Theodore Savage: A Story of the Past or the FutureHamilton, Cicely
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Theodore Savage: A Story of the Past or the Future
Hamilton, Cicely
Apocalyptic fiction; End of the world -- Fiction; Regression (Civilization) -- Fiction; Science fiction
He stiffened and stared at them, open-mouthed; then, as a sudden flicker
of the dying flame showed the outline of a bearded human face, he choked
out something inarticulate and made to scramble to his feet. Swift as
was the movement he was still on a knee when someone from behind leaped
on him and pinned both arms to his sides.... As he wrestled
instinctively other hands grasped him; he was the held and helpless
captive of three or four who clutched him by throat, wrist and
shoulder....
By that token he was back among men.
XVI
When they had him down and helpless at their feet, a dry branch was
thrust into the embers and, as it flamed, held aloft that the light
might fall upon his face. To him it revealed the half-dozen faces that
looked down at him—weatherworn, hairy and browned with dirt, the eyes,
for the moment, aglow with the pleasure of the hunter who has tracked
and snared his prey. They held their prey and gazed at it, as they would
have gazed at and measured a beast they had roped into helplessness.
Satisfaction at the capture shone in their faces; the natural and grim
satisfaction of him who has met and mastered his natural enemy.... That,
for the moment, was all; they had met with a man and overcome him.
Curiosity, even, would come later.
Theodore, after his first instinctive lunge and struggle, lay
motionless—flaccid and beaten; understanding in a flash that was agony
that men were still what they had been when he fled from them into the
wilderness—beast-men who stalked and tore each other. In the torchlight
the dirty, coarse faces were savage and animal; the eyes that glowered
down at him had the staring intentness of the animal.... He expected
death from a blow or a knife-thrust, and closed his eyes that he might
not see it coming; and instead saw, as plainly as with bodily eyes, a
vision of Ada by the camp fire, sitting hunched and listening for his
footstep. Listening for it, staring at the dreadful darkness—through
night after dreadful night.... In a torment of pity for his mate and her
child he stammered an appeal for his life.
“For God’s sake—I wasn’t doing any harm. If you’ll only listen—my
wife.... All that I want....”
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