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  We had no choice except to press on southward, hoping to reach the forests of Paradise before Set’s scouting pterosaurs located us. Each morning we rose and trekked toward the distant southern horizon. Each night we made camp in the best available protective foliage we could find. The men were learning to hunt the small game that abounded in this endless grassy veldt, the women gathered fruits and berries.

  Each time we saw pterosaurs quartering the skies above us we went to ground and froze like mice faced with a hunting hawk. Then we resumed our march to the south. Toward Paradise. And the horizon remained just as flat, just as far away, as it had been the first day we had started.

  Sometimes in the distance we saw herds of grazing animals, big beasts the size of bison or elk. Once we stumbled close enough to them to see a pride of saber-toothed cats stalking the herd’s fringes; the females sleek and deadly as they prowled through the long grass, bellies almost on the ground, the males massive with their scimitarlike incisors and shaggy manes. They ignored us, and we steered as far away from them as we could.

  Anya troubled me. I had never seen her look frightened before, but frightened she was now. I knew she was trying each night to make contact with the other Creators, those godlike men and women from the distant future who had created the human race. They had created me to be their hunter, and I had served them with growing reluctance over the millennia. Gradually I was remembering other missions, other lives. Other deaths.

  Once I had been with another tribe of Neolithic hunter/gatherers, far from this monotonous savannah, in the hilly country near Ararat. In another time I had led a desperate band of abandoned soldiers through the snows of the Ice Age in the aftermath of our slaughter of the Neanderthals.

  Anya had always been there with me, often disguised as an ordinary human being of that time and place, always ready to protect me even in the face of the displeasure of the other Creators.

  Now we trekked toward a Paradise that may be nothing more than a half-remembered legend, fleeing devilish monsters who had apparently taken total control of this aspect of the continuum. And Anya was as helpless as any of us.

  Some nights we made love, coupling as the others did, on the ground in the dark, silently, furtively, not wanting the others to see or hear us, as though what we were doing was shameful. Our passions were brief, spiritless, far from satisfying.

  It was several nights before I realized that the mother whom I had saved from the lizard’s punishment had taken to sleeping beside me. She and her baby remained several body lengths away the first night, but each evening she moved closer. Anya noticed, too, and spoke gently with her.

  “Her name is Reeva,” Anya told me as we marched the following morning. “Her husband was beaten to death by the guard lizards for trying to steal extra food for her so she could nurse the baby.”

  “But why—”

  “You protected her. You saved her and her baby. She is very shy, but she is trying to work up the courage to tell you that she will be your number-two woman, if you will have her.”

  I felt more confusion than surprise. “But I don’t want another woman!”

  “Shhh,” Anya cautioned, even though we were not speaking in the language of these people. “You must not reject her openly. She wants a protector for her child and she is willing to offer her body in return for your protection.”

  I cast a furtive glance at Reeva. She could not have been more than fourteen or fifteen years old. As thin as a piece of string, caked with days’ worth of grime, her long hair matted and filthy. She carried the sleeping baby on one bony hip and walked along in uncomplaining silence with the rest of the tribe.

  Anya, who bathed whenever we found enough water and privacy, seemed to be taking the situation lightly. She seemed almost amused.

  “Can’t you make Reeva understand,” I virtually pleaded with her, “that I will do the best I can to protect all of us? I don’t need her… enticements.”

  Anya grinned at me and said nothing.

  Each night that baleful star looked down at us, like a glowing blot of dried blood, bright enough to cast shadows, brighter even than the full moon. Sunrise did not blot it out; it lingered in the morning sky until it dropped below the horizon. It could not be any planet that I knew of; it could not be an artificial satellite. It simply hung in its place among the other stars, unblinking, menacing, blood-chilling.

  One night I asked Anya if she knew what it was.

  She gazed at it for long moments, and its dark light made her lovely face seem grim and ashen. Then tears welled up in her eyes and she shook her head.

  “I don’t know,” she answered in a whisper that carried untold misery. “I don’t know anything anymore!”

  She tried to stifle her tears, but she could not. Sobbing, she pressed her face against my shoulder so that the others would not hear her crying. I held her tightly, feeling strange, uncomfortable. I had never seen a goddess cry before.

  By my count, it was on the eleventh day when young Chron came dashing back toward me with an ear-to-ear grin on his face.

  “Up on the hill! I can see trees! Lots of trees!”

  The teenager had taken to scouting slightly ahead of the rest of us. For all our wearying march and the terror that drove us onward, the tribe was actually in better physical condition now than when I had first stumbled across them. They were eating regularly, and a protein-rich diet at that. Skinny little Chron looked better and certainly had more energy than he had shown only ten days earlier. The hollow places between his ribs were beginning to fill in.

  I went up to the top of the hillock with him and, sure enough, the distant horizon was no longer a flat expanse of grass. It was an undulating skyline of trees, waving to us, beckoning.

  “Paradise!” Noch had come up to stand beside me. His voice trembled with joy and anticipation.

  We headed eagerly for the trees, and even though it took the rest of the day, we finally entered their cool shade and threw ourselves exhausted on the mossy ground.

  All around us towered broad-spreading oaks and lofty pines, spruce and balsam firs, the lovely slim white boles of young birch punctuating this world of leafy green. Ferns and mosses covered the ground. I saw mushrooms clustered between the roots of a massive old oak tree, and flowers waving daintily in the soft breeze.

  An enormous feeling of relief washed over us all, a sense of safety, of being in a place where the terrible fear that had hovered over us was at last dissipated and driven away. Birds were singing in the boughs high above us, as if welcoming us to Paradise.

  I sat up and took a deep breath of clean, sweet air redolent of pine and wild roses and cinnamon. Even Anya looked happy. We could hear the splashing of a brook nearby, beyond the bushes and young saplings that stood between the sturdy boles of the grown trees.

  A doe stepped daintily out of those bushes and regarded us for a moment with large, liquid brown eyes. Then it turned and dashed off.

  “What did I tell you, Orion?” Noch beamed happily. “This is Paradise!”

  The men used the rudimentary hunting skills I had taught them to trap and kill a wild pig that evening as it came down to the brook to drink. They showed more enthusiasm than skill, and the pig screeched and squealed and nearly got away before they finally hacked it to death with their makeshift spears. But we feasted long into the night and then went to sleep.

  Anya curled into my arms and fell asleep almost immediately. As our fire died slowly into embers I gazed down on her face, smudged and stained with grease from our pork dinner. Her hair was tangled and stubborn ringlets fell over her forehead. Despite her best efforts she was no longer the smoothly groomed goddess from a far superior culture. I remembered vaguely another existence, with that other hunting tribe, where she had become one of them, a fierce priestess who reveled in the blood and excitement of the hunt.

  It would not be so bad to stay in this time, I thought. Being cut off from the other Creators had its compensations. We were free of their scheme
s and machinations. Free of the responsibilities they had loaded upon me. Anya and I could live here in this Paradise quite happily like two normal human beings; no longer goddess and creature, but simply a man and a woman living out normal lives in a simple, primitive time.

  To live a normal life, free of the Creators. I smiled to myself in the darkness, and for the first time since we had arrived in this time and place, I let myself fall completely and unguardedly into a deep delicious sleep.

  But with sleep came a dream. No, not a dream: a message. A warning.

  I saw the statue of Set from that little stone temple back along the bank of the Nile. As I watched, the statue shimmered and came to life. The blank granite eyes turned carnelian, blinked slowly, then focused upon me. The scaly head turned and lowered slightly. A wave of utterly dry heat seemed to bake the strength from my body; it was as if the door to a giant furnace had suddenly swung open. The acrid smell of sulfur burned my lungs. Set’s mouth opened in a hissing intake of breath, revealing several rows of sharply pointed teeth.

  He was an overpowering presence. He loomed over me, standing on two legs that ended in clawed feet. His long tail flicked back and forth slowly as he regarded me the way a powerful predator might regard a particularly helpless and stupid victim.

  “You are Orion.”

  He did not speak the words; I heard them in my mind. The voice seethed with malevolence, with an evil so deep and complete that my knees went weak.

  “I am Set, master of this world. You have been sent to destroy me. Abandon all hope, foolish man. That is manifestly impossible.”

  I could not speak, could not even move. It had been the same when I had first been created by the Golden One. His presence had also paralyzed me. He had built such a reaction into my brain. Yet even so, I had learned to overcome it, somewhat. Now this monstrous apparition of evil held me in thrall even more completely than the Golden One ever had. I knew, with utter certainty, that Set could still my breath with a glance, could make my heart stop with a blink of his burning red eyes.

  “Your Creators fear me, and justly so. I will destroy them and all their works utterly, beginning with you.”

  I struggled to move, to say something back to him, but I could not control any part of my body.

  “You think you have struck a blow against me by killing one of my creatures and stealing a miserable band of slaves from my garden.”

  The terror that Set struck in me went beyond reason, beyond sanity. I realized that I was gazing upon the human race’s primal fear, the image that would one day be called Satan.

  “You think that you are safe from my punishment now that you have reached your so-called Paradise,” Set went on, his words burning themselves into my mind.

  He was incapable of laughter, but I felt acid-hot amusement in his tone as he said, “I will send you a punishment that will make those pitiful wretches beg for death and the eternal fire. Even in your Paradise I will send you a punishment that will seek you out in the darkest night and make you scream for mercy. Not this night. Perhaps not for many nights to come. But soon enough.”

  I was already screaming with the effort of trying to break free of his mental grasp. But my screams were silent, I did not have the power to voice them. I could not even sweat, despite bending every gram of my strength to battle against his hold over me.

  “Do not bother to fight against me, human. Enjoy what little shreds of life you have remaining to you. I will destroy you all, including the woman you love, the self-styled goddess. She will die the most painful death of all.”

  And suddenly I was screaming, roaring my lungs out. Sitting up on the mossy ground beneath the trees of Paradise as the sun rose on a new day, bellowing with terror and horror and the self-hate that comes from weakness.

  Chapter 5

  The others clustered around me, eyes wide, questioning.

  “What is it, Orion?”

  “Nothing,” I said. “A bad dream, nothing more.” But I was soaked with cold sweat, and had to consciously control my nerves to keep from trembling.

  They asked me to relate the dream to them so they might interpret it. I told them I could not remember any of it and eventually they left me in peace.

  But they were clearly unsettled. And Anya regarded me with probing eyes. She knew that it would take something much more than an ordinary nightmare to make me scream.

  “Come on,” I said to them all. “We must move deeper into these woods, away from the grassland.” As far away from Set as possible, I meant, even though I did not say the words aloud.

  Anya walked beside me. “Was it the Golden One?” she asked. “Or one of the other Creators?”

  With a shake of my head I answered with one word: “Set.”

  The color drained from her face.

  For several days more we traveled through the forest, following the brook as it led to a wider stream that seemed to flow southward. The men all had spears now, and I was teaching them to fire-harden their points. I wanted to find a place where there was flint and quartz so we could begin making stone tools and weapons.

  Birds flitted through the trees, bright flashes of color in the greenery. Insects buzzed a constant background hum. Squirrels and other furry little mammals scampered up tree trunks at our approach and then stopped, tails twitching, watching until we hiked past them. My sense of danger eased, my fear of Set’s lurking presence slowly diminished, as we moved deeper into this cool peaceful friendly forest.

  It was peaceful and friendly by day. Night was a different matter. The world was different in the dark. Even with a sizable campfire to warm and light us the forest took on a menacing, ominous aspect in the darkness. Shadows flickered like living things. Hoots and moans floated through the misty gloom. Even the tree trunks themselves became black twisted forms reaching out to ensnare. Cold tendrils of fog hovered like ghosts just beyond the warmth of our fire, creeping closer as the flames weakened and died.

  Our little band endured the dark frightening nights, sleeping fitfully, bothered by restless dreams and fears of things lurking in the shadows beyond our sight. We marched in the light of day when the forest was cheerful with the calls of birds and bright with mottled sunshine filtering through the tall trees. At night we huddled in fear of the unseeable.

  At last we came to a line of high rugged cliffs where the stream—a fair-sized river now—had cut through solid stone. Following the narrow trail between the water’s edge and the cliff, we found a hollowed-out area, as if a huge semicircular chunk of stone had been scooped out of the cliff by a giant’s powerful hand.

  I left Anya and the others by the river’s edge while I went in to explore this towering bowl of stone. Its curving walls rose high above me, layered in tiers of ocher, yellow, and the gray of granite. Pinnacles of rock rose like citadels on either side of the bowl, standing straight and high against the bright blue sky.

  Through the screen of brush and young trees that covered the boulder-strewn floor of the little canyon I saw the dark eyes of caves up along the bowl’s curving wall. Water and woods near at hand, a good defensive location with a clear view of any approaching enemy.

  “We will make this our camp,” I called back to the others, who were resting by the river’s edge.

  “…this our camp,” came an echo rebounding from the bowl of rock.

  They leaped to their feet, startled. Before I could go down to them they came rushing up to where I stood.

  “We heard your voice twice,” said Noch, fearfully.

  “It is an echo,” I said. “Listen.” Raising my voice, I called out my own name.

  “Orion!” came the echo floating back to our ears.

  “A god is in the rock!” Reeva said, her knees trembling.

  “No, no,” I tried to assure them. “You try it. Shout out your name, Reeva.”

  She clamped her lips tight. Staring down at her crusted toes, she shook her head in frightened refusal.

  Anya called out. And then young Chron.
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  “It is a god,” said Noch. “Or maybe an evil demon.”

  “It is neither,” I insisted. “Nothing but a natural echo. The sound bounces off the rock and returns to our ears.”

  They could not accept a natural explanation, it was clear.

  Finally I said, “Well, if it is a god, then it’s a friendly one who will help to protect us. No one will be able to move through this canyon without our hearing it.”

  Reluctantly, they accepted my estimate of the situation. As we walked along the narrow trail that wound through the jutting boulders and trees toward the caves it was obvious that they were wary of this strange, spooky bowl of rock. Instead of being exasperated with their superstitious fears I felt almost glad that at last they were showing some spirit, some thinking of their own. They were doing as I told them, true enough, but they did not like it. They were no longer docile sheep following without question. They still followed, but at least they were asking questions.

  Noch insisted on building a cairn at the base of the hollow to propitiate “the god who speaks.” I thought it was superstitious nonsense, but helped them pile up the little mound of stones nevertheless.

  “You are testing us, Orion, aren’t you?” Noch said, puffing, as he lifted a stone to the top of the chest-high mound.

  “Testing you?”

  The other men were gathered around, watching, now that we had completed the primitive monument.

  “You are a god yourself. Our god.”

  I shook my head. “No. I am only a man.”

  “No man could have slain the dragon that guarded us,” said Vorn, one of the older men. His dark beard showed streaks of silver, his head was balding.

  “The dragon almost killed me. I needed Anya’s help, or it would have.”

  “You are a full-grown man, yet you grow no beard,” Noch said, as if proving his point.

  I shrugged. “My beard grows very slowly. That doesn’t make me a god, believe me.”

  “You have brought us back to Paradise. Only a—”

 

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