Caves That Time Forgot
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Authors: Gilbert L. Morris
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ILBERT
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Contents
1
I
'd give anything if I could go to a beauty shop.”
Abbie Roberts was a petite girl of thirteen. She had blonde hair, and her blue eyes gave off sparks as she ran her hands through her long locks. “And a manicure,” she added. “Look at these fingernails! They'll never be the same again!”
Sarah Collingwood, sitting across from Abbie, was one year older. She did not have Abbie's spectacular good looks, but she was small and graceful with large brown eyes and black hair.
“Abbie,” she said with some irritation, “you might as well forget about such things as beauty shops. You may have had things like that in Oldworld, but they're gone forever.”
The two girls sat at the mouth of a small cave and had been staring out into the late afternoon dusk. Both wore clothes that were much the worse for wear. Abbie's blue dress had a torn skirt and was practically stiff with dirt. Sarah's garb was not much betterâa pair of jeans with ragged cuffs and a tan shirt with most of the buttons replaced by pins. Both were hot and tired and hungry.
Abbie glared. “I think this camping out is terrible. I liked it much better when we were at Camelotâor even down in Atlantis.” She picked up a cloth, went and dipped it into the small stream that ran beside the cave, then wrung out the excess water. Wiping her face, she protested again. “I need some face cream. My skin's getting as rough as rhinoceros hide.”
“We'll just have to make the best of it.” Sarah looked again into the gathering darkness. “I wish the boys would come back. It's going to be dark soon, and I'll bet there are wild animals around here.”
Abigail said abruptly, “Let's wash our hair. I can't stand it when my hair gets stiff with dirt like this.”
“We don't have any soap.” Sarah gave her companion a critical look. “I wish you'd just learn to be patient, Abbie. We knew this was going to be a hard trip.”
The Seven Sleepers had just completed an adventure at a strange place called Camelot. Their heads were still filled with visions of ladies and jousting knights and even dragons.
It was the sort of adventure they would have enjoyed in their earlier lives. But their time in Oldworld had been cut short by a terrible war. They had survived only because their parents placed them in sleep capsules. Years passed, and the world changed completely so that when they came forth they were shocked to find themselves living in the midst of strange creatures and alien landscapes. Then they were called to spread the news that Goél, a strange shadowy figure, was going to bring order and peace to Nuworld, as it was called.
“When do you think we'll get out of this terrible forest?” Abbie asked irritably.
“I don't know.”
“Well, I think Goél could have arranged things a little better. If we have to go from place to place, I don't see why he can't give us better transportation.”
Sarah rose to her feet suddenly, biting her lip. She was tired and hungry, and Abigail's constant complaining got on her nerves. She walked downstream a few feet, stopped and listened, then said, “Someone's coming!”
Abbie scrambled up and came to stand beside Sarah. Her eyes grew large, and she whispered, “I hope it's
themâbut it could be anybody out in the middle of this forest.”
The two girls peered into the wall of huge trees that flanked the stream.
The voices Sarah had heard grew louder, and then, as three young men stepped out from the shadows, she cried with relief, “It's Joshâand the others! I hope they brought something to eat.” She ran across the small clearing to the leader. “Josh, are you all right? We were getting worried.”
Josh Adams was fourteen. He was tall and gangling, but there was a promise of strength and grace in his growing form. He was not handsome, and yet there was reliability and steadiness in his face. He had auburn hair that caught the last rays of the sun, and blue eyes. He had been the first Sleeper, the one called to find the rest. He had grown especially close to Sarah.
“Sure, we're OK, Sarah. Just tired and ready to eat.”
One of the other boys held out a sack. “We've got three rabbits,” he said. “That'll be enough to eat tonight.”
“Oh, good, Jake,” Sarah said. “Give them to me. I'll clean them.”
Jake Garfield was thirteen, a Jewish boy, small with red hair and intense brown eyes. He handed over the bag. “I wish they'd been yearling calves though. I'm hungry enough to eat one.”
The other boy was the smallest of the three. He was twelve, and his black face was split now by a gleaming white smile. “I'll clean those rabbits, Sarah,” he said. “I don't mind.”
“Oh, thank you, Wash. But you all go rest while Abbie and I do the cooking.”
The boys threw themselves down in front of the cave, groaning with relief.
Sarah borrowed a knife from Josh and dressed the rabbits, gutting them while Abbie quickly gave herself to building a fire. She managed to cut some saplings into sticks, and the girls soon had the game roasting over the yellow flame.
When the rabbits were almost done, two more boys came in. Dave, the tallest of the Sleepers and the oldest at fifteen, called out, “We've got another rabbit if we need it.” He was athletic, very handsome. He had yellow hair and blue eyes and walked with a springy step.
“Reb,” he said to his companion, “that was a good shot. I don't think I could have gotten that one.”
The final Sleeper was the most spectacular of all. At fourteen, he was very tall. He had light blue eyes and pale, bleached hair. He wore a Stetson as only a cowboy would wear it. In fact, he had been a kind of cowboy, growing up in Texas in his old life. He grinned now and said, “Shucks, that wasn't no shot at all, Dave. If I'd of had my 30â30, I'd of got that deer we seen a ways back.”
“Well, I wish you had it.” Dave sat down beside the three boys at the cave mouth. “I wish Goél would let us have rifles. Sure would make life simpler.”
All seven young people showed the marks of long travel. They had had time for only quick splashes of water on their faces as far as bathing was concerned, and now they were about to find themselves back in a civilization again.
For a while, Dave did most of the talking. He spoke about their recent adventures, and he grinned at Reb. “Do we still have to call you âSir Reb' now that we're out of Camelot?”
“Oh, I reckon not.”
Reb had been the hero of their adventure there. A natural horseman and having been a rider all his life, he
had been able to do things in that country that the others could not.
Now the darkness closed about them, and the flickering firelight reflected on Reb's pale blue eyes. “I liked that place,” he said slowly, “about as well as any place I ever seen.”
“Even better than Texas?” Jake asked.
“Well, maybe not that goodâbut except for Texas I guess it was about the best place I was ever at.”
“I think you just had a case of puppy love.” Josh grinned across the fire. “I can't blame you though. That princess sure was a pretty thing, and she sure was gone on you.”
Reb's face reddened, but he said nothing. Finally he looked up. “You reckon we'll ever get back there?”
Sarah tested one of the roasting rabbits with Josh's knife. “I hope so. I hope
you
do anyhow. It seemed like you were born for a place like thatâhorses and jousting. A little bit like the days of the old West.” Again she poked at the rabbit. “I think this is about done. Come and get it.”
They gathered around, and Sarah and Abbie cut up the rabbits and served them. Then they all sat back, handling the hot meat gingerly, listening to the silence of the forest as they ate.
“Well, that was good,” Wash said, licking his fingers. “Still wish that rabbit had been as big as the deer that got away. My stomach thinks my throat's been cut.” He looked over at Josh. “How much longer you think it'll be before we get out of this woods?”
“I don't know.” Josh pulled the last fragment of meat off a bone, then tossed the bone out into the grass. “Maybe a day or two. And then what?”
His question produced a moody atmosphere, and each Sleeper seemed to be thinking of all that had gone past.
“I'd like to have a little R & R,” Reb said.
Jake looked up. “What's that?”
“Rest and recreation.” Reb grinned tiredly. “It looks like we could use a little vacation, but I don't know if we'll get it.”
Sarah opened her mouth to comment. But before she could speak, a familiar voice broke the silence.
“I realize you're all tired, and I wish that you could have more rest.”
The suddenness and unexpectedness of the voice shocked her. Then a tall figure stepped out of the darkness into the firelight, and Josh cried out, “Goél!”
“Goél!” the rest echoed, and all jumped to their feet to greet their guest.
The man was dressed in a gray robe that reached to his knees. His feet were clad with heavy sandals, and the cowl for covering his head was thrown back. He carried a staff in his hand, and there was strength and patience in his face as well as great gentleness.
He let the Sleepers have their way for a moment, smiling at their greetings, then said, “Sit down, my friends. Rest.”
He himself remained standing. His craggy face caught the light of the fire, and a smile still touched his lips. “You did well on your quest to Camelot. All of you.”
Reb ducked his head. “Well, I made a mess of part of it,” he mumbled. “I let myself get taken in by that there sorceress.”
Goél's expression did not change. “But you have learned, my son, something about how to defend yourself against the powers of darkness. It is a lesson that you can put to good use on your next quest.”
“Are we really going on another journey?” Josh burst out.
“Do you feel strong enough for it?” Goél asked.
Dave said at once, “We're tired, but if you give the word, we'll go. Anywhere you say, Goél.”
The strange man smiled yet again. “That is good, my son, and for your bold speech you shall be the leader on the next adventure.”
Sarah thought the others looked surprised, especially Josh. From the beginning he had been the leader of the Sleepers. He blinked his eyes in shock. He said nothing, but she could read the disappointment in his face.
Then Goél was speaking, and all paid careful heed. “You have been obedient to my commands. You have learned much. But the next task I will put to you will demand every bit of strength you have, for the people to whom I send you now are quite different.”
“As different as the people of Atlantis that live under the sea?” Wash asked. “They were pretty strange folks, I thought.”
“And the people at Camelot?” Abigail said. “They were unusual too. How can anybody be more different?”
For a time silence fell over the small, open space where the little fire gleamed. Far off a bird cried, and the trees about them seemed to breathe.
Goél's voice was low, and Sarah listened carefully, knowing it was likely they were going to face danger.
“The Dark Power,” Goél said slowly, “is strong and is growing stronger. Those who are my servants, such as yourself, are small in number. They must make up in courage what they lack in numbers. All over Nuworld the Dark Lord is desperately striving to stamp out all of the things that I valueâcourage, goodness, and love most of all. I am about to send you to a people who know little about such things.”
“What kind of people are they?” Josh piped up.
“Not like you,” Goél said. “At least you will think they are not. They will have different values, and you will have
to convince them that the things you believe in are important. You must teach them that if they are to survive, they must stand against the evil that darkens the world. They need,” he said firmly, “to learn about dignity and honor and love. They must learn to treat others as they themselves would want to be treated.”
He spoke for a long time. Sarah sat listening, trying to store up his words.
Finally Goél said, “These people are simple. I do not wish that you would dazzle them with your superior knowledge or with inventions that might bring destruction to them. When you go to them, you must become in some ways as simple as they are. Only by humility will you win them. I can give you encouragement and hope, but the path that you must tread will not be easy.”
Goél drew the cowl up over his head so that his face was shrouded. He reached into a pocket of his cloak and drew forth a paper and a leather bag. “Here is money for your journey and a map. Follow it. You will discover this people when you reach this pointâhere.” He pointed. “Good-bye for now, but I will not be far away from you.”
Then he turned and walked off into the darkness. The Sleepers looked after him until the gloom swallowed him up.
“Well,” Wash said, “I guess that answers any questions about our getting a vacation.” He sat down, looked at the carcass of one of the rabbits, almost picked clean, and shook his head. “I sure wish you was as big as a deer,” he said sadly. “I could eat you all myself.”