Nobs and I followed to the summit of the pass, and there we saw the
party defiling into the Galu country, the level of which was not, on an
average, over fifty feet below the summit of the cliffs and about a
hundred and fifty feet above the adjacent Kro-lu domain. Immediately
the landscape changed. The trees, the flowers and the shrubs were of a
hardier type, and I realized that at night the Galu blanket might be
almost a necessity. Acacia and eucalyptus predominated among the
trees; yet there were ash and oak and even pine and fir and hemlock.
The tree-life was riotous. The forests were dense and peopled by
enormous trees. From the summit of the cliff I could see forests
rising hundreds of feet above the level upon which I stood, and even at
the distance they were from me I realized that the boles were of
gigantic size.
At last I had come to the Galu country. Though not conceived in
Caspak, I had indeed come up cor-sva-jo--from the beginning I had come
up through the hideous horrors of the lower Caspakian spheres of
evolution, and I could not but feel something of the elation and pride
which had filled To-mar and So-al when they realized that the call had
come to them and they were about to rise from the estate of Band-lus to
that of Kro-lus. I was glad that I was not batu.
But where was Ajor? Though my eyes searched the wide landscape before
me, I saw nothing other than the warriors of Du-seen and the beasts of
the fields and the forests. Surrounded by forests, I could see wide
plains dotting the country as far as the eye could reach; but nowhere
was a sign of a small Galu she--the beloved she whom I would have given
my right hand to see.
Nobs and I were hungry; we had not eaten since the preceding night, and
below us was game--deer, sheep, anything that a hungry hunter might
crave; so down the steep trail we made our way, and then upon my belly
with Nobs crouching low behind me, I crawled toward a small herd of red
deer feeding at the edge of a plain close beside a forest. There was
ample cover, what with solitary trees and dotting bushes so that I
found no difficulty in stalking up wind to within fifty feet of my
quarry--a large, sleek doe unaccompanied by a fawn. Greatly then did I
regret my rifle. Never in my life had I shot an arrow, but I knew how
it was done, and fitting the shaft to my string, I aimed carefully and
let drive. At the same instant I called to Nobs and leaped to my feet.
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