Chapter 8 Kala Dezi-2

What he saw must have froze him there.Because there were three giant apes as strong as bulls standing in the room, and there were many crowds behind them.How many there were, he would never know.His pistol and rifle were hanging on the wall some distance away from him, and Kochak was already on him. The King of the Apes let go of the limp body of John Clayton, Greystock, and turned his attention back to the baby in the cradle.But Kara took the first step. Before he could do it, she had snatched the child into her hands, and before he stepped forward to intercept her, she rushed out of the house, climbed up a big tree, and hid.

When she picked up Alice Clayton's baby, she threw her own dead baby into the cradle.For the cry of the child answered the maternal cry of all things that surged in her breast as a beast, which the dead young ape could never do. On the tall roots of the big, stout tree, she held the screaming baby in her arms.Soon, the dominant instinct in the ferocious mother ape—maternal love, like that in his gentle, beautiful mother, touched the child's incomplete understanding, and he stopped crying. up. Then hunger filled the gap between them, and the son of an English lord and an English lady began sucking on the teat of Kara the Great Ape.

Meanwhile, the group of apes in the hut was cautiously examining the contents of this strange nest. Once Kochak was satisfied that Clayton was dead, he turned his attention to what lay under the tarp. He lifted up a corner of the tarpaulin carefully, and as soon as he saw a woman lying underneath, he tore the shroud from her abruptly, stretched out a pair of big hairy hands, and grabbed the snow-white, motionless neck. His fingers dug deep into the cold skin, and it took him a moment to realize that it was a zombie, and he walked away from her, inspecting the things in the house, and did not bother Mrs. Alice and Mr. John again. corpse.

The rifles hanging on the storey wall first caught his attention.For many months, he had been dreaming of this strange stick that could kill apes and make a noise like thunder, but now that it was so close, he dared not take it rashly. He walked over to the thing carefully, ready to run if the guy opened his mouth to roar.Because he had heard it roar like that before.Because of his ignorance and recklessness, his kind suffered a lot when attacking that magical "white ape". In this beast.Something in his soul told him that this thunderous stick was dangerous only in the hands of someone who could handle it.It took him several minutes, though, to work up the courage to touch the gun.

He walked up and down the floor, turning his head from time to time, never taking his eyes off the thing he wanted. "The ape king" just came and walked, leaning on his long arms, like a person leaning on a cane. Every time he took a step, his huge body swayed forward. It screamed and let out a shrill sound from time to time. roar. There is no more terrible sound in the jungle. After a while, he finally stopped in front of the rifle, and slowly stretched out a big hand, almost touching the gleaming muzzle.But he retracted again and began to pace anxiously. It was as if the beast was trying to muster up enough courage to hold a rifle in his hand, with this savage cry, with what appeared to be a show of fearlessness.

He stopped again.This time he managed to force the reluctant hand to touch the cold steel pipe, but he immediately retracted and walked restlessly. He tried again and again, each time giving him a little more confidence, until at last he took the rifle off the hook and held it in his hand. Seeing that it didn't harm him, the envoy Kochak began to take a closer look. He touched the gun from head to tail, and looked into the dark muzzle.He felt for the sight, the bolt, the stock, and finally the trigger. Meanwhile, the apes that had come in were sitting huddled together at the door, looking at their leader.The apes outside the door also crowded nervously, wanting to take a look at what was going on in the house.

Suddenly, Kochak's finger pulled the trigger, and a deafening bang erupted in the cabin.The apes in the door and the door are all running away desperately, squeezing each other and making a mess. Kochak was similarly taken aback.He was so frightened that he forgot to throw away the "culprit" that had erupted with such a terrible noise, but grabbed it and ran towards the door. When he broke through the door, the sight on the front of the rifle just caught the door that opened from the inside, and with great force, the door was tightly closed behind the "ape king" who fled in a panic.

Not far from the hut, Kochak stopped, only to realize that he was still holding the rifle in his hand, and quickly threw it to the ground, like throwing a piece of red-hot iron.He didn't want it any more, his irrational nerves just couldn't stand the bang.But now he was quite sure that the dreadful stick would do no harm if left by itself. About an hour later, the group of apes returned to the hut to continue their "investigation".Only then did they realize to their chagrin that the door was closed, and it was so tightly closed that they could not even push it. It turned out that when Kochak went out, the very clever latch that Clayton had installed on the door was snapped from the inside.And the apes couldn't get in through the grilled windows.

They wandered around the hut for a while, and then began to return to the depths of the forest and the higher plateau. Kara didn't immediately come down from the tree with the baby she adopted.Kochak yelled at her to follow the line.She recognized that there was no irritation in his voice, and she descended very lightly from branch to branch to join the procession going home. The apes wanted to see Carla, the strange baby, but were frightened by her bared teeth, by her low, hostile cry, and the warning that accompanied it. Not until she was sure they meant no harm to the boy did she allow them to go and have a look, but never to touch him.

It was as if she knew perfectly well that this baby of hers was very delicate and delicate, and that she was afraid that the rough hands of her brethren might hurt the little thing. There was one more thing that made this kind of travel extra difficult for her.Remembering the tragic death of her own little ape, she held the new baby in her arms protectively with one hand as soon as she was outside. The other young apes are riding on the back of their mothers, their small arms are tightly wrapped around the hairy neck in front of them, and their legs are clamped under the sockets of their mother's limbs.

Carla doesn't do that.She held little Lord Greystoke close to her breast, and let her beautiful little hands grasp the long black fur that covered it. She had seen a child fall from her back and die in misery, and she never dared to risk the child again.