Freedom

: At The Earth's Core

ONCE OUT OF THE DIRECT PATH OF THE ANIMAL, fear of it left me, but

another emotion as quickly gripped me--hope of escape that the

demoralized condition of the guards made possible for the instant.



I thought of Perry, but for the hope that I might better encompass his

release if myself free I should have put the thought of freedom from me

at once. As it was I hastened on toward the right searching for an

xit toward which no Sagoths were fleeing, and at last I found it--a

low, narrow aperture leading into a dark corridor.



Without thought of the possible consequence, I darted into the shadows

of the tunnel, feeling my way along through the gloom for some

distance. The noises of the amphitheater had grown fainter and fainter

until now all was as silent as the tomb about me. Faint light filtered

from above through occasional ventilating and lighting tubes, but it

was scarce sufficient to enable my human eyes to cope with the

darkness, and so I was forced to move with extreme care, feeling my way

along step by step with a hand upon the wall beside me.



Presently the light increased and a moment later, to my delight, I came

upon a flight of steps leading upward, at the top of which the

brilliant light of the noonday sun shone through an opening in the

ground.



Cautiously I crept up the stairway to the tunnel's end, and peering out

saw the broad plain of Phutra before me. The numerous lofty, granite

towers which mark the several entrances to the subterranean city were

all in front of me--behind, the plain stretched level and unbroken to

the nearby foothills. I had come to the surface, then, beyond the

city, and my chances for escape seemed much enhanced.



My first impulse was to await darkness before attempting to cross the

plain, so deeply implanted are habits of thought; but of a sudden I

recollected the perpetual noonday brilliance which envelopes

Pellucidar, and with a smile I stepped forth into the daylight.



Rank grass, waist high, grows upon the plain of Phutra--the gorgeous

flowering grass of the inner world, each particular blade of which is

tipped with a tiny, five-pointed blossom--brilliant little stars of

varying colors that twinkle in the green foliage to add still another

charm to the weird, yet lovely, landscape.



But then the only aspect which attracted me was the distant hills in

which I hoped to find sanctuary, and so I hastened on, trampling the

myriad beauties beneath my hurrying feet. Perry says that the force of

gravity is less upon the surface of the inner world than upon that of

the outer. He explained it all to me once, but I was never

particularly brilliant in such matters and so most of it has escaped

me. As I recall it the difference is due in some part to the

counter-attraction of that portion of the earth's crust directly

opposite the spot upon the face of Pellucidar at which one's

calculations are being made. Be that as it may, it always seemed to me

that I moved with greater speed and agility within Pellucidar than upon

the outer surface--there was a certain airy lightness of step that was

most pleasing, and a feeling of bodily detachment which I can only

compare with that occasionally experienced in dreams.



And as I crossed Phutra's flower-bespangled plain that time I seemed

almost to fly, though how much of the sensation was due to Perry's

suggestion and how much to actuality I am sure I do not know. The more

I thought of Perry the less pleasure I took in my new-found freedom.

There could be no liberty for me within Pellucidar unless the old man

shared it with me, and only the hope that I might find some way to

encompass his release kept me from turning back to Phutra.



Just how I was to help Perry I could scarce imagine, but I hoped that

some fortuitous circumstance might solve the problem for me. It was

quite evident however that little less than a miracle could aid me, for

what could I accomplish in this strange world, naked and unarmed? It

was even doubtful that I could retrace my steps to Phutra should I once

pass beyond view of the plain, and even were that possible, what aid

could I bring to Perry no matter how far I wandered?



The case looked more and more hopeless the longer I viewed it, yet with

a stubborn persistency I forged ahead toward the foothills. Behind me

no sign of pursuit developed, before me I saw no living thing. It was

as though I moved through a dead and forgotten world.



I have no idea, of course, how long it took me to reach the limit of

the plain, but at last I entered the foothills, following a pretty

little canyon upward toward the mountains. Beside me frolicked a

laughing brooklet, hurrying upon its noisy way down to the silent sea.

In its quieter pools I discovered many small fish, of four-or

five-pound weight I should imagine. In appearance, except as to size

and color, they were not unlike the whale of our own seas. As I

watched them playing about I discovered, not only that they suckled

their young, but that at intervals they rose to the surface to breathe

as well as to feed upon certain grasses and a strange, scarlet lichen

which grew upon the rocks just above the water line.



It was this last habit that gave me the opportunity I craved to capture

one of these herbivorous cetaceans--that is what Perry calls them--and

make as good a meal as one can on raw, warm-blooded fish; but I had

become rather used, by this time, to the eating of food in its natural

state, though I still balked on the eyes and entrails, much to the

amusement of Ghak, to whom I always passed these delicacies.



Crouching beside the brook, I waited until one of the diminutive purple

whales rose to nibble at the long grasses which overhung the water, and

then, like the beast of prey that man really is, I sprang upon my

victim, appeasing my hunger while he yet wriggled to escape.



Then I drank from the clear pool, and after washing my hands and face

continued my flight. Above the source of the brook I encountered a

rugged climb to the summit of a long ridge. Beyond was a steep

declivity to the shore of a placid, inland sea, upon the quiet surface

of which lay several beautiful islands.



The view was charming in the extreme, and as no man or beast was to be

seen that might threaten my new-found liberty, I slid over the edge of

the bluff, and half sliding, half falling, dropped into the delightful

valley, the very aspect of which seemed to offer a haven of peace and

security.



The gently sloping beach along which I walked was thickly strewn with

strangely shaped, colored shells; some empty, others still housing as

varied a multitude of mollusks as ever might have drawn out their

sluggish lives along the silent shores of the antediluvian seas of the

outer crust. As I walked I could not but compare myself with the first

man of that other world, so complete the solitude which surrounded me,

so primal and untouched the virgin wonders and beauties of adolescent

nature. I felt myself a second Adam wending my lonely way through the

childhood of a world, searching for my Eve, and at the thought there

rose before my mind's eye the exquisite outlines of a perfect face

surmounted by a loose pile of wondrous, raven hair.



As I walked, my eyes were bent upon the beach so that it was not until

I had come quite upon it that I discovered that which shattered all my

beautiful dream of solitude and safety and peace and primal

overlordship. The thing was a hollowed log drawn upon the sands, and

in the bottom of it lay a crude paddle.



The rude shock of awakening to what doubtless might prove some new form

of danger was still upon me when I heard a rattling of loose stones

from the direction of the bluff, and turning my eyes in that direction

I beheld the author of the disturbance, a great copper-colored man,

running rapidly toward me.



There was that in the haste with which he came which seemed quite

sufficiently menacing, so that I did not need the added evidence of

brandishing spear and scowling face to warn me that I was in no safe

position, but whither to flee was indeed a momentous question.



The speed of the fellow seemed to preclude the possibility of escaping

him upon the open beach. There was but a single alternative--the rude

skiff--and with a celerity which equaled his, I pushed the thing into

the sea and as it floated gave a final shove and clambered in over the

end.



A cry of rage rose from the owner of the primitive craft, and an

instant later his heavy, stone-tipped spear grazed my shoulder and

buried itself in the bow of the boat beyond. Then I grasped the

paddle, and with feverish haste urged the awkward, wobbly thing out

upon the surface of the sea.



A glance over my shoulder showed me that the copper-colored one had

plunged in after me and was swimming rapidly in pursuit. His mighty

strokes bade fair to close up the distance between us in short order,

for at best I could make but slow progress with my unfamiliar craft,

which nosed stubbornly in every direction but that which I desired to

follow, so that fully half my energy was expended in turning its blunt

prow back into the course.



I had covered some hundred yards from shore when it became evident that

my pursuer must grasp the stern of the skiff within the next half-dozen

strokes. In a frenzy of despair, I bent to the grandfather of all

paddles in a hopeless effort to escape, and still the copper giant

behind me gained and gained.



His hand was reaching upward for the stern when I saw a sleek, sinuous

body shoot from the depths below. The man saw it too, and the look of

terror that overspread his face assured me that I need have no further

concern as to him, for the fear of certain death was in his look.



And then about him coiled the great, slimy folds of a hideous monster

of that prehistoric deep--a mighty serpent of the sea, with fanged

jaws, and darting forked tongue, with bulging eyes, and bony

protuberances upon head and snout that formed short, stout horns.



As I looked at that hopeless struggle my eyes met those of the doomed

man, and I could have sworn that in his I saw an expression of hopeless

appeal. But whether I did or not there swept through me a sudden

compassion for the fellow. He was indeed a brother-man, and that he

might have killed me with pleasure had he caught me was forgotten in

the extremity of his danger.



Unconsciously I had ceased paddling as the serpent rose to engage my

pursuer, so now the skiff still drifted close beside the two. The

monster seemed to be but playing with his victim before he closed his

awful jaws upon him and dragged him down to his dark den beneath the

surface to devour him. The huge, snakelike body coiled and uncoiled

about its prey. The hideous, gaping jaws snapped in the victim's face.

The forked tongue, lightning-like, ran in and out upon the copper skin.



Nobly the giant battled for his life, beating with his stone hatchet

against the bony armor that covered that frightful carcass; but for all

the damage he inflicted he might as well have struck with his open palm.



At last I could endure no longer to sit supinely by while a fellowman

was dragged down to a horrible death by that repulsive reptile.

Embedded in the prow of the skiff lay the spear that had been cast

after me by him whom I suddenly desired to save. With a wrench I tore

it loose, and standing upright in the wobbly log drove it with all the

strength of my two arms straight into the gaping jaws of the

hydrophidian.



With a loud hiss the creature abandoned its prey to turn upon me, but

the spear, imbedded in its throat, prevented it from seizing me though

it came near to overturning the skiff in its mad efforts to reach me.



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