The History of Gragorgix: An Epic Journey of Discovery, Invention and Adventure

By Derek Trevor Rowswell

A fictional planet of three countries, developing from the Cave Man era through to a civilization, capable of firing objects into orbit around the planet, for future readers. When this book was written, some of the technology (suggested) did not exist.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing Africa
• Release date: Feb 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9781482805673

Derek Trevor Rowswell

I am the editor of the book “The History of Gragorgix,” having obtained the text from an ancient version of English. Since this discovery, I have had the desire to publish it for the world to consume. Now, in 2015, this desire is reaching fruition. I live in South Africa, in a small coastal holiday resort town of Port Alfred, midway between the cities of Port Elizabeth and East London. Nearby is the university city of Grahamstown of 1820 Settler Fame, just sixty kilometers inland. I have always been interested in books, being an avid collector and reader of mostly nonfiction. Among the earliest fiction readings was the enjoyment of the “Lord of the Rings” and “The Hobbit.”

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PART 1

The Land of Gra

CHAPTER 1

The City Of Bve

T he sun commenced it’s daily descent towards the nearby mountains, their peaks thrust out ready to hide it from the eyes of the plain. The shadows gradually crept nearer, covering the foothills on which tall trees stood stiffly to attention and only whispered their dissatisfaction to the afternoon breeze. Below the foothills, the land slid out from under the trees and glided gently towards the distant river, the River Gresh, faintly discernible as a dark blue thread against the background of sunlit trees on the far bank.

On the plain below the tree line, the ground was carpeted with short green grass over most of the area. Here and there, patches of longer purple grass blended to form obscure patterns on the gently undulating surface of the plain. Small clumps of Va bushes stood at about waist height, spreading their long thin but leafy branches in a graceful arc so that their tips touched the ground. Small pink and white flowers, hiding amongst the black leaves, were folding up for the night.

Similarly amongst the grasses, the larger red and yellow flowers made way for the night guard of luminous green and purple blooms, now stretching their petals in the gathering shadow.

Up the foothills, a tall thin athletic figure carefully picked his way along the gentle slopes. He appeared to be about middle aged and a dark complexion showed many days spent under the sun. Dark yellow eyes shone out from a narrow face, topped by a crop of black hair that hung down on either side of his head. A straight narrow nose, thin straight mouth and slightly jutting chin gave him an expression of great determination.

He was garbed in the simple clothing of the hunters, consisting of an animal skin with a hole roughly in the middle for putting one’s head through. The part that hung down in front was taken between the legs and up the back to waist level, where it was tied around the front in the manner of a belt.

His feet were shod with flexible bark and fastened by means of vines. A neatly rolled animal skin sleeping bag was slung across his shoulders and a short wooden spear rested easily in his left hand.

Seen from a distance he would have been taken for a normal hunter, but at closer range, a stained green design, depicting a large valley and river, could be seen on both the back and front of his dress. Strange letters spelling out the name ‘Gresh’ were printed under the design.

The hunter’s route followed the bank of a small mountain stream on which a well-defined path had been worn. The stream was fast becoming a mere trickle as the path wound higher and higher. Presently the hunter stopped to wash his face and take a drink for the last time before the stream disappeared completely. The water was clear and refreshing, bouncing happily over the rocks away from the underground pools of the mountains, which kept it captive. The hunter raised himself from the ground where he had taken a few moments’ rest and momentarily looked out across the plain.

The dark shadows of the peaks thrust their way like giant spears into the distance. Far away to the south could be seen the darkening waters of the sea or lake, it was not known which. In the distant east, a forest covered the unknown land across the river Gresh.

The small birds and forest animals were returning to their nests, so with a set pace our hunter turned and moved on briskly up the path. He was now well above the tree line and the path was becoming steeper at each step. The little stream had disappeared amongst the wet rocks some distance below.

As he neared the crest of the ridge, a party of hunters appeared on the path above him, travelling down the slope. They clustered together for a rapid consultation as they spied the lone hunter. Suddenly, as he drew nearer, they all bowed their heads against the shafts of their spears, which they now held vertically in front of them.

Yye Exnif, Chief of Gresh! The hunters of the fourth Bev group bid you good afternoon!

Yye fourth group, Exnif wishes you good hunting! Exnif replied, doing likewise with his spear. The formalities over, the conversation continued in more relaxed tones.

It’s some time since I was last in Bve, so I’ll need some directions to get to Vin’s cave, Exnif asked. I expect the place has changed?

He’s on the fourth level at the far end of the valley. The levels are all numbered. All you need do is stay on this path until you reach the correct sign. You’ll pass two major valleys branching off before you get to his cave. You can’t miss it for the massive rock at his entrance.

Yes, I remember the rock. Thanks. I won’t make it before nightfall, but I should at least find the correct level before it’s too dark to read the signs.

Exnif waved his spear in parting and scrambled to the crest of the ridge. Another path, presumably running the length of the crest, joined with his and the going became easier as he threaded his way on the northerly course it took. The ground became more rocky, but all difficult obstructions had been removed by chipping away or filling in, indicating that civilisation was not far ahead. Only the shorter green grass managed to secure a precarious foothold up here, and vast patches filled the spaces between the rocks like a sea.

Suddenly, the crest of the ridge rose up in a towering wall ahead, running roughly from south to north. The path slipped around the western side of this wall bringing a new valley into sight and finally hiding the large expanse of the Bev Plain which had been in Exnif’s view for most of the day.

The new valley was vastly different. At the bottom of a steep bank, a large stream flowed, which Exnif knew was the upper reaches of the Bve River. On the far side of the stream, another steep bank rose up to a tremendous height and three terraces, each topped by a row of vertical cliffs followed the contours along that side of the valley. This gorge persisted for about a thousand paces, winding slowly. The slope on the western bank became more gradual as the river made a wide turn to the west. The towering cliff wall on the eastern side continued northwards for a while and then also swung westwards, climbing irregularly towards the summit of Mount Bve.

A long wide valley running east to west, was bounded by the towering wall on the eastern side, the slopes of Mount Bve on the northern side and the terraces and cliffs on the southern side. Two large sub-valleys branched off to the north-east and north-west of the main valley and countless smaller valleys from these again.

The sun was now well on it’s way down and fast disappearing behind the distant ridge of the Ax mountains ÿ Ax mountains, casting the western edge of the valley into gloomy darkness. In contrast, the giant peak of Mount Bve and the top of the irregular ridge caught the last rays and poured them down the western slopes like erupting volcanoes.

On the eastern slopes of the valley, now lit by the setting sun, Exnif could make out five terraces, spaced at irregular intervals and roughly following the contours of the ridge. Above and below each terrace and sunk at irregular intervals were multitudes of caves of all shapes and sizes. Both terraces and caves disappeared up the branches in the valley and faithfully reappeared again on the far sides, still following the contours.

Exnif knew that these terraces continued all along the eastern, northern and western slopes, although the latter were now covered in darkness and could not be seen.

He approached a fork in the path, one route turning down the slope towards the stream and the other continuing to climb the ridge from terrace to terrace. At the fork, a rock with a smooth face and bearing strange characters, announced ‘Bve Yye’, ‘Bve greets you’, or in other words, ‘Welcome to Bve’. Smaller notice stones indicated the way to ‘level one’.

Exnif continued up the climbing path. Far below, he could see the lower path reach the stream and follow it for a while before dividing again. One path continued along the bank while the other crossed to the far side via neatly arranged stepping-stones. This was something new to Exnif, but as he had said, it was some time since he had last been in Bve. He wondered what else had changed.

He passed the old Arrar tree, a tall spreading tree with a very thick trunk and branches, which ended in a multitude of fine twigs, sprouting long pointed leaves. These trees were not very common, even in the great forests, but up in the mountains they were extremely rare indeed. This particular specimen had been planted by the people of Bve in the very old days, for some obscure reason, which Exnif could not remember. It was an impressive sight nonetheless, for it towered above the few smaller trees that managed to grow in the town.

Exnif now reached the first caves. There was little activity. Most of the residents were probably having their evening meal inside. Here and there, some were sitting at the entrances, enjoying the last rays of the sun. Several were working on the appearance of their caves, chipping off pieces of rock or adding branches and coloured skins. Others were tending small gardens of flowers and edible roots obtained from the large Bve Plain below the mountains. He returned greetings with a passing wave, most dwellers not recognising his identity in the gathering dusk.

Children were travelling between the terraces by means of suitably placed tree trunks, which could be scaled in the manner of ladders. Their day’s play over, they were returning home. He met several along the path and they nodded greetings obediently and raced off to tell their parents the tale of meeting a stranger with painted clothes.

Presently the path became narrower as the slope up the ridge became steeper. In places, it had been widened by cutting away into the face of the steep slope. In very narrow places, a guard-rail of branches was provided.

The path led ever at an angle upward and soon Exnif crossed one of the many streams running down the slope. In most cases, stepping-stones had been provided, but the larger, deeper streams were crossed by bridges of tree trunks.

Exnif passed the terraces of the second and third levels and finally reached his destined fourth level, identified by a marked stone. The terrace was typical of all the terraces, being wide and grass covered in most places, with a few a bushes scattered around and even fewer trees of a type which Exnif could not identify in the dark. The sun and twilight had now completely disappeared and seeing that no moon would be out that night, Exnif had to make slow progress by the light of the stars.

In some places, the terrace became so narrow that is was no more than a ledge. Guard-rails prevented him from straying over the edge. At one point, a tunnel had been hewn out of the rock to provide a thoroughfare.

Progress was slow and it was well toward the middle of the night that Exnif identified an enormous rock at the entrance to a group of caves. The whole settlement was silent as he slowly made his way off the path toward this rock. In the starlight, he could barely make out the silhouette of a guard perched comfortably on top of it.

The guard suddenly disappeared and a challenge rang out: Come no nearer! State your identity and business!

It is I, Exnif, Chief of Gresh, come to visit Chief Vin.

The guard reappeared. Yye Exnif, unfortunately Vin has retired. He’s been expecting you all this week but wasn’t sure of the day. You must be tired and hungry after your journey. Allow me to offer you something to eat and a bed in the guard cave.

The guard moved off to a small cave nearer the path. Exnif followed as best he could over the uneven ground.

When he had caught up, the guard was busy unfastening a skin doorway, which sealed the entrance to a cave. At last, he drew aside the flap and entered. From inside the cave issued the sounds of snoring. As the starlight filtered through the entrance, Exnif could make out two figures asleep on beds placed along the right hand wall. On the left were two empty beds.

One of the men stirred as they entered: Surely it’s not time for my duty yet, he muttered.

Not yet, replied the guard, but it’s near by my judgement of the number of heartbeats elapsed since sunset, whispered the first guard. I have here Chief Exnif from Gresh. He’s to sleep here for the rest of the night.

Yye Exnif! saluted the aroused guard, rising from the bed.

No, don’t rise for me, Exnif whispered, You are excused from saluting.

I must get up anyway, the sentry replied, my duty will start soon and I want a bite to eat first. Return to your post Letif, I’ll get Exnif some food.

The first guard slipped out into the darkness. The awoken guard, who introduced himself as Toren guard (Graian) ÿ Toren, groped his way to the back of the cave and could faintly be heard scratching around in the darkness.

Exnif sat down on the bundles of grass, which had been laid across a framework of springy Va bush branches, thereby forming the bed. Presently Toren returned bearing two pieces of bark, one of which he handed to Exnif. On the bark, which served as a plate, was a meal consisting of a piece of dried meat, the bulb of an Ety flower and the juicy leaf of a Wu bush Wu bush.

Toren finished his meal rapidly and strode to the entrance, which had been left open. He studied the stars and announced: midnight approaches, I must be off. Leave the door open, Letif will close it when he comes in.

Wearily Exnif thanked the guard and finished his meal, placing the plate on a little ledge, which ran around the wall. He removed his shoes and placed his sleeping bag on the floor. He would not need it, for it was warm in the cave, even at that high altitude. It was mid-summer. He lay back on top of the bed and the weariness of the last three-day’s travelling overtook him, plunging him into an instant deep sleep. He did not even hear Letif enter the cave a few moments after and close the flap.

When Exnif awoke, the morning light was flowing in a stream through the open doorway. Nearby the sounds of birds twittering and the conversations of people on the footpath filtered up to him. Both Toren and Letif were asleep on the beds opposite him and there was no sign of the third guard, he presumably being on duty.

Exnif could now see that the cave extended for a depth of about five paces. From the entrance, the floor sloped gently upward to the centre of the cave, where it was level for a short distance and then sloped upward again to the rear. It was clear to see that the caves had been formed by water seeping through the rocks above. Over the ages, it had washed out all the softer types of rock. As the process continued, the whole mountainside had become a veritable honeycomb.

The floor of the cave must have all been sloping at one time, but this had now been chipped level and a carpet of hairy skins covered it. The walls and roof had been smoothed and covered with a dark brown substance, which Exnif knew to be the mixture of two types of clay. A small ledge ran around the walls and a cavity in the back wall provided a cool place for storing food.

The cave was simply decorated. Apart from the beds, the only furniture was a bench, carved out of a log and placed lengthways across the cave, behind the region of the beds. A narrow space between it and the walls gave access to the pantry.

Against the wall, near the door, was an enormous slate on which several names had been written with a chalk-like stone. It was obviously the duty roster. On the wall behind the guards’ beds hung a hairless skin, stained with a map of Bve. On his side of the cave, Exnif noted another indicating the layout of a large multi cavity cave, presumably Vin’s.

The visiting Chief rose from the bed, put on his shoes and strode to the door. The sun had not yet fully cleared the top of the eastern ridge, but the valley was already a hive of activity. Men and women were climbing up and down the ladders between terraces and strolling along the paths. Some carried skins, logs, stones and other raw materials, whilst others were empty-handed. Others carried bundles of completed articles such as garments, shoes, spears, tools etc. Groups of children collected at mouths of certain caves and others were high up on the slopes, playing in the streams.

Now that it was daylight, Exnif could see that the trees, he could not identify the night before, were in fact a few poor specimens of the Teyay tree of a medium height with long drooping branches, nearly all of which branched from the top of the single trunk. At this time of the year these trees were leafless and did little to add to the beauty of the scenery.

Several caves had well tended gardens and both day and night flowers graced the colourful terraces. In the distance, Exnif could see the narrow entrance to the valley and the old Arrar tree standing out like a mountain peak. In the river below the tree, both men and women were doing their washing, the place having been set aside for that purpose so as not to spoil the upper streams’ drinking water. Not far from this spot, in the lower reaches of a tributary, people were having baths in a large shallow pool. This they did cautiously, for swimming had not been discovered.

On the far side of the river, along the grassy slopes and stretching the full length of the valley, lay the modern part of Bve City (Graian) Bve. There were no caves, but houses of rocks and stones abounded on the slope. These were dwellings built in the manner to which Exnif was accustomed at his own town of Gresh.

Towards the western end of the valley, both the caves and houses stretched upstream as far as the next bend in the river. Men could be seen working at the face of a rock quarry and a chain of people could be seen moving rocks to the caves of the stonewrights, who would then chip them into useful shapes. Above the quarry, a narrow path could be seen fading into the distance in the direction of the towering Ax plateau.

Exnif stepped out into the morning sunshine and turned once more to the big cave. On the massive rock could be seen a mountain and setting sun motif. Below that, letters spelled out the name ‘Bve’. Underneath, more writing proclaimed the dwelling of Chief Vin, Chief of the city of Bve and overall Chief of the country of Gra.

The guard spotted Exnif immediately and gave him the formal salute. Yye Exnif, Chief Vin is expecting you. You may enter!

Apparently Toren had already informed the day guard of his arrival and this news had been relayed to Chief Vin when he awoke.

The guard stepped aside and Exnif ducked under the overhanging rock to pass through the entrance.

CHAPTER 2

An Uproar in Vin’s Cave

I t took a few heartbeats before Exnif’s eyes grew accustomed to the dim light within the entrance. The first cavity formed an entrance hall, carpeted with a magnificent stained rug. The design of the mountains was prominent and surrounded by others of hunting scenes.

Along the walls ran a narrow ledge containing a gutter, which formed a window box. In this, rows of luminous night plants grew to provide a low level of lighting.

Above the ledge hung other skins, stained with strange designs, the significance of which Exnif knew not. On the left hand wall was one depicting logs floating down a river with what appeared to be several bags tied to them. On the right hand wall was another of men, women and children with sacks on their backs, moving out of a forest and what appeared to be an angry man watching them go. There were other paintings of great age and very primitive art.

Ahead was the opening to another cavity, through which Exnif could see more luminous flowers. At that moment the cave keeper entered from another small cavity in the left-hand corner.

Yye Exnif! If you’d be so kind as to follow me, I’ll take you to Vin.

He turned and disappeared through the centre cavity. As Exnif followed, he noted that this was in fact a passage that climbed steeply. Stairs had been cut to facilitate the climb and presently they came to what appeared to be a dead end. It was only when the keeper turned onto a narrow ledge on the side wall that Exnif saw that there was another tunnel running back above the one through which they had just passed and was reached by the ledge cut into the side wall. At the far end of the upper tunnel he saw a bright light which from its brilliance could only be daylight.

They entered another cave from the rear and saw that it had an opening to the outside. The keeper stood aside and announced: Chief Exnif enters!

Chief Vin was sitting with his back to the far wall, the light from the opening falling at his side. He wore a similar garment to Exnif but stained instead with the motif of Bve. As Vin rose unsteadily to his feet, Exnif noted that he was beginning to bear his age with some difficulty. His complexion was very pale and his face and hands bore traces of wrinkles. He no longer stood tall and had a tired look in his eyes.

Yye Exnif! he greeted unsteadily, It’s been some time since we were last together. I forget the occasion…

Yye Vin! Yes, it was when you came to Gresh to introduce the teaching system. But what is the matter with you? I might say that you’re not looking at all fit. Why, you’re only a few years older than I and you certainly don’t look it!

Don’t I? Well it can’t be helped I suppose, sitting here day after day dealing with complaints and problems is enough to tire anyone out, but before we go any further, can I offer you something to eat?

"No thanks, the guards gave me a meal last night so I’m not that hungry at the moment.

Some Wu bush juice then?

Thanks, that would go down well.

Vin strode to the tunnel entrance and gave a piercing whistle. A few moments later the keeper appeared and Vin turned to him:

Send up two Wu juices, please.

At once Sir! the keeper responded, disappearing again through a different exit.

In the meantime Exnif was taking stock of his surroundings. He noted that the opening to the outside was protected by a guard-rail made of branches and after peering out, he determined the reason why. The opening was in the face of a vertical cliff with the main cave entrance at least ten paces below. Exnif drew back from the rail and turned his attention to the interior.

The cave was roughly elliptical in shape with the entrance from the passage in the middle. Another opening through which the keeper had exited was near the end where Vin had been sitting. The opening to the outside ran virtually the full length of the cave and wooden posts with rolled up skins were provided to close up the opening during the rainy season.

In the centre of the room was a solid Arrar log on which a smooth top had been carved in the manner of a table. On either side of this, smaller logs had been placed in the manner of benches. This was obviously the council table. At the top end of the room was a small log on which the Chief had been sitting and to which he now returned. At the opposite end of the room, beyond the council table, were vast piles of the thin paper-like bark of the Teyay tree, obviously records of some kind.

Well, what is it you came to see me about? Is it important enough for me to call my assistants together, or shall I be able to handle it myself? the Chief inquired, looking at Exnif uneasily.

You’d better summon them, as well as every wise man in Bve, for it’s a matter of great importance. If I read the signs correctly you must be having the same problem here in Bve and already know the reason for my visit.

The Chief suddenly paled and avoided Exnif’s eye. He seemed relieved when the attendant, bearing the insignia of a foot on his garments, entered with two hollowed out wooden containers containing the Wu juice.

Messenger, send out for all my assistants as well as Otor. Also Kirim of the Trees, he added as an afterthought.

The messenger placed the containers on the table and with a respectful shake of his head, ran through the opening to the stairs.

Vin hung his head for a moment then slowly raised his eyes to meet those of Exnif. I’m afraid I have failed, he sighed, both I and the assistant rulers of Bve! Yes I’ve had word from the hunters about the food supplies becoming alarmingly low, but we’ve been unable to solve the problem.

Then our problems aren’t exactly the same, for our supplies are still plentiful, but there’s something happening that’s making them more difficult to get. I’ll explain this at the council, Exnif replied seating himself at the table and taking a sip of his juice.

Look Exnif, Vin said with slow determination, I’m afraid I’ll have to be frank with you. He sighed and continued: I’ve been keeping this back from the people, although they’ve now got to hear about it from the hunters, no doubt. I’ve been allaying their fears by promising animals hunted on the Gresh Plain as soon as we could organise it. Only I have known that there’s also a shortage at Gresh.

Vin again hung his head, and then suddenly he drained his Wu juice, slowly replacing the container on the table. He spoke again: I devised this hunting system, he said, and am solely to blame now that it’s gone wrong. I will resign my Chieftainship at this meeting! We’ll have to abandon our development programme completely and go back to our old ways, he added sadly.

No, Vin, Exnif replied, placing his hand on the older man’s shoulder. You’ve done well not to alarm the people. I don’t believe that going back to the old ways would change matters, however we’ll see at the meeting. This is the first time…

Yye Vin, assistant Fee enters! interrupted the keeper. A middle-aged man entered the cavity and both Vin and Exnif rose.

I came as soon as I got your message, he nodded to Vin, then greeted Exnif in the accustomed manner.

Take a seat Fee, Vin suggested, the others will be along presently. Thereupon Fee complied and started to exchange hunting tales with Exnif.

Throughout the morning, the other Assistant Rulers arrived. These were men who saw it fit to serve their Chief and through achievement rose to a supervisory level, handling the distribution of food and the other activities of the city.

Each had to pass very demanding tests before they could hold these posts and they received no extra benefits above that which the ordinary people had. These men were respected and trusted everywhere.

At last everyone had arrived, including the young genius Otor, who, although not an assistant ruler, was well on his way to becoming one.

Also, much to everyone’s’ surprise, a young girl, Kirim of the Trees was present. Little was known about her by most people, for she did not live in the caves, but in a small forest en route to the Ax plateau.

Vin rose from where he was seated at the head of the table. Yye, he greeted, this is probably going to be one of the most important meetings ever held in the land of Gra! he announced.

But first, he continued, let it be said that I’ve failed as a ruler and hereby wish to pass the post on to someone more worthy! Let the meeting decide who it’ll be!

There followed a roar of protest and disorganised babbling by those present at the table, but this persisted only for a moment, for Exnif had sprung up onto the table at this announcement and now held his hand over his mouth as a call for silence.

Servants of Gra, he announced, let me introduce you to Vin, a man you all believe you know, but of whom you know very little. Before there were such positions as Assistant Rulers, there was only one Chief, and many of you’ll remember Vin’s father was such a Chief. Everything he commanded was carried out without question.

Vin glanced at Exnif with a curious expression on his face, but said nothing. Exnif ignored the glance and continued. "Although Vin’s father was a wise man and never did anything to cause himself to be disliked, not all rulers would necessarily be the same. Vin realised this and set about giving anyone an opportunity to become a ruler, if they could prove themselves worthy. When his father died and he became Chief, Vin implemented his system.

First he realised that Gresh was too far away for him to be in touch with the everyday problems of the people there and he appointed me to be Chief of that region, together with other assistant rulers who were emerging."

Vin started to protest, but Exnif gave him a silencing glance and continued:

"At this time everyone was looking after themselves. Each family had their hunter upon whom the duty fell of supplying enough food to sustain them. You may imagine the chaos as every Nyed, Tror and Farnit. (We would say Tom, Dick and Harry) went about trying to hunt their animals independently and getting in each other’s way. The hunters would return with about a week’s supply of food, all that a single man could carry. And because of the distance from Bve to the Bve Plain hunting grounds, no sooner than he’d returned, he would have to set off again for the following week’s supply! Consequently, he was seldom home. Family life suffered as well as the state of the caves, which remained little more than they were, a hole in the ground.

Then Vin introduced the Group Hunting System whereby one third of the hunters went out in organised parties and were able to obtain enough supplies for the entire city for one week. This meant that two thirds of the hunters could remain at home for two weeks before it was their turn to hunt. Families became happier and interests in other fields developed. People had more time to get their caves in order and tend their gardens and thus you have the beautiful city you see today, with safe paths to tread, flowering gardens, adequate clothing and comfortable caves."

Exnif paused. The entire council was staring at him attentively, hanging on his every word.

Furthermore, he continued, "as our way of life became more complicated, it became necessary to communicate in writing. Without going into great detail, after the alphabet had been developed by Otor here, for signalling purposes between groups of hunters, Vin decided to have the old language adapted around the alphabet to form a new language. This language was to be taught so that all could read and write. Vin organised schools where not only language was taught, but also the new activities that were developing, such as carving, making garments etc. This is the man who, after all these achievements, today says that he has failed!

He says this because he’s been unable to find a solution to the food shortage problem, which is now developing. If this man can be considered to have failed, then we’ve all failed!"

Exnif stepped off the table and sat down. An uproar broke out. There were many shouts of approval of Vin’s Chieftainship as well as heated arguments as to who was to blame for the food shortage. The uproar lasted a few moments during which time Otor climbed onto the table. The council again fell silent.

Yes, we have all failed, at least so far, he said slowly, but Chief Vin is no more to blame for the food shortage than anyone in Gra. I believe it would’ve happened in spite of his hunting system, probably even more so, and I declare my fullest confidence in Vin!

Yye Vin, Chief of Gra! was the simultaneous response of the entire council. This was followed by everyone rising, and again repeating the salute, heads bowed in Vin’s direction.

Finally Vin rose slowly from his seat and the council members hastily re-seated themselves.

It seems to me, Vin said looking at Exnif, that I’ve a good friend who has a way with words. If it’s the feeling of the entire council that I should remain Chief, then I’ll have to accept. However, as far as the food shortage is concerned, to say that I’ve no idea what to do about it would indeed mean that I’ve failed. I therefore say, let’s all sit down and not leave this cave until we’ve at least an idea on how to go about clearing the situation up!

A cheer echoed from the table, a loud cheer, so loud it must have been heard clear across the valley. The curious faces of the keeper and messengers peered cautiously around the tunnel entrance.

CHAPTER 3

A Vague Past

T he council settled down to order once more. For the benefit of Exnif, I’ll outline the problem as we’ve experienced it here in Bve commenced Vin in a calm voice. Up until the beginning of this year, our hunters on the Bve Plain were having tremendous success. Operating in groups of about twenty and signalling to other groups with alphabetic flags, large herds of animals could be surrounded and plenty of supplies flowed in. Since Exnif’ is a hunter himself, I need not elaborate on the hunting procedures, but will continue directly with the problem. Gradually the hunters had to travel further and further afield to find herds, and the herds they found were getting smaller and smaller. The situation at present is that the entire hunting party has to search the Bve Plain from top to bottom in order to find only a few isolated herds.

Exnif nodded and looked around the table of grim faces waiting expectantly for his reply, as if it would bring some solution to the problem.

He turned to Exnif Exnif will now give an account of what’s happening on the Gresh Plain.

People, he stated, "the Gresh Plain is much smaller than the Bev and it’s thus a lot easier to follow what’s happening to the herds. There still appear to be plenty of animals, but whereas they were once easily surrounded by the party of hunters and taken by surprise. They’ve now taken to travelling in smaller herds which split up even further at the slightest sign of an attack by the hunters. The animals slip off individually in different directions, thus escaping the hunters’ attempts to herd them all together.

Another perplexing matter is that they’ve lately been disappearing into the forests, something that’s not happened in the past. It’s difficult for the hunting parties to follow them through the dense undergrowth and there are plenty of hiding places." Exnif raised his hand to indicate he had finished speaking.

Otor nodded, What does Nir, the genius of Gresh have to say about this? he inquired.

It’s not exactly Nir’s field, he being more interested in transportation. As you all know, he was responsible for devising the method of bringing back the hunted animals on a vine net slung between two poles and carried by only four hunters. I have discussed the disappearance of the herds with him, and he’s of the opinion that the animals may be crossing the river!

There were mutters of surprise at this statement, from various parts of the table.

But surely that’s impossible? asked the Head Water Supplier.

For us maybe, but Nir believes that the animals may be able to float safely on the water like logs.

That can’t be the case on the Bve Plain. There are no trees on the Gresh River bank and anyone would certainly see the animals if they floated across, replied a senior hunter. I’m not referring to the Gresh River, Exnif explained. That’s certainly too wide for anything to cross. No, I’m referring to another small river along the eastern border of the Gresh Plain which my hunters came across whilst pursuing animals into the forest which borders it. This river seems a little too deep to attempt to wade.

I’ve never heard of this river before, stated a young assistant, tell us more.

It appears to run between the Gresh River and the northern sea, although we’ve not fully explored it since the undergrowth is impossibly dense. It’s a strange river, for after we found it, it’s been reported to have changed the direction of its flow several times!

At this there were gasps of disbelief.

"We’ve called it ‘Resy yla Net’ or ‘River flows backwards’, but most people simply call it ‘Net’.

Vin interrupted This is all very interesting, but we seem to be straying from the subject.

Otor spoke: I believe the same thing that’s happening on the Gresh Plain is happening here on the Bve Plain. The herds are splitting up and managing to avoid the hunting parties. The animals simply move around until they find a place where they are safe, most probably in the forests.

This appeared to be the unanimous conclusion drawn by the council and they all wagged their heads in agreement.

You therefore maintain that the number of animals is as large as ever? confirmed Vin.

More or less, asserted Otor. Obviously the amount will vary from low just after a hunt, to high after they have had a chance to reproduce, which they do very fast.

As I see it, added an assistant, the problem is not therefore a lack of food, but of where it disappears to and how to prevent that happening.

That leaves us with a few alternatives stated Vin. Either we find a more effective way of hunting these animals, or we find alternative sources of food. If we get the Gresh hunters to also hunt in the north of the Bve Plain, it’ll leave less space for the animals to move in and prevent them from reaching the forest. We’re bound to catch more."

I don’t think that would be wise, suggested the Chief Hunter, these animals obviously have to be left in peace for a while in order to reproduce. If we hunt them persistently, their numbers will definitely be decreased. I don’t share Otor’s optimism that the total number of animals will remain the same.

I’m inclined to agree with you, said Exnif. A temporary solution would be to alternate the hunting on the Bve Plain and the Gresh Plain, leaving the animals on the plain not being hunted a chance to reproduce. The distance of the Gresh Plain from Bve will be a nuisance and more hunters will be away for longer, but it would still be better than the old ways.

Yes, that would be a solution, said Vin somewhat relieved, but how are we to go about hunting these animals now that they’ve become so elusive?

With both the Bve and Gresh hunters hunting on the same plain it should be possible to stop most of the animals slipping through the encirclement. True, the hunters will have to obtain enough to supply two cities, but that should be possible, Exnif replied.

What about alternative food sources? someone asked.

That’s why I’ve asked Kirim of the Trees to be here, Vin answered. Let her reply to that question."

Kirim spoke hesitantly, mixing both the new and old languages, which indicated that she was not yet fully fluent in the new language. The two were however sufficiently close enough for her to have understood all that had been said at the meeting.

My family lives in the trees and only eats the fruit of the trees. There is not much. Not enough for all Bve. We had to go far into the forest first to collect the fruit, but now we plant some of the fruit nearby and it grows into a fruit tree. Now we have many fruit trees nearby. You must do the same.

Kirim has spoken well, said Otor. A supply of fruit trees nearby would mean the hunters could hunt less. But it’ll take time to grow fruit trees so we’ll have to try Exnif’s solution to the problem as well.

Kirim spoke again, Why not plant the animals and grow them nearby like the fruit trees? she suggested.

The whole council, with the exception of the two Chiefs and Otor roared with laughter. Kirim shrank back as they rocked with mirth, but it was Otor who silenced them as he angrily jumped onto the table.

Enough! he cried. The girl may not yet have complete command of the new language, but that’s no reason to scoff. In fact she has actually thrust the spear into the heart of the problem!

The council fell back silent and Kirim’s face beamed at Otor over the rim of the table.

What Kirim meant, Otor continued, is that instead of going out to hunt the animals, we should collect them and keep them nearby where we can get to them whenever we need meat.

Chief Vin thanks Kirim of the Trees! Vin said clearly in the old language, nodding in her direction with a playful smile on his face. To Exnif it appeared as if Vin had suddenly regained some of his youth. The wrinkles seemed to have faded and he had more bounce to his voice. A light of understanding shone from his eyes.

Switching back to the new language, Vin addressed the council: This will obviously also take time. It’ll mean catching the animals alive and putting them in an area where they can’t escape. It’ll have to be a grassy area so that they can graze and it must be somewhere nearby. I suggest we adjourn now to set about organising that which we’ve already decided on. Exnif and I will return with Kirim to her home so that we can see at first hand how the fruit is planted. We’ll hold another meeting the day after tomorrow to compare notes.

I too will accompany you to Kirim’s home, said Otor, but surely we won’t leave today Sir, for the day is almost past?

Vin glanced out the opening where the afternoon was reflecting its rays off the eastern ridge.

Good grief! he exclaimed, the day is past! Those of you who can’t make it back to your own caves before nightfall are welcome to stay in the guest cavities. I’ll have meals arranged."

Kirim may stay with me if she wishes, said Otor looking at the dark haired girl admiringly. I am very interested in this story of the forest dwellers and would like to hear more about it."

It was obvious to both Vin and Exnif that Otor was probably more interested in Kirim herself than the fruit trees and they exchanged a knowing wink.

The council cave slowly emptied. Exnif went with the others who were staying the night. After a meal and a wash in a large hollowed out trunk filled with water, he retired to bed in a large cavity in the depths of the cave.

He was awakened the next morning by messengers bringing food.

You’re to meet Vin at the entrance as soon as you’re finished, he was informed.

He found Vin sitting at the edge of the big rock with his family, enjoying the sunshine. All were in a cheerful mood and were chatting excitedly about Vin’s proposed outing. Vin rose at Exnif’s appearance. We won’t waste time. I suppose you’re anxious to return to Gresh, so we’ll set off right away. We’ll find Kirim and Otor along the way.

With a cheerful wave to his wife and son, Vin led the way to the path with Exnif close on his heels. They followed the path for a short distance until they came to a small stream. The path ended a short distance ahead as a cliff barred further progress along the fourth level terrace.

Vin did not stop however, but turned to the lower side of the terrace and began to descend the tree trunk placed there for that purpose. In this manner they reached the third terrace where no cliff barred their progress. A small stream led up another valley and past the quarry where stone workers were pulling away rocks from the cracked cliff face running along the side of the stream.

Kirim and Otor appeared along the third terrace, hand in hand and greeted the two Chiefs as they approached. Then, with Kirim taking the lead they followed the path out the western side of the valley.

Presently the number of caves grew fewer and fewer and then petered out completely. The stream reduced to a trickle on the gentle slope as they continued upstream and presently a small forest came into view. The path skirted the trees and climbed in a zigzag up a shoulder of the foothills towards it. Beyond, the giant Ax plateau towered in the distance.

Kirim turned into the trees and weaved her way past the few spiky Wu bushes. Most of the trees were tysol tree, tall and straight with branches which preferred to grow vertically than horizontally. Short silver spiky leaves glittered in the sunlight, which seeped through the mesh of interleaved branches overhead.

Deeper into the forest, Exnif became aware of more and more Riolor trees, bearing long red tear drop shaped Riolor fruit. These tall trees were covered in a soft flexible bark from which shoes were made and had short, very thin branches and large hand shaped leaves. They were not very common. In fact Exnif had only seen one before, on the edge of the forest at the western end of the Gresh Plain. Some had also been reported in the forest around the recently discovered Net river.

Last night Kirim told me that these trees were planted from fruits brought from a far off place, Otor remarked. It was a bit difficult understanding her limited knowledge of the new language, but with my parents’ help translating from the old language we were able to get by. Apparently these fruits were brought here when our ancestors first moved to Bve. That seems strange to me, for I always thought that we originated from Bve and later some of the people moved to Gresh.

That’s the same as I’ve always known it, replied Exnif. I most certainly remember moving from Bve to Gresh whilst still a youngster.

This is very strange indeed, said Vin, for I too only know of our origin in Bve, but I can recall my grandfather once relating that our ancestors had come to Bve from elsewhere. Apparently the old Arrar tree was also planted at that time, for I was asking about it when he told me that tale.

As they spoke, they reached a clearing in the forest where a simple dwelling had been built with branches and covered with the wide leaves of the Riolor tree. In front sat Kirim’s father (Graian) ÿ old man enjoying the morning sun. Kirim ran forward into his open arms and greeted him, then turning toward the others, she said in the old language Father, the Chiefs have come to ask you some questions about the fruit trees.

The old man greeted each of them in turn and bade them sit on the thick carpet of leaves.

The trees here come from far off, I don’t know from where, but if you bury the fruit it will grow into another tree and bear more fruit within a year. I can let you have our excess fruit, but it’ll take a long time if you wish to feed all the people of your city. I’ve only enough trees here to feed possibly twenty families, that being the number of people who originally stayed in this forest as we do.

Do you perhaps know where we might find more of these trees in plentiful numbers?

As I’ve said, these trees come from a far off place. They were planted by my ancestors. I’ve heard tales from my grandfather that these fruits come from a far off land. This land had many fruit trees and it was rumoured that all our ancestors once lived off fruit like my family still does!

There was surprise at this, but Vin stroked his chin and mused: that would fit in with the tale I once heard about us coming to Bve from elsewhere, but continue, old man. Tell us all you know of this.

The old man hesitated I don’t know if it’s wise, he said slowly, for my grandfather was most reluctant to talk about it, saying that it was best forgotten.

This is a matter of extreme importance, explained Vin, for we’re having difficulty with our meat supplies and have need of an alternative source of food.

Exactly what my ancestors always believed! exclaimed the old man. That’s why they continued to live in the trees and not in holes in the ground like the rest of the people. It’s ridiculous to have to chase all over the countryside for your food! Well, your troubles will not be solved by trying to find the large fruit tree forests, for rumour has it that it’s no longer possible to reach them!

No longer possible! exclaimed Exnif. What’s happened that they can no longer be reached?"

The big river apparently overflowed and a created a smaller river to cut off the route back. Our past is cut off and all the better so! I see you’re disappointed at this news, for it’ll mean difficult times ahead. Our people should be able to survive on the berries from the Tysol trees and the fruit of the Arrar when it’s in season. They unfortunately don’t produce fruit continually like the Riolor. You should manage on what you can get until you have enough Riolors grown.

Exnif, who had been thinking hard for a moment, spoke: I wonder, old man, if this river you spoke about is not the river that flows backwards? That river appears to have been formed when the Gresh burst its bank.

The old man suddenly looked frightened. You’ve been to the river? he asked.

No, but some of my hunters have discovered it. They reported a few Riolor trees in that forest.

Don’t go near that river! pleaded the old man.

Why on the planet not? inquired Vin, surprised at the old man’s sudden change of attitude.

Because of the old tales! As I’ve said, the previous land is best forgotten! I will tell you no more! Do not attempt to cross the river, for if you do, things may never be the same again. The river must remain as a wall to separate us from the past, for it was written, even before our people learnt to write!

You speak in riddles old man, which I don’t understand. However, I believe we’ve no way of crossing that river anyway, even if we intended to. I thank you for your information and will send messengers to collect the excess fruit from time to time.

They prepared to leave. Otor who was the expert in the field of written language, had had his curiosity aroused by this reference to a vague past.

What a pity, he remarked, that there are no records of this. I’m curious to learn more about these old rumours and this mention of writings in the old day’s intrigues me. I wish I can find out more, but our people seem to have forgotten their past. I think I’ll stay here for a few days, if Kirim’s father will consent, and try and learn more.

Very well then, replied Vin, I’ll not expect you back in time for our meeting. You can report as soon as you get back and fill me in on anything you’ve learnt.

With a parting wave, he and Exnif turned about and strode back into the trees.

Actually, Exnif remarked, I was hoping you’d return with me to the Gresh Plain, Vin. Seeing that’s where we’ll be getting all our temporary supplies, I think you should see the plan implemented at first hand.

Vin smiled; he seemed much younger now. I can see that this is all a plot to get me out of my cave for a while, he laughed. By the planet, I think I’ll accept.

CHAPTER 4

A Trip to Gresh

T wo days later saw both Vin and Exnif heading down the path from Be (Graian) toward the tree line below. It was early morning and the sun reflected an orange glare off the distant waters of the river and lake which blinded the travellers at first, preventing them from enjoying the magnificence of the view.

During the past two days, Vin had held other meetings and it was arranged that some men would call regularly on Kirim’s father for the excess fruit. The fruit was to be planted on the mountain slope behind the modern part of Bve.

Hunters would catch a few animals alive and bring them over the mountains into the city’s valley where they could wander around on the terraces and hopefully not be able to escape over the cliffs.

Exnif was to return to Gresh and set out in search of Riolor trees, bringing back the fruit and young trees to be replanted. He would also instruct his hunters to capture some animals and put them in a fenced off area to be built at Gresh.

Everyone had already set about his or her tasks and Vin was looking forward to accompanying Exnif on the Gresh Plain expedition. He had spent too long in his cave and a good long outing would do him good.

They had left very early so as to make the mountainous part of the journey in the cool of the morning. They passed through the gorge and over the crest of the ridge during the twilight, and were well down the escarpment when the sun rose.

After following the same stream Exnif had done, but in the reverse direction, they finally reached the trees and continued down towards the sloping floor of the plain. As they entered the trees, Vin noticed Exnif scrutinising them in passing.

Hoping to see some Riolor? he probed.

One never can tell, replied Exnif, but all I see are Teyay, Tysol and Emrun tree. The Tysol and Emrun are plentiful here. These are mainly vertical trees whereas around Gresh we get the more spreading Teyay and a few Arrar trees. It’s amazing how the forests differ from place to place!

At last they came to where the main path continued down into the Bve plain and another branched off toward the north, which was the way to Gresh. It was a little used path, mainly utilised by the messengers plying between the two cities and was consequently very much narrower than the large hunting path. Every now and then they passed a tree which had been marked to show the route.

Their footsteps fell silently on the thick carpet of leaves as they wound their way along the contours of the foothills. In places, the trees faded back some distance from the path and let in great shafts of sunlight. At others they stood close by, forming a narrow tunnel as their finger-like branches, pointing skyward, intermingled overhead.

The ground sloped across the direction of the path, and it was exceedingly uncomfortable to continually walk with one’s left foot higher than the right. In places, where the ground was soft, the path had been worn level and the going was easier. The undergrowth alongside the path consisted mainly of small spiky Wu bushes and a not too dense network of vines clinging to the trees.

The path descended slowly but after about a morning’s steady walking, it swung more north-west and began a slow climb again.

The ground became more rocky and they had to frequently clamber over large moss covered boulders. A few fallen trees blocked the path and these had to be either dragged clear or else a detour made around them. The light trickled through the leaves and branches overhead projecting strange patterns, which danced in time to the rustling of the leaves.

Slowly the trees became thinner and through the treetops on their left, the travellers could see the towering ridge behind which lay the cave city of Bve. Ahead, still some distance away, the tall grey peak of Mount Elkid thrust it’s way above the treetops. The path could now be seen running uphill for some distance where it suddenly seemed to disappear into the ground.

The sun climbed steadily and was nearly overhead when they reached the first of the many small streams that leaped down the mountains and foothills and struggled across the wide Bve Plain to the distant Gresh River.

The couple paused for a drink and then continued further. They were now just above the tree line and could see the great ridge on their left swinging away to the west toward Mount Bve. With the tree line now below them, they were able to see the great Bve Plain stretching out on their right. For some time they could gaze out into the distance where the Gresh River lined the horizon, at least a day’s travelling from where they now walked. But soon the view disappeared and they were descending amongst the trees again.

The path descended slowly at first and turned sharply to the left as it descended down the side of a large valley, which lay across their path. Vin could see that the valley led up to the narrow space between Mount Bve and Mount Elkid, which now lay nearby on their right.

It was well past midday and the sun was dropping toward the peak of Mount Bve, forming the emblem of their country, when Vin heard the sound of gurgling waters. The path descended steeply and the larger trees gave way to the smaller

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This book is about a fictional planet of three countries; Gra, Gor and Gix, developing from the "Cave Man" era through to a civilisation capable of firing rockets into orbit around the planet.The planet Gragorgix appears in many respects to be similar to earth. It is very much smaller than that of earth, as indicated by reference to the pronounced curve of the horizon. It appears to have only one continent, which covers about half the planet.The main differences between Gragorgix and earth are in the flora, fauna, and climatic and astronomical systems. Strange creatures roam the land, seas and skies of the planet and many became of use to the 'human' inhabitants, as will be related.The atmosphere appears to be denser than that of earth, giving rise to better sound transmission over distances and flying ability to the large birds of the plateaux. The weather is more stable, with a distinct and predictable rainy season.Less predictable, at least by means of the limited mathematical development of the inhabitants, are the orbits of some of the satellites. Two major moons orbit the planet, each with a different period. Three minor moons are in synchronous orbit, and therefore remain in the same place in the sky, day and night.The inhabitants resemble humans and at the start of this history are at about the 'cave man' stage of development. From this stage, they relate their rapidly development over nearly two generations, to an almost modern, although very simplistic way of life.This then, is the history of these primitive inhabitants as they strive towards civilisation.