Capítulo 26: Shelter in caves to escape danger.
Mr. Philip said, "All right. Let's go."
Our journey to the city of the sun began.
Mr. Philip said, "Wouldn't the people of your country be angry if you showed us the way?"
Tell me, is it foreign?
If this news is published, my life will go.
Will life go on?
Of course.
The only punishment for treason in this country is the death penalty. I will be taken prisoner to the temple in the city of the sun. Then the high priest will come and tear my heart alive and give me a gift in front of the sun god.
What a defeat!
Are these barbaric practices still in this country?
I knew that the winds of the twentieth century had come and made you civilised.
What do you mean, foreign? Are you saying that red people were uncivilised before white people came to this country?
No-no, I'm not saying that. I keep track of your old history. I know of your Mystic and Inca civilization. The ruins of the great mosques, temples, and palaces that your ancestors built centuries ago are still scattered throughout South America. The wonderful sculptures that your artists have created have not lost their form today. But how can I call you rude? The society and civilization of the great cities that your ancestors built were well developed. There was no shortage of their religion and art. But we have to admit that some of their customs are so cruel.
We also know something about you foreigners.
Didn't the priests in Europe show cruelty in the name of religion?
Got it.
You are talking about equation. But that custom is no more.
You are forgetting that there is no modern religion in Sun City. This is the dreamland of the past in the lap of the present. The modern age has deprived us of freedom. Our religion, language, literature have all been taken away. That is why we have secretly built this sun city in the depths of the forest behind the mountains.
Got it Ripvan, got it.
Aren't you afraid to take such a big risk as our guide?
Fear?
Yes,it's doing.
But what is the way?
My own people threw me in the lap of death and fled. Today, if you save your life despite being an enemy. How can I forget such great benefits? So I will secretly help you and make my way home before anyone understands.
Ripvan is leading the way, but only he knows what he is doing.
We can't see the line anywhere. Only mountains, forests, valleys, valleys, rivers and waterfalls.
Moving from morning to evening, we humans did not get a response from a distant creature. It is like a cursed abandoned province. Everyone is afraid to step here.
Mr.Philip said, "I've come a long way, but I don't think anyone has a look at us."
Ripvan smiled dryly and said, "Wrong foreign mistake. You can't see any creature here from the outside, but I know the secret of this deadly path. We are not a single amount in the team. That is why they have left our path without any dispute. "
We consider the tiger and the python as enemies. If they fall in front of us, they are in danger.
But who knows how much more horror there is in the forest.
I still understand that you could not forget the ghost people?
Please don't mention their names anymore.
It's evening.
It will be dark now. And the ones you name are nocturnal. If he remembers the name, he may be defeated now.
The sound of drums could be heard from a distance before Ripvan could finish his speech.
There is no response from the people here. Who plays the drums?
I said, "Colonel, the sound of that drum is not a good sign."
Mr. Colonel tied up. Philip said, "I have travelled a lot in the forests of America, Africa, Java, etc. Everywhere I have seen the sound of the drum as a telegram to the primitive inhabitants of the forest. The sound of the drum is not meaningless. There is no sign language in it that we do not understand. - Sends news to the villagers. See how Ripvan's face has turned white like death. Surely he has understood the language of drum."
Ripvan looked like a still body. Our existence is forgotten.
Philip came forward and put one hand on his shoulder.
"We're caught," he said in an almost blocked voice.
How do you know
Hearing the sound of drums.
What are you talking about?
He says, "Wake up - wake up, kill the enemy."
Then the forest is like a tomb.
It is getting dark all around.
Can't see distant view. Closer view blurred. Everything seems mysterious.
Only the sound of that distant drum has broken the silence of the deep forest.
What he doesn't want to say is - wake up, wake up, kill the enemy.
Not impossible. Why would Ripvan tell us wrong?
He knows the language of his native drum's sound.
The darker the darkness, the louder the roar of the drum.
Mr.Philip said anxiously, "The sound of the drums is coming forward gradually."
Really so.
The invisible fence of sound death from all around is getting smaller and smaller.
Sound waves are coming from all directions from east-west, north-south. The forest is trembling.
"The enemies seem to be innumerable," said the colonel.
Mr.Philip said, "Ripvan, should we finally come and die like a trapped rat? Is there no other way to escape?"
"There's a way, but ..." Ripvan said half-heartedly.
But why stop saying? But what if life is in danger again?
But he is that great holy place. Infidel foreigners are not allowed there.
Is this your gratitude Ripvan? We will die and you will stand and watch?
Don't forget foreigners, those who are playing drums will not please me either. I am a traitor.
Then why are you so hesitant? Save us and save your own life.
Foreigners, if we take refuge in one place, we can live, but if we take you there, both my life and the hereafter will be ruined.
Well foreign so be it. One sin brings another sin. I will not think about myself anymore. Come with me.
I saw a high hill in front of the torch light. Ripvan is going up a very narrow path. There is no place for the two of them on the way.
We also started to get up from behind.
Forty-fifty dhakas are still coming forward shouting.
After ten minutes, Ripvan stood up and said, "Here's our shelter."
He put his hand on a place on the hill.
We looked around and saw the light of the torch, but we could see nothing but the smooth and solid wall of the mountain.
Mr. Philip said, "Where is the shelter?" There is no room for gossip here. On the other hand, the enemy came to the bottom of the hill. "
Surely there was a spy. I don't know what Ripvan did with his hands on the hill. But suddenly the two big stones moved away and a huge doorway was created.
Ripvan said solemnly, "Foreigner, look inside."
When the torch light came on, I went inside and stood like a pillar. Excited about everything, I saw 8-10 statues of red people sitting motionless with their bodies covered. The chest trembled at the sight of their faces. My whole being was stunned to see the calm people of that stone. I could not utter a single word.
Then a companion shouted from behind, "Oh, Dad, I'm in the grip of a ghost."
I was stunned by his loud screams.
Mr.Philip said, "Ripvan, did you trap us in the enemy?"
I quickly picked up the gun. Ripvan grabbed my hand and refused to shoot.
Then he turned to Philip and said, "Foreigners, they are not our enemies. And they are not living people."
What does that mean?
They are mummy.
Mummy!
Why foreign? Don't you know that in this country, as in Egypt, it was customary to dry the dead?
These are the corpses of our ancestors. This cave is an ancient tomb cave.
A little farther on, thousands of unbroken corpses can be found in the deep darkness of this huge cave.
Each of these corpses was formerly a chief, some Inca, some a minister. Some are high commanders, some are high priests.
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