Rahan. Episode Forty Eight. The Weapons that fly. by Roger Lecureux. A Puke (TM) Comic.

Rahan.

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Episode Forty Eight.

The Weapons that fly.

Story by Roger Lecruex.
Art by Andre Cheret.

It was scorching hot and the son of Crao stretched out happily in the shade of a large tree.
It was then that he heard a slight rustle in the foliage and caught a glimpse of the man with the blowgun.

He threw himself aside, barely avoiding the short dart that was intended for him!
Pook!

The man was already extracting another arrow from his curious bamboo quiver.

If you want Rahan dead, come down and face him!

Page Two.

But before he slipped it into his blowgun, Rahan had thought of a use for the long vines.
Since you will not come down, Rahan will make you come to him!

He violently shook the vines, which the man imprudently held.
Ra-ha-ha

Argh!
And he, surprised by the suddenness of the response, lost his balance.

When he regained his senses, the son of Crao had grabbed the blowgun.
Since Tara did not manage to kill you, you can kill him!
It is the law of the hunt!

Rahan does not take the life of "Those-who-walk-upright".
Why did you want to steal his?!

Page Three.

All those who do not belong to the Gaa clan are enemies!
Rahan has heard such stupidity too often!
Go away!

Go, Tara! Go back to your people!
Rahan will continue on his way!
You will not get far!
You should never have ventured into our territory!

After the hunter had disappeared into the thicket, the son of Crao sighed.
Would he therefore come up against hostility from his fellow men everywhere and always?

The blowgun was not an unknown weapon to him.
The short arrows, he knew, were poisoned.
Rahan will have to be wary of Gaa's hunters, he thought to himself.

He plunged into the forest with all his senses alert, fearing at every step that a dart would spring from the thickets.

Page Four.

He finally arrived and almost shouted with joy.
All around was a large lake, which was simmering under the sun.
Rahan escaped the hunters!
And there is the possibility of refreshing himself!

When he rushed between the soapwort bushes, he felt like he was treading on warm ashes.

Yes, it is like those ashes left by the fires of Rahan!
The thick layer of gray dust proves that the sun, season after season, set these bushes on fire.

The son of Crao continued his course on this ground softer than the moss of the undergrowth when.
Baghae!

Suddenly emerging from behind a large charred stump, a black panther pounced on him!

Page Five.

The shock was such that the knife he had just drawn escaped him.
Argh!

A cloud of ashes rose when he collapsed under the beast.
You surprised Rahan, Baghae, but you have not taken his life yet!

The son of Crao and the feline rolled into the hollow of a dune.
The arrows!!

The arrows which had just scattered on the ground made the outcome of the melee even more uncertain.

Each of these poisonous darts was more formidable than the panther's slaps.
This thought increased Rahan's energy tenfold.
Ra-ha-ha!

Page Six.

The beast, thrown back, growled furiously and gathered itself up for a new attack.
Attack Baghae!
And pay attention!

The son of Crao had grabbed two darts.
The one he threw barely stuck in the black chest.

But he did not have to use the second.
The panther, as if struck by lightning, collapsed on the ashes.
Ra-ha-ha!

A moment later, he had found his knife and the blowgun and was carefully collecting the fine arrows.
Rahan has never needed to bathe so much!

From head to toe, the son of Crao was, in fact, covered in gray dust.
He rushed towards the lake.

Page Seven.

The water was cool and felt good on his aching muscles.
He was happily rubbing his arms and chest when.

Ooh!
A whitish foam bubbled between his fingers.

He waved his hands to get rid of the foam and his astonishment grew even greater.
Countless little bubbles fluttered around him, bright and light.
Rahan has discovered a magic powder!

The bubbles disappeared, and.
The hunters of Gaa have, found the traces of Rahan!

These tracks, on the ashes, were easy to follow.
Behind the rushes, Crao's son saw the men heading towards the lake.

Page Eight.

He had used this trick many times.
He grabbed the blowgun and let himself slide under the water.

He no longer heard or saw the hunters.
But he guessed that they were observing the surface of the lake.

He was wrong!
The men, whose tracks had led to the edge of the lake, were scrutinizing the Sky!

His trail ends there and he did not turn back, because he took flight like a bird!

Like many clans, in these fierce times, this one knew nothing about swimming!
That the fugitive had dared to face the water of the lake was unthinkable to them!

When the son of Crao stood up cautiously, Gaa and his hunters in the distance were about to disappear into the forest.
This old trick has succeeded, once again.

Page Nine.

Never had his body, cleansed of the mysterious dust, been so clean.
Delighted, He joyfully whipped the foam that floated around him.

Even Crao the wise man, who knew so many things did not know of powder-that cleans!
The foam clumped together at the end of the blowgun.

Like a bright cluster of tiny tears.
Fly away, little tears, fly away!

The shaking was not enough, Rahan instinctively brought the blowgun to his mouth, and blew.

And it was a new miracle!
A bubble grew and grew, and grew.
It sparkled with marvelous colors
Is Rahan dreaming?!

Page Ten.

Transparent and light, the bubble suddenly detached itself, moving slowly in front of the stunned son of Crao.
Are you good or are you a malevolent thing?

Rahan was more intrigued than worried.
But as this "Thing" got closer he nevertheless held out his knife.
Back!!

Pop!
Ohh! You are not very dangerous!
The bubble, touching the ivory blade, had vanished.

“Tears-that-fly” are born from magic powder.
But they die as soon as we touch them!!

Rahan enjoyed making bubbles for a long time, laughing when they burst at the slightest touch, spraying him with fine droplets.
Ha-ha-ha!
Rahan will take magic powder with him!

Page Eleven.

Shortly after, in fact, he filled a bamboo quiver with ashes.
A wad of grass would clog this container.

He was returning to the forest when, along the dune where he had confronted "Baghae"
The Baghae had disappeared!

The hunters of Gaa found the Baghae's body and brought it back to the village!
No! Rahan is mistaken!

The son of Crao could not discover other traces in the ashes.
Only his own and those of the panther!!

“Baghae” disappeared like “Tears that fly”.

Ctot!
Argh!!
Too late he noticed the noise behind the stump.
The dart stuck in his shoulder and he collapsed without even seeing the hunters!

Page Twelve.

He did not come to himself until much later.
The Hunters. The weapons.
The "Territory of Shadows" is made like this.
You are not in the “Territory of Shadows”.
You are prisoner of Gaa.

We have arrows that strike the enemy, others that plunge them into the “Long Sleep”!
Rahan now realized that he was attached to the wall of a hut.

Do you hear Gaa?
Do you understand him?
Yes, the son of Crao understood why he was still alive, why the panther had disappeared.

When the "Baghae" came out of the long sleep, she took refuge in the forest.
But Rahan cannot escape!

Gaa could have killed Rahan. Why didn't he do it?
Because you spared Tara.
And also because Gaa wants to prove his skill to his brothers!

Page thirteen.

If these arrows hit you, you will die!
And that will mean that Gaa is no longer worthy of being leader!
The arrows that Gaa brandished had a reddish tip.

The hunters were kept aside.
Thirty steps from Rahan, Gaa raised his blowgun.
Gaa hopes he will not hit you, Rahan!
Rahan was confused.

Puff!
The son of Crao had never experienced such a moment of anguish.
Gaa wanted to spare him, but how far would his pride push him?
The first dart whistled.

And came to care a stop near his face.
The second stuck a hand's width away.
Gaa is capable!
But Rahan can do better than him!

Free him and give him back his knife!
Let Gaa take his place!!
The approvals that were made proved that this challenge enchanted the hunters!
Page Fourteen.

A moment later, Rahan was freed and Gaa, through pride or unconsciousness, calmly leaned against the hut.
Gaa is ready!

Rahan must do better than Gaa, but without touching him!
If Gaa dies, Rahan will be killed by the hunters!

The son of Crao managed to control his emotion.
Silence fell as he brandished the ivory knife.
Make Rahan aim true, Crao!

The cutlass flew, whirled, plunged towards the clan leader, and.
The clamors it drew saluted the feat!

The blade stuck a finger away from Gaa's throat, but the latter did not flinch.
Only “Magic Powder” can give you your skill!

Page Fifteen.

Gaa brandished the quiver filled with ashes.
Since you are a sorcerer, tell us the secret of this powder, Otherwise you will die!

Rahan disliked to play the sorcerer.
But he no longer had a choice.

This powder does not give throwing skill, but it makes "tears-that-fly!"

Ha-ha-ha! Tears that fly!
Ha-ha-ha!
Gaa and his brothers would like to see!

They will see.
They saw Rahan pour the ashes into a bowl full of water.

Barely had he whipped the water with his knife when a thick foam rose.
Give Rahan a blowgun!

A moment later, stupor froze the clan.
They looked without understanding at the marvelous bubbles that rose in the sky.
Page Sixteen.

Eh!? Gaa suddenly saw one of them, curiously deformed. He wanted to grab it but!
Gaa wants a “Flying Tear”!!
Ooh! Why did Rahan make the “Tear” disappear??

Gaa wants a tear that doesn't disappear!
The hunters, for their part, tried in vain to catch the bubbles.

The son of Crao was incapable of performing such a miracle!
But Gaa insisted, and became threatening.
If you do not obey, you will die!

He was going to slip a red-tipped dart into his blowgun.
Rahan does not have the power to prolong the life of the "Tears-that-Fly".
But Gaa and his people perhaps do?

Page Seventeen.

Whoever gets the biggest “Tear” might be able to preserve it!
There was a moment of hesitation, and what Rahan hoped for happened.

Jostling around the bowl the hunters plunged their blowguns into the soapy mass.
It's time to flee!

The men were too busy to pay attention to their captive.
He rushed towards the nearby forest.

Ah! Nevertheless this “Tear” was big!
You lied to us, Rahan! But, but!
Gaa was the first to notice the disappearance of the son of Crao.

They quickly found the traces of the fugitive and the hunt began again.
The big lake will stop him!
Without the magic powder, he won't be able to fly away!

Page Eighteen.

Rahan, who was actually running towards the lake, had very little lead over his pursuers.
They do not know how to "Crawl on water".
Rahan will escape from them!

The hunters screamed in amazement when he dove.
Such audacity was beyond their comprehension!

The son of Crao swam underwater, moving away from the shore.
He only returned to the surface when he felt he was out of range of the poisoned darts.

Click! Plock! Plock!
Some fell behind him and.
Stop! Stop! A hunter who can glide on water deserves to live!!

But if water supports Rahan, it will support Gaa!
Gaa will Bring Rahan Back Alive!
And he will become our brother!

Page Nineteen.

With the courage and recklessness that were his own, Gaa threw himself into the water!

And the clan, amazed, saw what they had never seen.
One of their own was floating on the lake, moving forward on the lake!

Gesticulating as best he could, Gaa remained on the surface.
Rahan, amused, heard his cries of joy.
Gloo. Gaa Crawls on the water! Gaa Crawls on the water!

Gaa thanks Rahan.
To have proven that to him. It was possible!
Rahan has nothing left.
To fear from the Clan!
He will be our brother.

For a moment, Gaa almost sank, but Rahan was already coming to the rescue.
Don't gesticulate so much, Gaa! You have to stay calm to properly “Crawl on water”!

Page Twenty.

Rahan does not know how to make "Tears" that last.
But he knows many things that he can teach yours!

Yes, yes, But you have already taught us the most beautiful things.
We will no longer fear the great lake!
Imitating Rahan, Gaa swam almost decently.

As they came towards the shore, the son of Crao willingly allowed himself to be left behind.
Very good Gaa! Very Good!

The hunters, hostile a moment earlier, now cheered Rahan.
Although brutal, this turnaround.
Was not as unexpected as it seemed.

It often took so little in those fierce times for contempt to give way to respect, for friendship to drive out hatred!
“Those-who-walk-upright”, men, had so much to learn from each other.

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