Jana, The Red Flower of Zoram, paused and looked back across the rocky
crags behind and below her. She was very hungry and it had been long
since she had slept, for behind her, dogging her trail, were the four
terrible men from Pheli, which lies at the foot of the Mountains of the
Thipdars, beyond the land of Zoram.
For just an instant she stood erect and then she threw herself
prone upon the rough rock, behind a jutting fragment that partially
concealed her, and here she looked back along the way she had come,
across a pathless waste of tumbled granite. Mountain-bred, she had
lived her life among the lofty peaks of the Mountains of the Thipdars,
considering contemptuously the people of the lowland to which those who
pursued her belonged. Perchance, if they followed her here she might
be forced to concede them some measure of courage and possibly to look
upon them with a slightly lessened contempt, yet even so she would
never abate her effort to escape them.
Bred in the bone of The Red Flower was loathing of the men of Pheli,
who ventured occasionally into the fastnesses of the Mountains of the
Thipdars to steal women, for the pride and the fame of the mountain
people lay in the beauty of their girls, and so far had this fame
spread that men came from far countries, out of the vast river basin
below their lofty range, and risked a hundred deaths in efforts to
steal such a mate as Jana, The Red Flower of Zoram.
The girl's sister, Lana, had been thus stolen, and within her memory
two other girls of Zoram, by the men from the lowland, and so the fear,
as well as the danger, was ever present. Such a fate seemed to The
Red Flower worse than death, since not only would it take her forever
from her beloved mountains, but make her a low-country woman and her
children low-country children than which, in the eyes of the mountain
people, there could be no deeper disgrace, for the mountain men mated
only with mountain women, the men of Zoram, and Clovi, and Daroz taking
mates from their own tribes or stealing them from their neighbors.
Jana was beloved by many of the young warriors of Zoram, and though, as
yet, there had been none who had fired her own heart to love she knew
that some day she would mate with one of them, unless in the meantime
she was stolen by a warrior from another tribe.
Were she to fall into the hands of one from either Clovi or Daroz
she would not be disgraced and she might even be happy, but she was
determined to die rather than to be taken by the men from Pheli.
Long ago, it seemed to her now, who had no means for measuring time,
she had been searching for thipdar eggs among the lofty crags above the
caverns that were the home of her people when a great hairy man leaped
from behind a rock and endeavored to seize her. Active as a chamois,
she eluded him with ease, but he stood between her and the village
and when she sought to circle back she discovered that he had three
companions who effectually barred her way, and then had commenced the
flight and the pursuit that had taken her far from Zoram among lofty
peaks where she had never been before.
Not far below her, four squat, hairy men had stopped to rest. "Let us
turn back," growled one. "You can never catch her, Skruk, in country
like this, which is fit only for thipdars and no place for men."
Skruk shook his bullet head. "I have seen her," he said, "and I shall
have her if I have to chase her to the shores of Molop Az."
"Our hands are torn by the sharp rock," said another. "Our sandals are
almost gone and our feet bleed. We cannot go on. We shall die."
"You may die," said Skruk, "but until then you shall go on. I am Skruk,
the chief, and I have spoken."
The others growled resentfully, but when Skruk took up the pursuit
again they followed him. Being from a low country they found strenuous
exertion in these high altitudes exhausting, it is true, but the actual
basis for their disinclination to continue the pursuit was the terror
which the dizzy heights inspired in them and the perilous route along
which The Red Flower of Zoram was leading them.
From above Jana saw them ascending, and knowing that they were again
upon the right trail she stood erect in plain view of them. Her single,
soft garment made from the pelt of tarag cubs, whipped about her naked
legs, half revealing, half concealing the rounded charms of her girlish
figure. The noonday sun shone down upon her light, bronzed skin,
glistening from the naked contours of a perfect shoulder and imparting
golden glints to her hair that was sometimes a lustrous brown and again
a copper bronze. It was piled loosely upon her head and held in place
by slender, hollow bones of the dimorphodon, a little long-tailed
cousin of the thipdar. The upper ends of these bone pins were
ornamented with carving and some of them were colored. A fillet of soft
skin ornamented in colors encircled her brow and she wore bracelets and
anklets made of the vertebrae of small animals, strung upon leather
thongs. These, too, were carved and colored. Upon her feet were stout,
little sandals, soled with the hide of the mastodon and from the center
of her headband rose a single feather. At her hip was a stone knife and
in her right hand a light spear.
She stooped and picking up a small fragment of rock hurled it down at
Skruk and his companions. "Go back to your swamps, jaloks of the low
country," she cried. "The Red Flower of Zoram is not for you," and then
she turned and sped away across the pathless granite.
To her left lay Zoram, but there was a mighty chasm between her and the
city. Along its rim she made her way, sometimes upon its very verge,
but unshaken by the frightful abyss below her. Constantly she sought
for a means of descent, since she knew that if she could cross it
she might circle back toward Zoram, but the walls rose sheer for two
thousand feet offering scarce a handhold in a hundred feet.
As she rounded the shoulder of the peak she saw a vast country
stretching away below her--a country that she had never seen
before--and she knew that she had crossed the mighty range and was
looking on the land that lay beyond. The fissure that she had been
following she could see widening below her into a great canyon that led
out through foothills to a mighty plain. The slopes of the lower hills
were wooded and beyond the plain were forests.
This was a new world to Jana of Zoram, but it held no lure for her; it
did not beckon to her for she knew that savage beasts and savage men of
the low countries roamed its plains and forests.
To her right rose the mountains she had rounded; to her left was the
deep chasm, and behind her were Skruk and his three companions.
For a moment she feared that she was trapped, but after advancing a
few yards she saw that the sheer wall of the abyss had given way to
a tumbled mass of broken ledges. But whether there were any means of
descent, even here, she did not know--she could only hope.
From pausing often to search for a way down into the gorge, Jana had
lost precious time and now she became suddenly aware that her pursuers
were close behind her. Again she sprang forward, leaping from rock
to rock, while they redoubled their speed and stumbled after her in
pursuit, positive now that they were about to capture her.
Jana glanced below, and a hundred feet beneath her she saw a tumbled
mass of granite that had fallen from above and formed a wide ledge.
Just ahead the mountain jutted out forming an overhanging cliff.
She glanced back. Skruk was already in sight. He was stumbling
awkwardly along in a clumsy run and breathing heavily, but he was very
near and she must choose quickly.
There was but one way--over the edge of the cliff lay temporary escape
or certain death. A leather thong, attached a foot below the point
of her spear, she fastened around her neck, letting the spear hang
down her back, threw herself upon the ground and slid over the edge
of the cliff. Perhaps there were handholds; perhaps not. She glanced
down. The face of the cliff was rough and not perpendicular, leaning
in a little toward the mountain. She felt about with her toes and
finally she located a protuberance that would hold her weight. Then
she relinquished her hold upon the top of the cliff with one hand and
searched about for a crevice in which to insert her fingers, or a
projection to which she could cling.
She must work quickly for already the footsteps of the Phelians were
sounding above her. She found a hold to which she might cling with
scarcely more than the tips of her fingers, but it was something and
the horror of the lowland was just above her and only death below.
She relinquished her hold upon the cliff edge with her other hand and
lowered herself very slowly down the face of the cliff, searching with
her free foot for another support. One foot, two, three she descended,
and then attracted by a noise above her she glanced up and saw the
hairy face of Skruk just above her.
"Hold my legs," he shouted to his companions, at the same time throwing
himself prone at the edge of the cliff, and as they obeyed his command
he reached down a long, hairy arm to seize Jana, and the girl was ready
to let go all holds and drop to the jagged rocks beneath when Skruk's
hand should touch her. Still looking upward she saw the fist of the
Phelian but a few inches from her face.
The outstretched fingers of the man brushed the hair of the girl. One
of her groping feet found a tiny ledge and she lowered herself from
immediate danger of capture. Skruk was furious, but that one glance
into the upturned face of the girl so close beneath him only served to
add to his determination to possess her. No lengths were too far now to
go to achieve his heart's desire, but as he glanced down that frightful
escarpment his savage heart was filled with fear for the safety of his
prize. It seemed incredible that she had descended as far as she had
without falling and she had only commenced the descent. He knew that
he and his companions could not follow the trail that she was blazing
and he realized, too, that if they menaced her from above she might be
urged to a greater haste that would spell her doom.
With these thoughts in his mind Skruk arose to his feet and turned to
his companions. "We shall seek an easier way down," he said in a low
voice, and then leaning over the cliff edge, he called down to Jana.
"You have beaten me, mountain girl," he said. "I go back now to Pheli
in the lowland. But I shall return and then I shall take you with me as
my mate."
"May the thipdars catch you and tear out your heart before ever you
reach Pheli again," cried Jana. But Skruk made no reply and she saw
that they were going back the way that they had come, but she did not
know that they were merely looking for an easier way into the bottom of
the gorge toward which she was descending, or that Skruk's words had
been but a ruse to throw her off her guard.
The Red Flower of Zoram, relieved of immediate necessity for haste,
picked her way cautiously down the face of the cliff to the first ledge
of tumbled granite. Here, by good fortune, she found the egg of a
thipdar, which furnished her with both food and drink.
It was a long, slow descent to the bottom of the gorge, but finally
the girl accomplished it, and in the meantime Skruk and his companions
had found an easier way and had descended into the gorge several miles
above her.
For a moment after she reached the bottom Jana was undecided as to what
course to pursue. Instinct urged her to turn upward along the gorge
in the general direction of Zoram, but her judgment prompted her to
descend and skirt the base of the mountain to the left in search of an
easier route back across them. And so she came leisurely down toward
the valley, while behind her followed the four men from Pheli.
The canyon wall at her left, while constantly lessening in height as
she descended, still presented a formidable obstacle, which it seemed
wiser to circumvent than to attempt to surmount, and so she continued
on downward toward the mouth of the canyon, where it debouched upon a
lovely valley.
Never before in all her life had Jana approached the lowland so
closely. Never before had she dreamed how lovely the lowland country
might be, for she had always been taught that it was a horrid place and
no fit abode for the stalwart tribes of the mountains.
The lure of the beauties and the new scenes unfolding before her,
coupled with a spirit of exploration which was being born within her,
led her downward into the valley much farther than necessity demanded.
Suddenly her attention was attracted by a strange sound coming suddenly
from on high--a strange, new note in the diapason of her savage world,
and glancing upward she finally descried the creature that must be the
author of it.
A great thipdar, it appeared to be, moaning dismally far above her
head--but what a thipdar! Never in her life had she seen one as large
as this.
As she watched she saw another thipdar, much smaller, soaring above
it. Suddenly the lesser one swooped upon its intended prey. Faintly
she heard sounds of shattering and tearing and then the two combatants
plunged earthward. As they did so she saw something separate itself
from the mass and as the two creatures, partially supported by the
wings of the larger, fell in a great, gliding spiral a most remarkable
thing happened to the piece that had broken loose. Something shot out
of it and unfolded above it in the air--something that resembled a huge
toadstool, and as it did so the swift flight of the falling body was
arrested and it floated slowly earthward, swinging back and forth as
she had seen a heavy stone do when tied at the end of a buckskin thong.
As the strange thing descended nearer, Jana's eyes went wide in
surprise and terror as she recognized the dangling body as that of a
man.
Her people had few superstitions, not having advanced sufficiently in
the direction of civilization to have developed a priesthood, but here
was something that could be explained according to no natural logic.
She had seen two great, flying reptiles meet in battle, high in air and
out of one of them had come a man. It was incredible, but more than all
it was terrifying. And so The Red Flower of Zoram, reacting in the most
natural way, turned and fled.
Back toward the canyon she raced, but she had gone only a short
distance when, directly in front of her, she saw Skruk and his three
companions.
They, too, had seen the battle in mid-air and they had seen the thing
floating downward toward the ground, and while they had not recognized
it for what it was they had been terrified and were themselves upon
the point of fleeing when Skruk descried Jana running toward them.
Instantly every other consideration was submerged in his desire to have
her and growling commands to his terrified henchmen he led them toward
the girl.
When Jana discovered them she turned to the right and tried to circle
about them, but Skruk sent one to intercept her and when she turned in
the opposite direction, the four spread out across her line of retreat
so as to effectually bar her escape in that direction.
Choosing any fate rather than that which must follow her capture by
Skruk, Jana turned again and fled down the valley and in pursuit leaped
the four squat, hairy men of Pheli.
At the instant that Jason Gridley had pulled the rip cord of his
parachute a fragment of the broken propeller of his plane had struck
him a glancing blow upon the head, and when he regained consciousness
he found himself lying upon a bed of soft grasses at the head of a
valley, where a canyon, winding out of lofty mountains, opened onto
leveller land.
Disgusted by the disastrous end of his futile search for his
companions, Gridley arose and removed the parachute harness. He was
relieved to discover that he had suffered no more serious injury than a
slight abrasion of the skin upon one temple.
His first concern was for his ship and though he knew that it must be
a total wreck he hoped against hope that he might at least salvage
his rifle and ammunition from it. But even as the thought entered his
mind it was forced into the background by a chorus of savage yelps and
growls that caused him to turn his eyes quickly to the right. At the
summit of a little rise of ground a short distance away he saw four of
the ferocious wolf dogs of Pellucidar. As hyaenodons they were known
to the paleontologists of the outer crust, and as jaloks to the men of
the inner world. As large as full grown mastiffs they stood there upon
their short, powerful legs, their broad, strong jaws parted in angry
growls, their snarling lips drawn back to reveal their powerful fangs.
As he discovered them Jason became aware that their attention was not
directed upon him--that they seemed not as yet to have discovered
him--and as he looked in the direction that they were looking he was
astounded to see a girl running swiftly toward them, and at a short
distance behind the girl four men, who were apparently pursuing her.
As the vicious growls of the jaloks broke angrily upon the comparative
silence of the scene, the girl paused and it was evident that she had
not before been aware of the presence of this new menace. She glanced
at them and then back at her pursuers.
The hyaenodons advanced toward her at an easy trot. In piteous
bewilderment she glanced about her. There was but one way open for
escape and then as she turned to flee in that direction her eyes fell
upon Jason Gridley, straight ahead in her path of flight and again she
hesitated.
To the man came an intuitive understanding of her quandary. Menaced
from the rear and upon two sides by known enemies, she was suddenly
faced by what might indeed be another, cutting off all hope of retreat.
Acting impulsively and in accordance with the code that dominates his
kind, Gridley ran toward the girl, shouting words of encouragement and
motioning her to come to him.
Skruk and his companions were closing in upon her from behind and from
her right, while upon her left came the jaloks. For just an instant
longer, she hesitated and then seemingly determined to place her fate
in the hands of an unknown, rather than surrender it to the inevitable
doom which awaited her either at the hands of the Phelians or the fangs
of the jaloks, she turned and sped toward Gridley, and behind her came
the four beasts and the four men.
As Gridley ran forward to meet the girl he drew one of his revolvers, a
heavy .45 caliber Colt.
The hyaenodons were charging now and the leader was close behind her,
and at that instant Jana tripped and fell, and simultaneously Jason
reached her side, but so close was the savage beast that when Jason
fired the hyaenodon's body fell across the body of the girl.
The shot, a startling sound to which none of them was accustomed,
brought the other hyaenodons to a sudden stop, as well as the four men,
who were racing rapidly forward under Skruk's command in an effort to
save the girl from the beasts.
Quickly rolling the body of the jalok from its intended victim, Jason
lifted the girl to her feet and as he did so she snatched her stone
knife from its scabbard. Jason Gridley did not know how near he was to
death at that instant. To Jana, every man except the men of Zoram was
a natural enemy. The first law of nature prompted her to kill lest she
be killed, but in the instant before she struck the blade home she saw
something in the eyes of this man, something in the expression upon his
face that she had never seen in the eyes or face of any man before. As
plainly as though it had been spoken in words she understood that this
stranger was prompted by solicitousness for her safety; that he was
prompted by a desire to befriend rather than to harm her, and though in
common with the jaloks and the Phelians she had been terrified by the
loud noise and the smoke that had burst from the strange stick in his
hand she knew that this had been the means that he had taken to protect
her from the jaloks.
Her knife hand dropped to her side, and, as a slow smile lighted the
face of the stranger, The Red Flower of Zoram smiled back in response.
They stood as they had when he had lifted her from the ground, his
left arm about her shoulders supporting her and he maintained this
unconscious gesture of protection as he turned to face the girl's
enemies, who, after their first fright, seemed on the point of
returning to the attack.
Two of the hyaenodons, however, had transferred their attention to
Skruk and his companions, while the third was slinking bare fanged,
toward Jason and Jana.
The men of Pheli stood ready to receive the charge of the hyaenodons,
having taken positions in line, facing their attackers, and at
sufficient intervals to permit them properly to wield their clubs. As
the beasts charged two of the men hurled their weapons, each singling
out one of the fierce carnivores. Skruk hurled his weapon with the
greater accuracy, breaking one of the forelegs of the beast attacking
him, and as it went down the Phelian standing next to Skruk leaped
forward and rained heavy blows upon its skull.
The cudgel aimed at the other beast struck it a glancing blow upon
the shoulder, but did not stop it and an instant later it was upon
the Phelian whose only defense now was his crude stone knife. But his
companion, who had reserved his club for such an emergency, leaped
in and swung lustily at the savage brute, while Skruk and the other,
having disposed of their adversary, came to the assistance of their
fellows.
The savage battle between men and beast went unnoticed by Jason, whose
whole attention was occupied by the fourth wolfdog as it moved forward
to attack him and his companion.
Jana, fully aware that the attention of each of the men was fully
centered upon the attacking beasts, realized that now was the opportune
moment to make a break for freedom. She felt the arm of the stranger
about her shoulders, but it rested there lightly--so lightly that she
might easily disengage herself by a single, quick motion. But there
was something in the feel of that arm about her that imparted to her
a sense of greater safety than she had felt since she had left the
caverns of her people--perhaps the protective instinct which dominated
the man subconsciously exerted its natural reaction upon the girl to
the end that instead of fleeing she was content to remain, sensing
greater safety where she was than elsewhere.
And then the fourth hyaenodon charged, growling, to be met by the
roaring bark of the Colt. The creature stumbled and went down, stopped
by the force of the heavy charge--but only for an instant--again it
was up, maddened by pain, desperate in the face of death. Bloody foam
crimsoned its jowls as it leaped for Jason's throat.
Again the Colt spoke, and then the man went down beneath the heavy body
of the wolf dog, and at the same instant the Phelians dispatched the
second of the beasts which had attacked them.
Jason Gridley was conscious of a great weight upon him as he was borne
to the ground and he sought to fend those horrid jaws from his throat
by interposing his left forearm, but the jaws never closed and when
Gridley struggled from beneath the body of the beast and scrambled
to his feet he saw the girl tugging upon the shaft of her crude,
stone-tipped spear in an effort to drag it from the body of the jalok.
Whether his last bullet or the spear had dispatched the beast the man
did not know, and he was only conscious of gratitude and admiration
for the brave act of the slender girl, who had stood her ground
at his side, facing the terrible beast without loss of poise or
resourcefulness.
The four jaloks lay dead, but Jason Gridley's troubles were by no means
over, for scarcely had he arisen after the killing of the second beast
when the girl seized him by the arm and pointed toward something behind
him.
"They are coming," she said. "They will kill you and take me. Oh, do
not let them take me!"
Jason did not understand a word that she had said, but it was evident
from her tone of voice and from the expression upon her beautiful face
that she was more afraid of the four men approaching them than she had
been of the hyaenodons, and as he turned to face them he could not
wonder, for the men of Pheli looked quite as brutal as the hyaenodons
and there was nothing impressive or magnificent in their appearance as
there had been in the mien of the savage carnivores--a fact which is
almost universally noticeable when a comparison is made between the
human race and the so-called lower orders.
Gridley raised his revolver and levelled it at the leading Phelian,
who happened to be another than Skruk. "Beat it!" he said. "Your faces
frighten the young lady."
"I am Gluf," said the Phelian. "I kill."
"If I could understand you I might agree with you," replied Jason, "but
your exuberant whiskers and your diminutive forehead suggest that you
are all wet."
He did not want to kill the man, but he realized that he could not
let him approach too closely. But if he had any compunction in the
matter of manslaughter, it was evident that the girl did not for she
was talking volubly, evidently urging him to some action, and when she
realized that he could not understand her she touched his pistol with a
brown forefinger and then pointed meaningly at Gluf.
The fellow was now within fifteen paces of them and Jason could
see that his companions were starting to circle them. He knew that
something must be done immediately and prompted by humanitarian motives
he fired his Colt, aiming above the head of the approaching Phelian.
The sharp report stopped all four of them, but when they realized
that none of them was injured they broke into a torrent of taunts
and threats, and Gluf, inspired only by a desire to capture the girl
so that they might return to Pheli, resumed his advance, at the same
time commencing to swing his club menacingly. Then it was that Jason
Gridley regretfully shot, and shot to kill. Gluf stopped in his tracks,
stiffened, whirled about and sprawled forward upon his face.
Wheeling upon the others, Gridley fired again, for he realized that
those menacing clubs were almost as effective at short range as was his
Colt. Another Phelian dropped in his tracks, and then Skruk and his
remaining companion turned and fled.
"Well," said Gridley, looking about him at the bodies of the four
hyaenodons and the corpses of the two men, "this is a great little
country, but I'll be gosh-darned if I see how anyone grows up to enjoy
it."
The Red Flower of Zoram stood looking at him admiringly. Everything
about this stranger aroused her interest, piqued her curiosity and
stimulated her imagination. In no particular was he like any other man
she had ever seen. Not one item of his strange apparel corresponded
to anything that any other human being of her acquaintance wore. The
remarkable weapon, which spat smoke and fire to the accompaniment of
a loud roar, left her dazed with awe and admiration; but perhaps the
outstanding cause for astonishment, when she gave it thought, was
the fact that she was not afraid of this man. Not only was the fear
of strangers inherent in her, but from earliest childhood she had
been taught to expect only the worst from men who were not of her own
tribe and to flee from them upon any and all occasions. Perhaps it
was his smile that had disarmed her, or possibly there was something
in his friendly, honest eyes that had won her immediate trust and
confidence. Whatever the cause, however, the fact remained that The Red
Flower of Zoram made no effort to escape from Jason Gridley, who now
found himself completely lost in a strange world, which in itself was
quite sad enough without having added to it responsibilities for the
protection of a strange, young woman, who could understand nothing that
he said to her and whom, in turn, he could not understand.