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back. The youngsters would be watching him, but Tomball wouldn’t know that. He would think he was alone on the Mountain, and he would learn what it meant to be alone, as Dikar had, and he would learn what it meant to be one of the Bunch and have a place in its life.

After awhile Dikar would send Tomball word by Jimlane or Billthomas that he need not be afraid to come back, and when he did come back he would be ready to take his place in the life of the Bunch, and he would give Dikar and the Bunch no more trouble.

That was what Dikar hoped would happen.

The Boys came back, shouting and happy, from their morning swim in their bathing pool, and the Girls came back to the clearing from their pool on the other side of the clearing, and they all ate breakfast at the long table of the eating place.

Marilee came to sit beside Dikar when breakfast was all on the table. Dikar looked sharply at her, but her color was all right now, her eyes bright again. She didn’t say anything about what had happened in the morning, and Dikar didn’t say anything about it, only too glad to forget about it and to let her forget.

It was Steveland who first said something about Tomball and Jimlane and Billthomas not being there. Across the table so that all could hear, Dikar told him that he had sent them on a special job on the other side of the Mountain, a job that might take them three or four days, and that they would not come back till it was finished.

Before anyone could ask what the job was, Dikar started telling what everybody was to do that day, although he usually didn’t do that till after breakfast.

There was a lot to do, because it was time to start getting ready for the winter.

Dikar sent some of the Bunch to hunt for deer whose meat would be dried over the fire, and whose skins the Girls would make into clothing against the cold days to come. He sent some to pick berries that would be cooked with the sugar that they’d gotten from the maple trees in the spring, and others to search for honey in hollow bee-trees, and he set some to stopping up cracks in the walls of the houses with mud.

He himself took four of the older Boys, Johnstone and Danhall and Henfield and Bengreen, up near the top of the Mountain, to where some big trees had been blown down by a storm last year, to cut them up into logs for the fire now that they were dried out and would burn well and without smoke.

When they went to the Boys’ House to get their axes, Danhall said that it would be a good idea for them to take their bonarrers along too, in case they happened to see a deer or some squirrels, and Dikar agreed. They hung their quivers of arrows on low bushes, and rested their bows against the bushes, and set to work.

It was shady and cool where they worked, and the kerchunk-kerchunk of their axes was a pleasant sound. Soon Dikar had almost forgotten what had happened last night and this morning, and the day seemed no different from all the other days on the Mountain. He liked the way the flying chips shone bright yellow against the dark green of the moss and the almost black brown of the ground, and he liked the way little spots of sunlight filtered through the leaves high overhead and danced on the ground. He liked the smell of new-cut wood in his nostrils, and the smell of damp earth and of last year’s leaves, and the sweet smell of the breeze that was like the scent of Marilee’s breath.

It was grand to feel the swell of his muscles, their smooth swell in his arms and across his back, to feel the chunk of his axe into a great tree-trunk, to feel the wood break apart under his strength; grandest of all to feel the touch of the other sweaty shoulders against his own as together the five would yank and haul at a hewn log.

Marilee and Annjordan, Johnstone’s mate, brought lunch up to the choppers—cooked rabbit meat and dandelion greens and blackberries big as the end of Dikar’s thumb. Dikar and Marilee sat a little apart from the rest, eating their lunch, washing it down with icy water brought from a nearby stream in a cup of birch bark.

“Dikar,” Marilee murmured. “I have often wondered about the Drop.” Her finger touched a little blue flower that grew out of the moss by her knee, but she didn’t quite seem to know she touched it. “It goes all around the Mountain, an’ it’s so high an’ steep. We were very little, Dikar, when the Old Ones brought us here. How did they climb the Drop with us?”

“They didn’t.” Dikar recalled his dream, recalled the memory that gave form to his dream. “The Drop didn’t go all around the Mountain then. A sort of narrow hill slanted up to the top of the Drop, left by men who had been cutting away rock from the Mountain, the same men who built the houses in the clearing an’ left cots here, an’ these axes an’ all the other tools we use. A road ran on top of that narrow hill, an’ the Old Ones brought us up that road.”

“What became of the hill an’ the road?”

“The Old Ones hid us on the Mountain from the terrible hordes who came out of the East an’ across the continent from the West an’ up from the South,” (Dikar was repeating words a Voice had said in his dream). “But some of them came to the foot of the Mountain, so the Old Ones brought the narrow hill down, on them and on themselves,” he told Marilee what his dream had helped him to remember. “That is why there is no road to the top of the Drop, an’ why the Old Ones sleep under the rocks, down there below the Drop.”

“I know you went down there once, Dikar, but you never told me how you got down there, nor how you got up again.”

“I plaited a rope of vines, Marilee, as long as the Drop is high. One night I tied the rope’s end to a tree an’ let it down where a stream leaps out an’ down, so that the rope hangs behind the white curtain of the stream an’ cannot be seen from below. I climbed down the rope, an’ by it I climbed up again the next night, havin’ seen what they have made of the far land that looks so green an’ pleasant from the top of our Mountain.”

“You climbed down a rope of vines!” Marilee’s hand went to the flowery circlet that covered her breast. “You might have been killed, Dikar!”

Dikar nodded. “Yes, I might have been killed, an’ I didn’t care much whether I was or not. I’d been stoned from the Bunch, remember, an’ you had cried me no fair. Have some more of these berries, Marilee. They are swell.”

“No. You have them.” Marilee fed them to Dikar, placing them one by one between his lips. Then they were finished. Dikar lay back, and Marilee lay by his side, quiet and drowsy, and Dikar was dreamily content.

Marilee stirred. “Dikar. Does the rope still hang behind the stream where it leaps down?”

Dikar sat up, pounding his knee with his fist. “Jeeze! It does! I did not lift it when I came back to the Mountain, an’ I’ve forgotten it since. I must do that. Tonight I must do it, as soon as it is dark enough that I cannot be seen from below when I go to the edge of the Drop. Do not let me forget.”

“I sure will not,” Marilee answered. And then, with that curiosity Dikar had noticed all the Girls had so much more than the Boys, she asked, “Just where is the rope?”

Dikar looked about him, thinking how he could tell her. He knew every inch of the Mountain as well as he knew the lines on his palm. “That’s funny,” he laughed suddenly. “That brook, there, is the very one at whose end the rope hangs. By following it down the Mountain you would get to it. But look,” he went on, rising, “the sun no longer strikes straight down through the treetops, an’ much as I hate to send you away, it is time for work again.”

“Yes, Dikar,” Marilee sighed, reaching a hand for him to take hold of and lift her by. “Time for work.” As she came up she swung close to him, and her arms went around his neck and her lips pressed against his, and they were flame on Dikar’s lips, burning flame in his veins. “Oh, Dikar,” Marilee sobbed. “I hate not to be with you.”

“It is only for a little while,” Dikar murmured. “Only till night.” He held her away from him, drinking her in with his eyes. “What are you goin’ to do till night, Marilee?” he asked. “I like to know what you do, all the time, because that way I can think myself with you, an’ am not so lonely for you when we are apart.”

“That’s sweet, Dikar,” Marilee smiled, touching Dikar’s cheek with her fingertips. “I shall be somewhere in the woods. Bessalton wants me to hunt for a certain kind of grass that is best for sewin’ with. Think of me a lot, Dikar,” she said, and Annjordan called her, and she was gone.

Dikar and the rest set to work again. Marilee’s lips still burned on Dikar’s, and the touch of Marilee’s fingertips lingered on his cheek, and he would not wipe the sweat from his face lest he wipe that touch from it too.

The kerchunk-kerchunk of the axes ran loud and long through the woods, and the pile of cut logs grew slowly but steadily. The beams of sunlight striking down from the leafy roof of the forest slanted more and more, and the shadows lengthened. At last Dikar rested.

“Enough for today, fellows,” he said. “Tomorrow we’ll—” The words caught in his throat. He’d heard a sound from far down the Mountain, a sound that should not be in the woods.

The sound came again, very far off, but Dikar knew what it was. He’d heard it down in the far land, and once, only once, on the Mountain. That time he’d made the sound himself, shooting the little gun out of the great oak that canopied the Fire Stone.

Chapter V: OVER THE DROP

“Come, fellows,” Dikar snapped, springing to the bush where hung his bow and arrows, snatching them up. “Quick.” He was off through the woods, running down toward along the bank of the stream because there it was clearest of bushes and trees. The other four ran after him.

Long the time seemed, endless, that Dikar ran thus through familiar woods suddenly grown strange and fearful. Dreadful the thoughts that Dikar thought as he ran. Who had shot off a gun on the Mountain? Had that plane, last night, seen something to tell those who rode it that someone lived here? Had they climbed the Mountain, the men dressed in green that he’d seen in the far land, the men with yellow faces and black who were so brutishly cruel?

Never had Dikar run so fast. The others could not keep up with him, so fast he ran, but still he saw nothing but the flicking shadows of the woods and the glinting sun on the stream beside which he ran. The stream was rushing faster now,

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