little, and, even as
he was thus considering there came hurrying to the door of the hut,
directed by some of the clan, two runners from the advancing force of
Horsen, who demanded that they might talk with him at once.
Very brief was the speech of the runners. Horsen had told them that his
daughter had been stolen by one of our clan, and that when his band
reached our village on its journey the daughter must be returned and
the man who had taken her given over for punishment. Otherwise, the
approaching clan would take the man and woman by force.
The action of old Rolf was better and shrewder now than I had hoped
for. He knew nothing of the matter, he said. If such a thing had
happened, surely the man and woman would be given up, for such stealing
of women was a thing prohibited between the clans. He must first
know, however, if the outrage had really been done. He would make all
inquiries, and would act as was right when the clan of Horsen appeared.
Meanwhile, when they came there must be a feast of the two peoples
together. The runners went away.
Turning to me then old Rolf made short comment:
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