Heroes of Atlantis & Lemuria by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: DMR Books
Published: 2019-09-07T23:00:00+00:00

Adventure in Lemuria

By Frederick Arnold Kummer, Jr.

CHAPTER I

Battle in the Grove

Khor strode easily along the broad highway, the sunlight gleaming on the bronze shield between his shoulders, the massive double headed axe dangling from his belt.

On either side of the highway lay pleasantly shady groves, nestling between the basalt cliffs. Clusters of trees, orange, pomegranate, banyan—flowers, trailing jasmine, brilliant hibiscus, and the sacred lotus, filling the air with a heavy breath-taking scent.

Glancing about, Khor nodded approvingly. A pleasant place, this land of Mu. One in which a man might readily make his home, live in content. Most men, that is. For Khor, whom they called the Wanderer, knew no rest; the promise of the horizon drew him on, endlessly, seeking he knew not what.

A small stream, gurgling noisily through a grove to the right, brought Khor to an abrupt halt. It had been a long walk from the little seacoast town where the galley landed. Perhaps a rest, and a taste of those tempting golden fruits… Leaving the highway, he entered the grove.

Khor was just bending over the brook when he heard it… shouts, the cries of warriors, and a clash of swords on armor. Tossing back his long, fair hair, he straightened up, the light of battle in his eyes. Hastily he slipped his left arm through the leathern thongs of his shield, gripped the heavy axe with his right, and raced in the direction of the clamor.

For just a moment, as Khor burst from the clump of trees, he hesitated, taking in the scene before him. On the grassy glade that lay between the frowning cliffs and the grove, a group of struggling figures was visible… one of them, a slender dark-haired young man clad in a blue mantle… and the other four, warriors in gleaming gilded armor, squat swarthy men, their faces aglow with fierce exultation.

Some half dozen sprawling forms stretched upon the ground attested to the bitterness of the fray, and it seemed that another must soon lie there, for the slender young man, already marked by a score of wounds, was weakening under the assault of the four warriors.

Khor marveled at the skill with which the youth, armed only with a light hunting sword, defended himself against the four flashing blades; yet it was evident that his was a losing battle, that the men in the golden armor were intent upon keeping him occupied until loss of blood and exhaustion would cause him to drop, an easy victim, at their feet.

It was this latter fact that decided Khor. Brave men, he felt, would fight to kill… but this wearing out of an opponent and then slitting his throat at one’s leisure was the work of cowards. Grimly he raised the burnished bronze axe, and, with a shout of encouragement to the man in the blue mantle, sprang from the shadow of the trees.

At the sound of Khor’s voice the little dark men whirled about, their faces blank with amazement. A god, he seemed to them,

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