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.21 What Occurred in the Dune CountryThe Kur was an incredible animal.Without it I would not have survived.The next day the water was gone.To my surprise, though the Kur had pointed to the dune country, he led me in apath parallel to the dunes, through more normal Tahari terrain.I realizedthen that he had been pointing to his destination, whatever it might be, whichlay within the dune country, as though I might know what it was, but that theroute which he wisely selected would parallel the dune country, until hereached a given point, at which point he would strike out overland, into theforbidding dunes, to reach whatever objective it was within them which mightconcern him, or us. The water is gone, I told him.I held the bag in such a way as to show himthat no fluid remained within it.After his first drink, near the sheltertrench, he had not had water.The Kur watched the flight of birds.He followed them, for a day.He foundPage 187 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmltheir water.It was foul.We gratefully drank.I submerged the water bag Icarried.We killed four birds and ate them raw.The Kur caught small rocktharlarion, and on this plenty, too, we feasted.Then we continued ourjourney.I drank much for theKur seemed hurried.Surely he knew that one should move only at night, and yetthe beast seemed tireless, and would press me on, as though I needed neitherfood nor sleep.Did he not know I was not a Kur? He, shielded by the fur, wasless exposed to the sun.He would move day and night, but I could not.Impatiently, he would crouch near me, when I fell to the sand, to sleep.Hewould, in an Ahn, awaken me, and point to the sun.Yet I did not think hewished to tell me the hour of the day, but call my attention to the passage oftime.He seemed hurried.Surely even for his mighty body the heat, the sun,the scarcity of water, the scarcity of food, must have taken dreadful toll.Attimes his wounds must have tormented him.Twice I saw him lick bloody crustsfrom their eruptions.Yet, slowly, as though by force of will, he moved on.Iwas sure he would kill us both.One does not tease the desert.It isimplacable, like a stone or furnace. I need water, I told him.It had been gone, for more than a day.The Kur held up eight fingers, and pointed to the sun.file:///F|/My%20Shared%20Folder/John%20Norm.%20Gor%2010%20-%20Tribesmen%20of%20Gor.html (267 of 353) [1/21/03 7:52:05 PM]10 Tribesmen of GorI did not understand his meaning.We continued our journey.An Ahn later, nostrils distended, head to theground, he became excited.He pointed to the ground.He looked at me, asthough I must understand.I did not, of course, understand.He looked at thesun, and at me, as though weighing the values of alternative courses ofaction.Then he swiftly departed from his original direction.I realized,several Ahn later, that he was following an animal trail, the odors of whichmy senses were not keen enough to detect.We fell on our bellies before thefoul water, stinking with excrement, and drank, and again I filled the bag.There was a half-eaten tabuk by the water hole.The Kur warned me from certainpieces of the meat, smelling it.Other pieces, farther from the eaten areas,more exposed to the sun, he gave me.He himself broke free a haunch and, withswift motions, with his teeth, holding it, ripped the dry meat from the bone.The Kur motioned me to my feet.We must again proceed.Fed, watered, Ifollowed him, though each step because of my exhaustion, was torture.He returned to his original trail, from which he made his detour, andcontinued his march.The next morning he pointed to the sun, and held up seven fingers before me.But be let me sleep, in the shelter of a rock, while he watched.That night weagain began the trek.The rest did me much good.The next morning he pointedto the sun, and held up six fingers before me.His rendezvous, I gathered,whatever it might be, must be accomplished within six days.It was for thatreason that he had been driving us both.Water became more scarce.The Kur began to move more slowly, and drank more.I think its wounds hadbegun to tell upon it.No longer did it seem willing to risk leaving the trailto hunt for water.It was becoming a desperate beast.It feared, I gathered,missing its rendezvous.It had not counted on its own weakness.The leather Iwore about my feet was in tatters, but in the footprints of the Kur there wasblood.It moved on, indomitably.Then the water was gone.That morning the Kur had pointed to the sun and held up four fingers.We went a day without water.In a place, on the next day, we found flies, swarming, over parched earth.There,file:///F|/My%20Shared%20Folder/John%20Norm.%20Gor%2010%20-%20Tribesmen%20ofPage 188 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html%20Gor.html (268 of 353) [1/21/03 7:52:05 PM]10 Tribesmen of Gor with his great paws, slowly, painfully, the Kur dug.Morethan four feet below the surface be found mud.We strained this through thesilk I had had tied to my wrist, into his cupped paws.He gave me almost allof this water.He licked from his moistened palms only what I had left, Inanother place, that night, we found a narrow channel of baked mud, the driedbed of a tiny, vanished stream, of the sort which in the winter, should itrain, carries water for a few days.We followed this to a shallow, dried pool.Digging here we found dormant snails.In the moonlight we cracked, the shells,sucking out the fluid.It stank.Only at first did I vomit.Again the Kur gave me almost the entire bounty of this find.Then we couldfind no more.We retraced our steps to the point at which we had left the trail, andcontinued our journey [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.21 What Occurred in the Dune CountryThe Kur was an incredible animal.Without it I would not have survived.The next day the water was gone.To my surprise, though the Kur had pointed to the dune country, he led me in apath parallel to the dunes, through more normal Tahari terrain.I realizedthen that he had been pointing to his destination, whatever it might be, whichlay within the dune country, as though I might know what it was, but that theroute which he wisely selected would parallel the dune country, until hereached a given point, at which point he would strike out overland, into theforbidding dunes, to reach whatever objective it was within them which mightconcern him, or us. The water is gone, I told him.I held the bag in such a way as to show himthat no fluid remained within it.After his first drink, near the sheltertrench, he had not had water.The Kur watched the flight of birds.He followed them, for a day.He foundPage 187 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmltheir water.It was foul.We gratefully drank.I submerged the water bag Icarried.We killed four birds and ate them raw.The Kur caught small rocktharlarion, and on this plenty, too, we feasted.Then we continued ourjourney.I drank much for theKur seemed hurried.Surely he knew that one should move only at night, and yetthe beast seemed tireless, and would press me on, as though I needed neitherfood nor sleep.Did he not know I was not a Kur? He, shielded by the fur, wasless exposed to the sun.He would move day and night, but I could not.Impatiently, he would crouch near me, when I fell to the sand, to sleep.Hewould, in an Ahn, awaken me, and point to the sun.Yet I did not think hewished to tell me the hour of the day, but call my attention to the passage oftime.He seemed hurried.Surely even for his mighty body the heat, the sun,the scarcity of water, the scarcity of food, must have taken dreadful toll.Attimes his wounds must have tormented him.Twice I saw him lick bloody crustsfrom their eruptions.Yet, slowly, as though by force of will, he moved on.Iwas sure he would kill us both.One does not tease the desert.It isimplacable, like a stone or furnace. I need water, I told him.It had been gone, for more than a day.The Kur held up eight fingers, and pointed to the sun.file:///F|/My%20Shared%20Folder/John%20Norm.%20Gor%2010%20-%20Tribesmen%20of%20Gor.html (267 of 353) [1/21/03 7:52:05 PM]10 Tribesmen of GorI did not understand his meaning.We continued our journey.An Ahn later, nostrils distended, head to theground, he became excited.He pointed to the ground.He looked at me, asthough I must understand.I did not, of course, understand.He looked at thesun, and at me, as though weighing the values of alternative courses ofaction.Then he swiftly departed from his original direction.I realized,several Ahn later, that he was following an animal trail, the odors of whichmy senses were not keen enough to detect.We fell on our bellies before thefoul water, stinking with excrement, and drank, and again I filled the bag.There was a half-eaten tabuk by the water hole.The Kur warned me from certainpieces of the meat, smelling it.Other pieces, farther from the eaten areas,more exposed to the sun, he gave me.He himself broke free a haunch and, withswift motions, with his teeth, holding it, ripped the dry meat from the bone.The Kur motioned me to my feet.We must again proceed.Fed, watered, Ifollowed him, though each step because of my exhaustion, was torture.He returned to his original trail, from which he made his detour, andcontinued his march.The next morning he pointed to the sun, and held up seven fingers before me.But be let me sleep, in the shelter of a rock, while he watched.That night weagain began the trek.The rest did me much good.The next morning he pointedto the sun, and held up six fingers before me.His rendezvous, I gathered,whatever it might be, must be accomplished within six days.It was for thatreason that he had been driving us both.Water became more scarce.The Kur began to move more slowly, and drank more.I think its wounds hadbegun to tell upon it.No longer did it seem willing to risk leaving the trailto hunt for water.It was becoming a desperate beast.It feared, I gathered,missing its rendezvous.It had not counted on its own weakness.The leather Iwore about my feet was in tatters, but in the footprints of the Kur there wasblood.It moved on, indomitably.Then the water was gone.That morning the Kur had pointed to the sun and held up four fingers.We went a day without water.In a place, on the next day, we found flies, swarming, over parched earth.There,file:///F|/My%20Shared%20Folder/John%20Norm.%20Gor%2010%20-%20Tribesmen%20ofPage 188 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html%20Gor.html (268 of 353) [1/21/03 7:52:05 PM]10 Tribesmen of Gor with his great paws, slowly, painfully, the Kur dug.Morethan four feet below the surface be found mud.We strained this through thesilk I had had tied to my wrist, into his cupped paws.He gave me almost allof this water.He licked from his moistened palms only what I had left, Inanother place, that night, we found a narrow channel of baked mud, the driedbed of a tiny, vanished stream, of the sort which in the winter, should itrain, carries water for a few days.We followed this to a shallow, dried pool.Digging here we found dormant snails.In the moonlight we cracked, the shells,sucking out the fluid.It stank.Only at first did I vomit.Again the Kur gave me almost the entire bounty of this find.Then we couldfind no more.We retraced our steps to the point at which we had left the trail, andcontinued our journey [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]