THERE was once a woman who had two sons and they were twins, so much
alike that the mother herself could not tell one from the other. So
Hunapu always wore a crimson feather and Balanque a blue one.
As children they spent their days in the open air, playing in the
forest, swimming in the lake, and wandering on the plains, and so doing
they came to know the animals and the birds, finding the young ones and
playing with them, so that it was no uncommon sight to see them come
home with a panther following at their heels as a dog does. They knew
where to find the nests of birds of all kinds, fed the young ones, and
petted them, until with a call they could bring from the trees clouds of
glorious-coloured birds which would perch on their hands and arms and
shoulders. And of course it came about in time that when animals and
birds gathered about the lads, there was no more fighting between the
wild creatures than there is between a puppy and a kitten that have been
raised together.
Growing up with the wild creatures, wrestling with them and racing with
them, the boys grew strong and fleet of foot. They could scale a cliff
to reach a condor’s nest or climb a tree as swiftly as a monkey, and in
the water they were as much at home as on the land. Down into the clear
depths they would dive, down in the cool, green lake waters, to bring up
shells and bright stones, one boy striving with the other, laughing
merrily the while. And sitting on the shore in the sunshine they would
often look across the lake to the faraway mountain, talking about the
time when they would adventure there to see what could be seen.
Their father taught them to shoot straight with the arrow and to use
well the spear, and when they were masters of these he made for them
breastplates of silver and light helmets that flashed in the sun. And as
time went on they wandered here and there, finding other boys of their
own age, and these, too, had helmets and breastplates of silver made for
them by their fathers and had learned the use of the bow and spear,
until at last there was a band of four hundred of which Hunapu and
Balanque were leaders. Then there were great times with running and
racing and swimming and wrestling, and soon the Four Hundred had agreed
that when one of their number was in trouble not of his own seeking, at
the sound of the horn the rest would come to his rescue. But not all the
time was spent in play, for the band of the Four Hundred were wise in
all the arts, playing the flute, working in metals, painting, woodcraft,
and other like activities.
One day Hunapu and Balanque were in the forest gathering fruit, when
there came to them an old man and wife, weeping sadly. They were
strangers to the place and, seeing the two lads in their armour of
silver, with bows in their hands and swords by their sides and feathers
of crimson and of blue in their glittering helmets, they stood for a
while silent. But being asked, they told their tale of how they had
lived in the mountain on the other side of the lake among a people who
were in terror of their lives because of three great and fearful giants
who came now and then, taking the cattle and the goats, destroying for
mere mischief the houses of the people, and sometimes killing the people
themselves. Nothing, they said, could withstand the strength of the
giants. Stone walls were as mere sticks to them. They uprooted trees or
turned the courses of rivers by scooping away masses of earth with their
hands.
Hearing that, the twin brothers were greatly disturbed, for as they had
sat by the lake sometimes, talking of the land far away, they had heard
strange noises faintly come over the waters, which they had set down as
summer thunders. With the tale of the old man and his wife, they began
to believe that things were more serious than they had supposed.
Stepping to a place clear of trees Hunapu put his horn to his lips and
blew long and loudly, three times. Soon from all directions came lads
running, each girt with his sword, his spear in hand and his bow at his
back, breast-plate and helmet glittering in the bright sun. You can
figure for yourself that fine band of clean, straight-limbed fellows,
each with his drawn sword and silver helmet with drooping plume. You can
imagine how they looked standing there with the cool, green forest
behind them. And there were not only the Four Hundred, but also their
friends of the forest, here a puma, there a panther or deer,
bright-coloured birds, glorious humming-birds and proud llamas, for not
a boy but had his wild creature for a pet.
To the band of the Four Hundred the old man and his wife told their
tale, mentioning what they had not done before, that their sons and
daughters had been carried off by two of the giants. At that there
stepped from the ranks a lad with flashing eyes who said that not a year
should pass over their heads before the giants were overcome, and a
great shout of joy went up. Then and there the lad who had spoke cried:
“Let everyone step forward who will go to the land of the evil three,”
and no sooner were the words out of his lips than the whole Four Hundred
stepped forward. But, as Flashing Eyes said, some must stay at home, for
there were things to be done, so he proposed that twenty alone should
go. Even then there was no way to decide which of them should be of the
twenty, for everyone wanted to go forward to the adventure. At that
Balanque offered to go alone to the land, to see what would be the best
plan to pursue, but again there was trouble, for each of the Four
Hundred wanted to go with him. So at last it was decided to leave the
matter to be settled by chance. Each one was to call to his pet wild
creature, and the first two touched would go to the land of the giants.
Then a great calling went up, a naming of names, a whistling, and a
making of noises like the call of animals, and from the leafy caves came
the pets, running, leaping, flying. Each lad there had hung his sword
and bow on a branch and stood with arms outstretched to welcome his pet,
and there was much laughter and good spirit. Down from the sky came
sweeping a hawk, straight as an arrow, and it lit on the shoulder of
Balanque. At the very same moment a llama thrust its nose into the neck
of Hunapu, and that only a second before a fleet deer had leaped to the
side of Flashing Eyes. So all there knew that the twin brothers were
chosen to go into the land and there was no more arguing about it. That
night the band slept under the brilliant stars and the next morning
there went up a great shout as at sunrise the brothers set off, every
one of the Four Hundred knocking his sword on his shield by way of
salute. From the top of a ridge the twins waved their band a farewell,
then they turned and a moment later were lost to view, and the members
of the band went each about his own affairs, ready to come at a call.
All that day and the next they travelled, and on the morning of the
third day they came to a place where were great black rocks, and hills
all treeless and bare, and near the noon hour they saw a great cave in
the mountainside, the floor of which was strewn with bones of animals,
some of the bones indeed being great things as big as a man, from a
creature of which the boys had never seen the like. These bones had been
cracked for the marrow in them and the teeth marks told their tale of
the size of the giant who had eaten them.
To a top of the mountain the boys climbed, and when they had gained the
summit, there at their feet was a great hollow place and at the other
end sat a monstrous fellow, his hands on his knees, his body swaying to
and fro. He was rumbling and grumbling and peering here and there in a
queer way. The boys noticed that he did not turn his head to look with a
sweep of the eyes as they did, or as you do, turning to see in a
semi-circle or over a greater extent. His way was different. He would
turn his head in a certain direction with his eyes closed, then open
them and look. From the place where his glance lit he could not turn. If
he wanted to look somewhere else, he had to close his eyes and begin
again, so that his looking was more like shooting a bullet at a mark
than anything, and if he missed, he missed, and had to begin again. And
of course he often missed. Yet it was his way, and he must have been
very satisfied with it to judge by the song he sang, which was this:
“My name is Cakix,
Yukub—Cakix.
My eyes are bright as silver,
They gleam like precious stones.
My name is Cakix,
Yukub—Cakix.
Cakix!
Cakix!”
Over and over again he sang that. Then, with a tremendous roar, he
shouted:
“I am Cakix,
Yukub—Cakix,
And all men fear me!”
Then the twins, hearing that idle boast, stood on the hilltop and
shouted:
“Catch us, Cakix, if you can. We come to make an end of you.”
For a moment the giant sat still in sheer astonishment, his eyes closed,
his ear cupped in his hand to catch the direction of the sound. The boys
saw his great face turn in their direction, and they skipped to the
right and left so as to be out of his sight, and well it was that they
did so, for out over the valley shot his arm, lengthening like elastic,
and his great fingers reached over the rock where the twins had stood,
and went feeling like five blind snakes. Finding nothing, the hand
picked up the rock, though it was as large as a house, and back went the
arm getting shorter, until the giant had the rock under his nose. Then
he shut his eyes, turned his face down, opened his eyes again, and
examined the rock. Finding nothing he cast it away with a sudden jerk,
much as you jerk off some insect that drops on your hand unexpectedly.
Cakix sat awhile, then rose to his feet and strode straight down the
valley to where the boys had been, looking straight ahead, of course. He
went to a tree a little way off, plucked some fruit which looked like
wild cherries, though each was as large as a pumpkin, and blundered off
without seeing the boys who crouched low and out of his sight.
As soon as the giant had gone the twins ran down into the valley and
there they saw, in great caves in the hills to the right and left,
hidden heaps of flashing, precious stones—diamonds, emeralds, rubies,
opals—dazzling in the sunshine. In other holes were heaped gold dust
and silver. While looking they were startled to hear a new roaring, this
time from the hill to which Cakix had gone. Soon the roar formed into
words and they heard:
“I am Cabrakan,
Cabrakan who shakes the earth,
Cabrakan who shakes the sky.
I am Cabrakan,
Master of men.”
It was another giant, but him they did not see. Scrambling out of the
valley they reached the hilltop to see Cakix coming back to his valley.
He stopped at the tree where he had stopped before and took some more
fruit, then strode down the hill, marking time as he walked with his:
“I am Ca-kix
Yu-kub—Ca-kix
All men fear me.”
He sat down in his old seat, his hands again on his knees, his body
swaying. He seemed uncomfortable and restless, much as if he expected
danger, getting to his feet every now and then, peering about, going to
his tree to eat fruit and returning again to his seat. In fact, about
every hour he went to his fruit tree.
Seeing that, the lads had an idea, and running to the fruit tree,
climbed into it, hiding themselves in the thick branches, but no sooner
were they safely there than they heard the monster coming.
In a very short while they felt the tree shake with the giant’s heavy
tread, for he was on his way to take another meal. Then in less time
than it takes to count six he was at the tree, his great blue face
hiding the scenery. Quick as lightning, Hunapu fitted an arrow to his
bow, drew the string to his bow, and let fly. The shaft struck the ugly
fellow in the chin, but so tough was his skin that the barb only pierced
to his jaw. Still, the pain of it was enough to send him away roaring.
Back he went to his valley and threw himself down, groaning and weeping.
There was no loud song from him now.
The boys descended from their tree and marched down to where Cakix lay,
taking good care to keep out of the way of his great kicking feet.
“Who are you?” asked the giant when he saw them. “And what do you want
here?”
“We are doctors,” they answered. “Hearing your roar of pain, we came to
help. It is your teeth that need attention. Let us take out your bad
teeth and you will be at ease.”
“But my teeth are my strength,” said the giant. “Men do not know it,” he
added with the lack of suspicion of all giants.
“True,” answered the twins. “We will pull out the old teeth and put new
ones in their place.”
The giant opened his mouth and to work they went with hammers and bars
of iron, and in a short time had his teeth all out. True to their
promise they put new teeth in place of the old, but the new teeth they
fitted were made of grains of corn, and as soon as Cakix tried to eat
with them he found out his error. So in a short while he died from
starvation, and the earth was rid of one of the monsters.
There was great joy among the band of Four Hundred when the hero
brothers returned and told their story, for they were glad of the good
fortune of the twins and full of rejoicing that the world had one
monster the less in it. And after a week of resting, there came a day
when the whole band, bright in their polished armour and gay with
feathers and flowers, set off for the Stone Mountain to bring back the
treasures and to slay the remaining giants. But the tale is so long and
so interesting, that it must be left for another chapter.
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