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ERB'S EMBRYONIC JOURNEY:
THE TRIMESTERS OF CASPAK

INTRO AND CONTENTS PAGE
Part Twenty-Two
by
Woodrow Edgar Nichols, Jr.
(Dedicated to George McWhorter)

OUT OF TIME'S ABYSS
(Chapter 3 )

You will recall that Ben Gunn was part of Captain Flint’s original crew and had returned to the island with Long John Silver and the remainder of Flint’s crew to find his buried treasure, which Gunn has assured them he could find. The crew grew frustrated with Gunn when he couldn’t find the treasure and gave up the hunt, leaving Gunn marooned on the island for three years before Jim Hawkins and his team returned. In the meantime, he had grown mentally feeble and religious, but he had a secret: he knew where the treasure was. 

Bradley is about to meet his Ben Gunn as he awakens inside the Blue Place of Seven Skulls in the very strange Wieroo village in the land of Oo-oh:

“Half-stunned Bradley lay for a minute as he had fallen and then slowly and painfully wriggled into a less uncomfortable position. He could see nothing of his surroundings in the gloom about him until after a few minutes his eyes became accustomed to the dark interior when he rolled them from side to side in survey of his prison.
“He discovered himself to be in a bare room which was windowless, nor could he see any other opening than that through which he had been lowered. In one corner was a huddled mass that might have been almost anything from a bundle of rags to a dead body.
“Almost immediately he had taken his bearings Bradley commenced working with his bonds. He was a man of powerful physique, and as from the first he had been imbued with a belief that the fiber ropes were too weak to hold him, he worked on with a firm conviction that sooner or later they would part to his strainings. After a matter of five minutes he was positive that the strands about his wrists were beginning to give; but he was compelled to rest then from exhaustion.
“As he lay, his eyes rested upon the bundle in the corner, and presently he could have sworn that the thing moved. With eyes straining through the gloom the man lay watching the grim and sinister thing in the corner. Perhaps his overwrought nerves were playing a sorry joke upon him. He thought of this and also that his condition of utter helplessness might still further have stimulated his imagination. He closed his eyes and sought to relax his muscles and his nerves; but when he looked again, he knew that he had not been mistaken – the thing had moved; now it lay in a slightly altered form and farther from the wall. It was nearer him.
“With renewed strength Bradley strained at his bonds, his fascinated gaze still glued upon the shapeless bundle. No longer was there any doubt that it moved – he saw it rise in the center several inches and then creep closer to him. It sank and arose again – a headless, hideous, monstrous thing of menace. Its very silence rendered it the more terrible.
“Bradley was a brave man; ordinarily his nerves were of steel; but to be at the mercy of some unknown and nameless horror, to be unable to defend himself – it was these things that almost unstrung him, for at best he was only human. To stand in the open, even with the odds all against him; to be able to use his fists, to put up some sort of defense, to inflict punishment upon his adversary – then he could face death with a smile. It was not death that he feared now – it was that horror of the unknown that is part of the fiber of every son of woman.
“Closer and closer came the shapeless mass. Bradley lay motionless and listened. What was that he heard! Breathing? He could not be mistaken – and then from out of the bundle of rags issued a hollow groan. Bradley felt his hair rise upon his head. He struggled with the slowly parting strands that held him.  The thing beside him rose up higher than before and the Englishman could have sworn that he saw a single eye peerring at him from among the tumbled cloth. For a moment the bundle remained motionless – only the sound of breathing issued from it, then there broke from it a maniacal laugh.
“Cold sweat stood upon Bradley’s brow as he tugged for his liberation. He saw the rags rise higher and higher above him until at last they tumbled upon the floor from the body of a naked man – a thin, a bony, a hideous caricature of man, that mouthed and mummed and, wabbling upon its weak and shaking legs, crumpled to the floor again, still laughing – laughing horribly.
“It crawled toward Bradley. ‘Food! Food!’ it screamed. ‘There is a way out! There is a way out!’
“Dragging itself to his side the creature slumped upon the Englishman’s breast. ‘Food!’ it shrilled as with its bony fingers and its teeth, it sought for the man’s bare throat.
“‘Food! There is a way out!’ Bradley felt teeth upon his jugular. He turned and twisted, shaking himself free for an instant; but once more with hideous persistence the thing fastened itself upon him. The weak jaws were unable to send the dull teeth through the victim’s flesh; but Bradley felt it gnawing, gnawing, gnawing, like a monstrous rat, seeking his life’s blood.
“The skinny arms now embraced his neck, holding the teeth to his throat against all his efforts to dislodge the thing. Weak as it was it had strength enough for this in its mad effort to eat. Mumbling as it worked, it repeated again and again, ‘Food! Food! There is a way out!’ until Bradley thought these two expressions alone would drive him mad.
“And all but mad he was as with a final effort backed by almost manical strength he tore his wrists from the confining bonds and grasping the repulsive thing upon his breast hurled it halfway across the room. Panting like a spent hound Bradley worked at the thongs about his ankles while the maniac lay quivering and mumbling where it had fallen. Presently the Englishman leaped to his feet – freer than he had ever before felt in all his life, though he was still hopelessly a prisoner in the Blue Place of Seven Skulls.” (OTA/3.)

“With his back against the wall for support, so weak the reaction left him, Bradley stood watching the creature upon the floor. He saw it move and slowly raise itself to its hands and knees, where it swayed to and fro as its eyes roved about in search of him; and when at last they found him, there broke from the drawn lips the mumbled words: ‘Food! Food! There is a way out!’ The pitiful supplication in the tones touched the Englishman’s heart. He knew that this could be no Wieroo, but possibly once a man like himself who had been cast into this pit of solitary confinement with this hideous result that might in time be his fate, too.
“And then, too, there was the suggestion of hope held out by the constant reiteration of the phrase, ‘There is a way out.’ Was there a way out? What did this poor thing know?
“‘Who are you and how long have you been here?’ Bradley suddenly demanded.
“For a moment the man upon the floor made no response, then mumblingly came the words: ‘Food! Food!’
“‘Stop!’ commanded the Englishman – the injunction might have been barked from the muzzle of a pistol. It brought the man to a sitting posture, his hands on the ground. He stopped swaying to and fro and appeared to be startled into an attempt to master his faculties of concentration and thought. 
“Bradley repeated his questions sharply.
“‘I am An-Tak, the Galu,’ replied the man. ‘Luata alone knows how long I have been here – maybe ten moons, maybe ten moons three times” – it was the Caspakian equivalent of thirty. ‘I was young and strong when they brought me here. Now I am old and very weak. I am cos-ata-lu – that is why they have not killed me. If I tell them the secret of becoming cos-ata-lu they will take me out; but how can I tell them that which Luata alone knows?’
“‘What is cos-ata-lu?’ demanded Bradley.
“‘Food! Food! There is a way out!’ mumbled the Galu.
“Bradley strode across the floor, seized the man by his shoulders and shook him.
“‘Tell me,’ he cried, ‘what is cos-ata-lu?’
“‘Food!’ whimpered An-Tak.
“Bradley bethought himself. His haversack had not been taken from him. In it besides his razor and knife were odds and ends of equipment and a small quantity of dried meat. He tossed a small strip of the latter to the starving Galu. An-Tak seized upon it and devoured it ravenously. It instilled new life in the man. “‘What is cos-ata-lu?’ insisted Bradley again.
“An-Tak tried to explain. His narrative was often broken by lapses of concentration during which he reverted to his plaintiff mumbling for food and recurrence to the statement that there was a way out; but by firmness and patience the Englishman drew out piece-meal a more or less lucid exposition of the remarkable scheme of evolution that rules in Caspak. In it he found explanations of the hitherto inexplicable. He discovered why he had seen no babes of children among the Caspakians tribes with which he had come into contact; why each more northerly tribe evinced a higher state of development than those south of them; why each tribe included individuals ranging in physical and mental characteristics from the highest of the next lower race to the lowest of the next higher, and why the women of each tribe immersed themselves mornings for an hour or more in warm pools near which the habitations of their people always were located; and, too, he discovered why those pools were almost immune from the attacks of
carnivorous animals and reptiles.” (OTA/3.)

“He learned that all but those who were cos-ata-lu came up cor-sva-jo, or from the beginning. The egg from which they first developed into tadpole form was deposited, with millions of others, in one of the warm pools and with it a poisonous serum that the carnivora instinctively shunned. Down the warm stream from the pool floated the countless billions of eggs and tadpoles, developing as they drifted slowly toward the sea. Some became tadpoles in the pool, some in the sluggish stream and some not until they reached the great inland sea. In the next stage they became fishes or reptiles. An-Tak was not positive which, and in this form, always developing, they swam far to the south, where, amid the rank and teeming jungles, some of them evolved into amphibians. Always there were those whose development stopped at the fish stage, others whose development ceased when they became reptiles, while by far the greater proportion formed the food supply of the ravenous creatures of the deep.
“Few indeed were those that eventually developed into baboons and then apes, which was considered by Caspakians the real beginning of evolution. From the egg, then, the individual developed slowly into a higher form, just as the frog’s egg develops through various stages from a fish with gills to a frog with lungs. With that thought in mind Bradley discovered that it was not difficult to believe in the possibility of such a scheme – there was nothing new in it.
“From the ape the individual, if it survived, slowly developed into the lowest order of man – the Alu – and then by degrees to Bo-lu, Sto-lu, Band-lu, Kro-lu, and finally to Galu. And in each stage countless millions of other eggs were deposited in the warm pools of the various races and floated down to the great sea to go through a similar process of evolution outside the womb as develops our own young within; but in Caspak the scheme is much more inclusive, for it combines not only individual development but the evolution of species and genera. If an egg survives it goes through all the stages of development that man has passed through during the unthinkable eons since life first moved upon the earth’s face.
“The final stage – that which the Galus have almost attained and for which all hope – is cos-ata-lu, which, literally, means no-egg man, or one who is born directly as are the young of the outer world of mammals. Some of the Galus produce cos-ata-lu and cos-ata-lo both; the Wieroos only cos-ata-lu – in other words all Wieroos are born male, and as they prey upon the Galus for their women and sometimes capture and torture the Galu men who are cos-ata-lu in an endeavor to learn the secret which they believe will give them unlimited power over all other denizens of Caspak.
“No Wieroos come up from the beginning – all are born of Wieroo fathers and Galu mothers who are cos-ata-lo, and there are very few of the latter owing to the long and precarious stages of development. Seven generations of the same ancestor must come up from the beginning before a cos-ata-lu child may be born; and when one considers the frightful dangers that surround the vital spark from the moment it leaves the warm pool where it has been deposited to float down to the sea amid the voracious creatures that swarm the surface and the deeps and the almost equally unthinkable trials of its efforts to survive after it once becomes a land animal and starts northward through the horrors of the Caspakian jungles and forests, it is plainly a wonder that even a single babe has ever been born to a Galu woman.
“Seven cycles it requires before the seventh Galu can complete the seventh danger-infested circle since its first Galu ancestors of this first Galu may have developed from a Band-lu or Bo-lu egg without ever once completing the whole circle – that is from a Galu egg, back to a fully developed Galu. 
“Bradley’s head was whirling before he even commenced to grasp the complexities of Caspakian evolution; but as the truth slowly filtered into his understanding – as gradually it became possible for him to visualize the scheme, it appeared simpler. In fact, it seemed even less difficult of comprehension than that which he was familiar.” (OTA/3.)

“For several minutes after An-Tak ceased speaking, his voice having trailed off weakly into silence, neither spoke again. Then the Galu commenced his, ‘Food! Food! There is a way out!’ Bradley tossed him another piece of dried meat, waiting patiently until he had eaten it, this time more slowly.
“‘What do you mean by saying there is a way out?’ he asked.
“‘He who died here just after I came, told me,’ replied An-Tak. ‘He said there was a way out, and that he had discovered it but was too weak to use his knowledge. He was trying to tell me how to find it when he died. Oh, Luata, if he had lived but a moment more!’
“‘They do not feed you here?’ asked Bradley.
“‘No, they give me water once a day – that is all.’
“‘But how have you lived, then?’
“‘The lizards and the rats,’ replied An-Tak. ‘The lizards are not so bad; but the rats are foul to taste. However, I must eat them or they would eat me, and they are better than nothing; but of late they do not come so often, and I have not had a lizard for a long time. I shall eat though,’ he mumbled. ‘I shall eat now, for you cannot remain awake forever.’ He laughed, a cackling, dry laugh. ‘When you sleep, An-Tak will eat.’
“It was horrible. Bradley shuddered. For a long time each sat in silence. The Englishman could guess why the other made no sound – he awaited the moment that sleep should overcome his victim. In the long silence there was born upon Bradley’s ears a faint, monotonous sound as of running water. He listened intently. It seemed to come from far beneath the floor.
“‘What is that noise?’ he asked. ‘That sounds like water running through a narrow channel.’
“‘It is the river,’ replied An-Tak. ‘Why do you not go to sleep? It passes directly beneath the Place of Seven Skulls. It runs through the temple grounds, beneath the temple and under the city. When we die, they will cut off our heads and throw our bodies into the river. At the mouth of the river await many large reptiles. Thus do they feed. The Wieroos do likewise with their own dead, keeping only the skulls and wings. Come, let us sleep.’
“‘Do the reptiles come up the river into the city?’ asked Bradley.
“‘The water is too cold – they never leave the warm water of the great pool,’ replied An-Tak.
“‘Let us search for the way out,’ suggested Bradley.
“An-Tak shook his head. ‘I have searched for it all these moons,’ he said. ‘If I could not find it, how would you?’
“Bradley made no reply but commenced a diligent examination of the walls and floor of the room, pressing over each square foot and tapping with his knuckles. About six feet from the floor he discovered a sleeping-perch near one end of the apartment. He asked An-Tak about it, but the Galu said that no Wieroo had occupied the place since he had been incarcerated here. Again and again Bradley went over the floor and walls as high up as he could reach. Finally he swung himself to the perch, that he might examine at least one end of the room all the way to the ceiling.
“In the center of the wall close to the top, an area about three feet square gave forth a hollow sound when he rapped upon it. Bradley felt over every square inch of that area with the tips of his fingers. Near the top he found a small round hole a trifle larger in diameter that his forefinger, which he immediately stuck into it. The panel, if such it was, seemed about an inch thick, and beyond it his finger encountered nothing. Bradley crooked his finger upon the opposite side of the panel and pulled toward him, steadily but with considerable force. Suddenly the panel flew inward, nearly precipating the man to the floor. It was hinged on the bottom, and when lowered the outer edge rested upon the perch, making a little platform parallel with the floor of the room.
“Beyond the opening was an utterly dark void. The Englishman leaned through it and reached his arm as far as possible into the blackness but touched nothing. Then he fumbled in his haversack for a match, a few of which remained to him. When he struck it, An-Tak gave a cry of terror. Bradley held the light far into the opening before him and in its flickering rays saw the top of a ladder descending into a black abyss below. How far down it extended he could not guess; but that he should soon know definitely he was positive.
“‘You have found it! You have found the way out!’ screamed An-Tak. ‘Oh, Luata! And now I am too weak to go. Take me with you! Take me with you!’
“‘Shut up!’ admonished Bradley. ‘You will have the whole flock of birds around our heads in a minute, and neither of us will escape. Be quiet, and I’ll go ahead. If I find a way out, I’ll come back and help you, if you’ll promise not to try to eat me up again.’
“‘I promise,’ cried An-Tak. ‘Oh, Luata! How could you blame me? I am half crazed of hunger and long confinement and the horror of the lizards and the rats and the constant waiting for death.’
“‘I know,’ said Bradley simply. ‘I’m sorry for you, old top. Keep a stiff upper lip.’ And he slipped through the opening, found the ladder with his feet, closed the panel behind him, and started downward into the darkness.
“Below him rose more and more distinctly the sound of running water. The air felt damp and cool. He could see nothing of his surroundings and felt nothing but the smooth, worn sides and rungs of the ladder down which he felt his way cautiously lest a broken rung or misstep should hurl him downward. 
“As he descended thus slowly, the ladder seemed interminable and the pit bottomless, yet he realized when at last he reached the bottom that he could not have descended more than fifty feet. The bottom of the ladder rested on a narrow ledge paved with what felt like large round stones, but what he knew from experience to be human skulls. He could not but marvel as to where so many countless thousand of the things had come from, until he paused to consider that the infancy of Caspak dated doubtlessly back into remote ages, far beyond what the outer world considered the beginning of earthly time. For all these eons the Wieroos might have been collecting human skulls from their enemies and their own dead – enough to have built an entire city of them.
“Feeling his way along the narrow ledge, Bradley came presently to a blank wall that stretched out over the water swirling beneath him, as far as he could reach. Stooping, he groped about with one hand, reaching down toward the surface of the water, and discovered that the bottom of the wall arched above the stream. How much space there was between the water and the arch he could not tell, nor how deep the former. There was only one way in which he might learn these things, and that was to lower himself into the stream. For only an instant he hesitated, weighing his chances. Behind him lay almost certain the horrid fate of An-Tak; before him nothing worse than a comparatively painless death by drowning. Holding the haversack above his head with one hand he lowered his feet slowly over the edge of the narrow platform. Almost immediately he felt the swirling of cold water about his ankles, and then with a silent prayer he let himself drop gently into the stream.
“Great was Bradley’s relief when he found the water no more than waist deep and beneath his feet a firm, gravel bottom. Feeling his way cautiously he moved downward with the current, which was not so strong as he had imagined from the noise of the running water.
“Beneath the first arch he made his way, following the winding curvatures of the right-hand wall. After a few yards of progress his hand came suddenly in contact with a slimy thing clinging to the wall – a thing that hissed and scuttled out of reach. What it was, the man could not know; but almost instantly there was a splash in the water just ahead of him and then another.
“On he went, passing beneath other arches at varying distances, and always in utter darkness. Unseen denizens of this great sewer, disturbed by the intruder, splashed into the water ahead of him and wriggled away. Time and again his hand touched them and never for an instant could he be sure that at the next step some gruesome thing might not attack him. He had strapped his haversack about his neck, well above the surface of the water, and in his left hand he carried his knife. Other precautions there were none to take.” (OTA/3.)