When the birds fly southCoblentz, Stanton A. (Stanton Arthur)
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When the birds fly south
Coblentz, Stanton A. (Stanton Arthur)
Afghanistan -- Fiction; Fantasy fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
After swallowing the food, I felt considerably better. Having finished
the entire handful and washed it down with a draught from a second
leather flask, I had revived sufficiently to try to sit up unaided; and
simultaneously I realized how ravenously hungry I was, and felt a fresh
desire to live flaming up within me.
Being eager for a word with my benefactors, I muttered something in
English without thinking exactly what I was saying. But the surprised
answering stares cut me short in sharp realization. What could these
mountain folk know of English?
There was a short, awkward pause; then, after a few words among
themselves, they addressed me in their native tongue. At the first
syllable, I realized that theirs was not the cultivated Persian of the
Afghan court, but rather a variety of Pushtu, the speech in most common
use among the people. From my wanderings of the past few months and
especially from contact with the native guides, I had gathered a few
words of this language, enough to enable me to recognize its peculiar
intonation, although I could express none but the simplest ideas.
After a second handful of the dried herbs, and another draught of
water, I felt well enough to try to stagger to my feet. But the effort
was too much for me; my limbs threatened to collapse beneath me; and
two of the men had to bolster me up.
But once I had arisen, they would not let me return to my rock-couch.
Grimly they motioned toward the snow-streaked northern peak, as if to
indicate that we must pass beyond it; at the same time, one of them
pointed to the stone image on the summit; while the others, as if
observing a religious rite, extended their arms solemnly and almost
imploringly toward that strange womanly figure.
At the moment, it did not occur to me that their attitude was one
of prayer; but later I was to remember this fact. For the time, my
thoughts took a more personal turn; for when I saw my new acquaintances
preparing to lead me across the mountains, I was profoundly alarmed.
Although still too stunned to take in the full reality, I knew that I
was on the threshold of unpredictable adventures, and that many a day
might pass before I could rejoin my fellow geologists.
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