Bunduki 4: Fearless Master of the Jungle by J.T. Edson

Author:J.T. Edson
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: scifi ebooks, zillikian, tarzan, jt edson, fantasy novel, new world fantasy online, new world fantasy, bunduki
Publisher: Piccadilly
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten – We All Don’t Just Talk!

‘Here you, foreign woman!’ the visitor named Deneb-Ginwe called to Dawn Drummond-Clayton. ‘Bring me some of that food and be quick about it.’

‘Yes, noble master,’ the Earth girl responded, sounding humble and walking forward with a bowl of the succulent stew for which Joar-Fane’s mother was famous.

There had been no need for Bunduki’s instructions to be carried out earlier in the day. Even as Dawn had been on the point of obeying and making for the tree house to collect weapons, At-Vee the Hunter had declared there was no cause for alarm. The newcomers in the boats were members of the Wurka-Telonga village. Joar-Fane had replied to the blond giant’s comment that he had not heard of such a village by stating, ‘We don’t talk about them.’ She had sounded prim and spoke in a way which reminded the Earth couple of an elderly Victorian maiden aunt commenting about a disreputable branch of her family to whom she would prefer not to be related.

Before either Dawn or Bunduki could try to discover what had caused the reticence among all the Telonga people with regard to the Wurkas, the boats swung around in a wide reach. Displaying skill that told of long practice, the crew had dropped the sails. Then, as one anchor was let down in each ghe ca vom, two of the men had leapt from each boat to carry a second anchor ashore and buried its head in the sand to act as a kedge. By the time this had been done, the boats were secured bows to the wind and, in not more than a couple of feet of water, some thirty feet from the beach. It had been, the Earth couple considered, a masterly exhibition of boat handling. Whatever else the new arrivals might be, they were exceptionally competent in such matters.

Having brought the two ghe ca voms to a stop, the kedge anchor handlers stood in silence. They were all youngish, with what should have been friendly faces and yet they seemed both shy and ill-at-ease. None of them offered to speak. Instead, they had looked to where three men out of the second boat had started to wade ashore. Nobody else had followed the quintet.

In the lead of the delegation had been the only man whose skull was not completely bald. Clad in the flowing white robes of a village Elder, he had a veritable mane of white hair and an unpleasantly sour cast of features which had exuded a self-righteous and sanctimonious aura. Unlike every other Telonga of the Earth couple’s acquaintance, who always endeavored to keep their attire clean, his garment was grubby beyond what might have been expected from a journey in a boat. He alone had been unarmed, and he announced that he was Tik-Felum, the senior Elder, in tones that implied he considered nothing further need be said to establish his superior status. Then, without waiting for any acknowledgement, he had presented the men who had followed him ashore.

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