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What were you supposed to do? Your buddy goes off on a perilous trip .. and doesn’t return. What you gonna do? Leave him? Rash, foolhardy .. his buddy was impetuous. But bosom-buddies since forever ….. how the hell could he not go looking?
What was happening with their world? It was crashing down around all their ears. Security. Commitment. Devotion to the gods. GONE! Under threat. Twice! Two violations .. in one week.
True, that stupid challenge had been Nguana’s idea. It was typical Nguana .. rash, impetulant .. fun. Only this “fun” offended men’s deeply-held beliefs. And the pair were made to pay. It was only going to go one way …….
He was the pin-up guy, he was the man of the moment. For capturing the violator. For lashing out at his bare hide with force. A force that reflected the tribe’s hatred of the desecator.
Were they all sadists, this tribe? All monsters? What had Korak done? To deserve this horror? Every cell of his body alive with their pain. He’d done wrong, in their eyes. He’d come to rescue an injured friend. In his eyes.
The shaman was communing. Imploring the gods to be kind on the tribe. Requiring of them what punishment for the offender they required.
The tribe trembled. Fearful of the gods’ retribution. They needed succour. To drown their fears in hatred for this violator who had threatened their lives.
Right and wrong …. a movable feast. Nguana had done wrong .. setting up this challenge .. Korak had warned him .. penetrating this mountain gods’ domain …. sacrilege.
Korak had done the right thing .. come to rescue an injured friend. He’d done the wrong thing .. he’d trampled over the gods’ rights.
The tribe were protecting their gods .. guardians of their rights. But viciously torturing Korak? Robbing Nguana of his spirit?
The dog had violated. The gods were incensed. The tribe feared retribution. Anxious that the shaman would return .. bearing the sentence of the gods on the tribe.
They hated this dog. For his crime. For the threat he bore. They burned with vengeance.
The perpetrator’s obstinacy was beyond understanding. Did he not care? Had he no values? That he had violated the gods’ domain .. did that not matter to him? That the tribe was showing him the error of his ways ….. What did he do? Defy. Curse. Trample on their deepest beliefs.