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
“We will not give you up if we can help it; you are too great a hunter
and fisherman to lose. But you must hide away in some of the many deep
thickets of the marsh to the southwest, near where is the blasted pine
upon the little island there. I will send a runner to you to-morrow to
tell you of what has happened.”
I bowed my head. Evidently there was nothing else to do. It was,
anyhow, better than I had feared. That night Freya and I fled to the
distant little island in the marsh. I thought but slightly of it as a
refuge.
We took food and warm cloaks with us to the marsh and were not
uncomfortable, but I was in fear of our discovery, and much I planned.
Then came the promised runner in the afternoon, a man named Stor,
who was my friend. Horsen, he said, had grumblingly accepted the
invitation to the feast old Rolf had offered, because his people
were eager for the whale meat, but a serious thing had happened.
I had been betrayed by some enemy and it was known to Horsen that
Freya had indeed been taken away by one of our clan, who, as old Rolf
explained propitiatingly, had fled in the night to some unknown place
and could not be produced. Why, he added, should this be the cause of
trouble between the clans? He, himself, with the men of his people,
would assist in the hunt for the fugitive and in the rescue of the
daughter. Yet this, Stor said, did not satisfy the vengeful Horsen. He
had demanded that his men search every hut in our village, which had
been consented to readily enough, but which search, of course, had no
result. The immediate region round about had been explored as well,
with equal barrenness of issue, and Horsen was in a rage. Even to the
feast the men of either clan were going armed. After that the country
would be scoured and, Stor thought, there could be no escape for us. I
knew that he was right. I thought much upon it, and a great plan came
to me!
That night Freya and I returned to a place near the village and, making
no sound, crept into our own hut at midnight. A storm was brewing, as
I had foreseen in the afternoon. I had two boats, one much larger than
the other. I crept out in the darkness and found them and brought them
together to my hut. Such was the difference in size that I could put
the smaller one within the other, and this I did.
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