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made of beads of different coloured stone, and from these hung pendants of odd, strange shapes, and some of them had bracelets of ivory and flint.
‘I say,’ said Robert, ‘what a lot we could teach them if we stayed here!’
‘I expect they could teach us something too,’ said Cyril. ‘Did you notice that flint bracelet the woman had that Anthea gave the collar to? That must have taken some making. Look here, they’ll get suspicious if we talk among ourselves, and I do want to know about how they do things. Let’s get the girl to show us round, and we can be thinking about how to get the Amulet at the same time. Only mind, we must keep together.’
Anthea beckoned to the girl, who was standing a little way off looking wistfully at them, and she came gladly.
‘Tell us how you make the bracelets, the stone ones,’ said Cyril.
‘With other stones,’ said the girl; ‘the men make them; we have men of special skill in such work.’
‘Haven’t you any iron tools?’
‘Iron,’ said the girl, ‘I don’t know what you mean.’ It was the first word she had not understood.
‘Are all your tools of flint?’ asked Cyril.
‘Of course,’ said the girl, opening her eyes wide.
I wish I had time to tell you of that talk. The English children wanted to hear all about this new place, but they also wanted to tell of their own country. It was like when you come back from your holidays and you want to hear and to tell everything at the same time. As the talk went on there were more and more words that the girl could not understand, and the children soon gave up the attempt to explain to her what their own country was like, when they began to see how very few of the things they had always thought they could not do without were really at all necessary to life.
The girl showed them how the huts were made – indeed, as one was being made that very day she took them to look at it. The way of building was very different from ours. The men stuck long pieces of wood into a piece of ground the size of the hut they wanted to make. These were about eight inches apart; then they put in another row about eight inches away from the first, and then a third row still further out. Then all the space between was filled up with small branches and twigs, and then daubed over with black mud worked with the feet till it was soft and sticky like putty.
The girl told them how the men went hunting with flint spears and arrows, and how they made boats with reeds and clay. Then she explained the reed thing in the river that she had taken the fish out of. It was a fish-trap – just a ring of reeds set up in the water with only one little opening in it, and in this opening, just below the water, were stuck reeds slanting the way of the river’s flow, so that the fish, when they had swum sillily in, sillily couldn’t get out again. She showed them the clay pots and jars and platters, some of them ornamented with black and red patterns, and the most wonderful things made of flint and different sorts of stone, beads, and ornaments, and tools and weapons of all sorts and kinds.
‘It is really wonderful,’ said Cyril patronisingly, ‘when you consider that it’s all eight thousand years ago—’
‘I don’t understand you,’ said the girl.
‘It isn’t eight thousand years ago,’ whispered Jane. ‘It’s now – and that’s just what I don’t like about it. I say, do let’s get home again before anything more happens. You can see for yourselves the charm isn’t here.’
‘What’s in that place in the middle?’ asked Anthea, struck by a sudden thought, and pointing to the fence.
‘That’s the secret sacred place,’ said the girl in a whisper. ‘No one knows what is there. There are many walls, and inside the insidest one It is, but no one knows what It is except the headsmen.’
‘I believe you know,’ said Cyril, looking at her very hard.
‘I’ll give you this if you’ll tell me,’ said Anthea taking off a bead-ring which had already been much admired.
‘Yes,’ said the girl, catching eagerly at the ring. ‘My father is one of the heads, and I know a water charm to make him talk in his sleep. And he has spoken. I will tell you. But if they know I have told you they will kill me. In the insidest inside there is a stone box, and in it there is the Amulet. None knows whence it came. It came from very far away.’
‘Have you seen it?’ asked Anthea.
The girl nodded.
‘Is it anything like this?’ asked Jane, rashly producing the charm.
The girl’s face turned a sickly greenish white.
‘Hide it, hide it,’ she whispered. ‘You must put it back. If they see it they will kill us all. You for taking it, and me for knowing that there was such a thing. Oh, woe – woe! why did you ever come here?’
‘Don’t be frightened,’ said Cyril. ‘they shan’t know. Jane, don’t you be such a little jack-ape again – that’s all. You see what will happen if you do. Now, tell me—’ He turned to the girl, but before he had time to speak the question there was a loud shout, and a man bounded in through the opening in the thorn-hedge.
‘Many foes are upon us!’ he cried. ‘Make ready the defences!’
His breath only served for that, and he lay panting on the ground.
‘Oh, do let’s go home!’ said Jane. ‘Look here – I don’t care – I will!’
She held up the charm. Fortunately all the strange, fair people were too busy to notice her. She held up the charm. And nothing happened.
‘You haven’t said the word of power,’ said Anthea.
Jane hastily said it – and still nothing happened.
‘Hold it up towards the East, you silly!’ said Robert.
‘Which is the East?’ said Jane, dancing about in her agony of terror.
Nobody knew. So they opened the fish-bag to ask the Psammead.
And the bag had only a waterproof sheet in it.
The Psammead was gone.
‘Hide the sacred thing! Hide it! Hide it!’ whispered the girl.
Cyril shrugged his shoulders, and tried to look as brave as he knew he ought to feel.
‘Hide it up, Pussy,’ he said. ‘We are in for it now. We’ve just got to stay and see it out.’
Chapter V.
The Fight in the Village
Here was a horrible position! Four English children, whose proper date was A.D. 1905, and whose proper address was London, set down in Egypt in the year 6000 B.C., with no means whatever of getting back into their own time and place. They could not find the East, and the sun was of no use at the moment, because some officious person had once explained to Cyril that the sun did not really set in the West at all – nor rise in the East either, for the matter of that.
The Psammead had crept out of the bass-bag when they were not looking and had basely deserted them.
An enemy was approaching. There would be a fight. People get killed in fights, and the idea of taking part in a fight was one that did not smile to the children.
The man who had brought the news of the enemy still lay panting on the sand. His tongue was hanging out, long and red, like a dog’s. The people of the village were hurriedly filling the gaps in the fence with thorn-bushes from the heap that seemed