Rahan. Episode One hundred and Nine. The Treasure of Rahan. A Puke (TM) Comic.

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Rahan.

Episode One hundred and Nine.

By Roger Lecureux, drawn by Andre Cheret.

The Treasure of Rahan.

The "Goraks" managed to surprise Rahan!
But they have not killed him yet!

Surprised in his sleep, by these young "Sabre-toothed Tigers", the Son of Crao knew that the fight would be terrible.
He was preparing to lead it, when.

Call back your "Goraks", Ognard!
This hunter does not seem to have come as an enemy!
Reluctantly, the one named Ognard gave a brief order to the felines.

Who obediently returned to crouch at his feet.
Welcome to our territory, brother, stranger! But. But would you not be Rahan, the son of Crao?
I am Rahan, the son of Crao.

Page Two.

The echo of your exploits has reached us!
They say you have invented a thousand wonderful things and know a thousand secrets!
The "Waterside Clan" is happy to welcome you, brother!

The welcome from this clan was indeed warm.
Only the sorcerer Ognard did not share the enthusiasm of his people.
Will you tell us about your discoveries, Rahan? Will you reveal your secrets?
They say you are a genius who knows everything!

Rahan is not a genius.
He is just a hunter who knows how to observe things and take advantage of them.
But how? How?
Akoa, the chief's son, was eager to learn.

How? Take the example of these rafts, that your clan knows how to build.
Rahan at your age, did not yet know how to "Crawl on water" but one day.

Carried away by a torrent, he survived by clinging to two trunks.
Discovering that day that the trees were floating, the idea came to him.

To assemble several of them to cross the "Waterways." Rahan had just discovered something that others had perhaps known for a long time!

Page Three.

They say you also invented a "Fish Trap"!
Here again, Rahan only had the merit of knowing how to observe nature.

The son of Crao told how, by chance while hunting, he had.
Saw a salmon get itself caught in a bramble thorn.

If that trap attracts fish, they will fall into Rahan's trap!
And how, taking advantage of this observation, the idea came to him to carve solid and effective hooks!

In front of the attentive clan Rahan evoked distant memories.
One day, chance made Rahan discover a new weapon.

He chased a "Beast-that-stings" that had long annoyed him.
But the beast.
Took refuge inside a long hollow reed.

To chase it away Rahan had cut the reed and instinctively blown into it.
The beast had been thrown far away.

Page Four.

Since the "Wind of the cheeks" could throw the "Stinging Beast" far, it could probably throw something else!
Rahan tried with a long thorn.

The son of Crao revealed how he had perhaps, that day, invented or reinvented this weapon that we would call a blowgun!

Young Akoa was filled with admiration.
Is it not said that you can approach your enemies without being seen by them?
Chance again, little man!

It was while observing the “beast-that-changes-its-color” that Rahan had the idea one day.
To cover yourself with foliage to approach your opponents!

You must have crossed extraordinary territories.
The strangest thing Rahan has ever known.

Is the "White-skinned-country."
The son of Crao spoke at length about this country covered in snow and ice.
Rahan understands. When it is cold, the great lake protects itself with a "White Skin!"
This was the country, from which he almost did not return.
Page Five.

And where, in spite of himself, he had been led to discover. The sled!

You will have to return Rahan's property!

You have seen so many things! You know so many things! That is a real treasure Rahan has in his head!
Rahan will deliver it to you tomorrow, brothers!

Later, as the last fire went out.
It is true that Rahan has a treasure in his head! This treasure must go to Ognard. And to him alone!

Ognard the sorcerer, shortly after, slipped into the hut that had been offered to the son of Crao.
The treasure in your head must pass into Ognard's.

Ognard wants to learn everything you have learned! He wants to know everything you know!
The bamboo needle penetrated Rahan's flesh.

But the treacherous Ognard knew that this sting was enough to paralyze him until dawn!
You are at the mercy of Ognard, Rahan! You will have to reveal your treasure to him!

Page Six.

Oh! What, What!
Young Akoa, who had been amazed by the tales of the "Hunter with the Fire-Hair" had been unable to sleep. He was the only one to see the raft drift away!

The Son of Crao woke from his lethargic sleep at dawn.
The "Goraks" were watching over the entrance to the cave where Ogrard had led him.
Do not expect to escape, Rahan! I want you to tell me all your secrets! All! All!

The tip of the ivory knife prodded the captive's torso.
Why torment Rahan, he is ready to teach everything he knows to his brothers and.

No, I want your "Treasure" for myself alone! Tell me about your finds and your discoveries! Speak! Speak!

And do not expect anyone to help you, Rahan!
No one knows where we are!
Ognard-the-sorcerer was mistaken, Akoa had followed him to this cave.
But the child Did not dare to show himself.

The clan may be looking for Rahan. Rahan must buy time!
Drop that knife, Ognard. Rahan will tell you what he remembers.

Page Seven.

The son of Crao conjured up whatever came to his mind. He told how, one day discovering the flexibility of bamboo.

He had come up with a new way to avoid a rhinoceros' charge.
To get over obstacles and.

To escape from his enemies.

Ha-ha-ha! This is not how you will escape Ognard! Come on. Speak again! Tell me! Tell me!
Sometimes hilarious, sometimes furious, the sorcerer was still prodding the flesh of his captive.

Rahan, sorting through his memories, spoke of his "Finds."
He spoke of the day when, accidentally caught in a vine.

He had, while observing this one beast.
Discovered the "Noose” and.
Ra-ha-ha!
Rahan had invented a new trap!

Page Eight.

Again! Again! Do not hide anything from me about the "Treasure" you have in your head! Speak! Speak!
Ognard, at the height of excitement, was still tormenting him.

And Rahan, wielding his memory, drew from it other memories.

He described how one day he had accidentally pierced a skin that he wanted to retrieve from the mud.

He had taken advantage of this banal incident, substituting a thin thorn for his knife, he had that day "invented" the needle.

Hidden at the entrance of the cave, young Akoa did not miss any of these revelations. The "Goraks" who knew the child, had not flinched.
Why is Ognard making Rahan suffer?
Akoa should have warned the clan!

The son of Crao continued to relate his adventures. Having avoided a fatal fall thanks to a forked branch.
Ra-ha-ha!

The idea came to him to use a similar branch to slide down a vine and escape his pursuers.

Page Nine.

He recounted how, another time, he had imagined a mobile scaffolding to escape from a trap into which he had been thrown.

As soon as Rahan fell silent the pressure of the ivory knife grew stronger.
Continue! I want to know everything about your discoveries, your inventions!
Talk! Talk!

Ognard is a brute! How could Akoa help Rahan?
Fearing the sorcerer, Akoa remained hidden in the shadows.

Rahan now told the extraordinary story of a lakeside village whose footbridge was set on fire every time a volcano erupted.
Inspired by the rotating motion of his knife.

He had the idea of a swing bridge that the fishermen could, at will, remove from the incandescent lava!

Page Ten.

Again! Again! Tell me about other finds! Quickly! Quickly! If not.
Argh! The pain was so sharp this time.

What.
That is enough Ognard!
Ra-ha-ha!
Argh!

The sorcerer, thrown to the ground, had let the ivory knife slip. But Rahan could not seize it.

Suddenly.
Akoa!
Overcoming his fears, the child rushed into the cave, and rushed towards the weapon.

Quickly! Cut this vine, Akoa! Quickly!
But it was already too late.
Ognard had just shouted an order. His "Goraks" were rushing towards the captive!

Page Eleven.

The Treasure of Rahan.
The child had barely cut the vine when the "Goraks" pounced on the freed captive!
Catch Rahan! Catch!

Ah! If you were not the son of Horgg, I would kill you on the spot, Akoa!
Rahan had seized the knife and was facing the wild beasts.
One of them rolled at his feet, his throat slit.

A second was to suffer the same fate when.

Page Twelve.

I will not let my “Goraks” be slaughtered one by one, Rahan!
No Ognard, No!

Young Akoa clung desperately to the sorcerer.
But he did not have the strength to unbalance him.
Argh!

The son of Crao collapsed on the body of the feline he had just disemboweled.

When he came to, he was tied up again. This escape attempt had failed, but the presence of Akoa gave him hope.
The "Waterside Clan" will search for Akoa and save Rahan. Rahan must buy time.
I want to know all.

I want to know all your discoveries, all your inventions! Speak! Speak!
The death of two of his wild beasts had plunged the sorcerer into a mad rage.

A wave of memories, fortunately, came back to Rahan's mind.

Page thirteen.

He recalled how some thorny branches gave him the idea one day.
The bamboo, unstuck, had suddenly straightened up and pinned Rahan to the trunk of a tree.

To build the most effective, the most formidable of traps.

He dove between the two trunks of the trap. That was when the hunters released the branches.

Young Akoa could have fled the cave but the "Treasure" that Rahan delivered was too wonderful and the infant remained there listening to the captive's revelations.

Who was now telling how, after observing dead leaves drifting in the wind.

He had imagined stretching a skin over his raft.
Perhaps uncovering the first sail.

Then the son of Crao recalled this adventure, where he had noticed that the rain obediently followed the furrow traced by his knife.

Page Fourteen.

He had come to the aid of the "Clay Cliff Clan" who had welcomed him, and he had advised them to dig a ditch.
To divert the course of a nearby river and thus defend themselves against the attacks of a belligerent tribe called, "Those-from-below."

Again! Speak again! I want to learn all your secrets, all your tricks!
Ognard-the-witch seemed on the verge of madness and gave no respite to the son of the fierce ages!

Rahan does not remember anymore!
You must! Otherwise!
His memory betrayed Rahan but the vision of the dead Goraks brought back a memory.

He described the scene where, his bow having hit a stump, he had been forced to release his arrow in a curious manner.
Approach “Gorak”! Approach!
And how, from this incident, he had come up with the idea of a new weapon, quite.

Powerful enough to kill the most monstrous of Goraks!

Page Fifteen.

Again! Speak again! Do not be silent! I want to know all your "Treasure"! Speak!
The sorcerer was more and more excited. Tears of emotion were welling up in Akoa's eyes.
Which reminded Rahan of another memory.

The one with the "Flying Tears"! He spoke of this strange ash that turned into foam, mixed with water.

And which, in turn, gave birth to enormous and light "tears"! This was his evocation of his discovery of the bubbles of pure soapstone.

This time it was a total, absolute "memory lapse".
Rahan does not remember anymore.
You are lying! Your head is still full of things you want to hide from me!

This memory lapse was real.
But the mad sorcerer believed it was a deception.
Speak again! Speak, or I will send you to the "shadow-territory"!

You are stupid, Ognard! If you steal Rahan's life, he will not be able to tell you any more secrets!
Uh! You are right. But I have another idea!
A cruel glint passed through the sorcerer’s eyes.

Page Sixteen.

Who suddenly seized the young Akoa!
You seem to think a lot of this little man, Rahan! So, if you want him to live. Speak!

Speak immediately! Decide quickly or else.
The son of Crao shuddered. No memory came back to him and he knew that Ognard, on the verge of madness, was going to carry out his threat!
The son of the fierce apes searched his memory for souvenirs.
But in vain!
Since you insist on hiding your secrets from me. Akoa will die before your eyes!

The mad sorcerer was about to strike the child when suddenly!
Wait! Rahan remembers! He will speak.
Ha-ha-ha! I knew your memory lapse was just a deception!
No, Rahan had not lied. But as he plumbed the depths of the past, he finally stirred up a new wave of memories.

That would save Akoa for a moment. He spoke.
He spoke of this perilous adventure during which.

Page Seventeen.

Discovering that a rock could serve as a counterweight. He had imagined, for his brothers of the cliff.

A quick way to access their territory.
As he dwelt on this discovery of the "Platform Elevator" to save time.

Ognard grew irritated.
I have understood enough! Reveal something else to me!
Quickly! Quickly!

Rahan will never satisfy this madman! Ah! If Akoa had been able to escape and alert his people.
This thought brought another memory. He narrated this "Invention" which had allowed him, once.

To send smoke messages.

Some clouds will say that things are "Going well."
Many clouds will say they are going badly.
It will be enough to agree on a "Language"!

Page Eighteen.

Again! Speak Again! Reveal all your treasure to me! Otherwise.
Speak. "Mother of mothers," Have pity on us Ognard!
The mother of mothers!

Akoa's plea reminded Rahan of an event from long ago.
He described how, following a trivial fall.

He had the idea of a carpet of trunks to transport a gigantic rock representing the mother of mothers.
As soon as she was no longer supported by a trunk, it was replaced in front of her.
And what would have required days of effort now required only an instant!

Each revelation drew cries of joy from the sorcerer.
Ha! Ognard will now be able to move the heaviest rocks! Again, Rahan! Speak! Speak
Rahan could speak without being tied up Ognard!

Do not count on it, Rahan!
A hunter as cunning as you could escape me!

You are at my mercy and you will stay! Come on. I am listening!
Ognard was still goading the son of Crao, for whom it was becoming increasingly difficult to remember his "Finds."
Page Nineteen.

The one about the aqueduct came back to him and he related how he observed rain flowing through a bamboo split in two.

Had given him the idea of a "Hollow Passage," to capture and bring water from a spring over a river infested with piranhas.

And then it was the "Memory Hole" again.
Do not start cheating again, Rahan!
You must have "invented" something else! Weapons perhaps?
Uh! Yes! I remember!

The sorcerer's question pointed Rahan into the labyrinth of his memories.
He told how a stone had shattered the bamboo of his spear.

He immediately took advantage of this unexpected incident and came up with a three-pointed arrow, infinitely more effective for hunting birds.

A three-pointed arrow!?
Yes. And Rahan discovered yet another weapon one day.

The number "Three" had just reminded Rahan of another "Find." Having thrown his fish on a bank.

Page Twenty.

The vines holding them up had become inextricably tangled.

In a branch.
Of this chance was born "The Three-Armed Weapon."

Which later allowed him to escape from a deep trap.

And then? Tell us!
Uh. Uh, Rahan does not know anymore. He does not remember anymore.
His captive, knowing new "Memory Trouble", caused Ognard-the-sorcerer to become vociferous.

Continue!
I want to know everything about your treasure! Everything! Everything!

The madman screamed so loudly that the echoes shook the cavern.

The vault shook, from which stones suddenly fell.
Up there! Up there! Rahan is going to die!
What mortal danger awaits Rahan? We will find out next week when we read the rest of "Rahan's Treasure"!
Page Twenty-One.

Unbeknownst to his clan, the sorcerer Ognard had captured Rahan to force him to reveal his "Treasure." Treasure which is none other than the astonishing knowledge acquired by the son of Crao during his adventurous life. Young Akoa tried to free the fire-haired hunter, but in vain.

Just above the child and the two men, a huge rock teetered on the edge of an overhang.

Free Rahan, Ognard! Quickly! Quickly!

As Rahan talked about all his inventions and discoveries one by one, a rock broke away from the vault of the cavern and fell straight on him! Is this the end?

A new hail of stones fell. The sorcerer, terrified, took refuge in a shadowy corner.
And Akoa could be of no help to Rahan.

Besides, it was too late! Hit by a stone, the rock had just fallen straight on the son of Crao!
Rahan is going to join the "Territory of the Shadows”!

Page Twenty-Two.

Rahan, Terrified, saw the rock coming towards him. Nothing could save him!

Nothing at all? Yes! The huge rock block, violently hitting the stalagmite, was miraculously deflected!
Vrang!

The good genies are with you, Rahan!
And with me too, since you will be able to continue to reveal to me, your "Treasure"!

This violent shock reminded the son of Crao of another shock.

He told how he was carried away by the waves, from the terrible blow of a tree.

And later, it gave him the idea of using a tree trunk to knock down a rampart!
But after this evocation of the ram his memory failed him again.

Page Twenty-Three.

And that was when. Oh!

The top of the stalagmite had moved imperceptibly!
Cracked by the shock, this stalagmite could now collapse at the slightest pull!

Rahan could free himself.
But his hands would still be tied!
And Ognard would kill Akoa! Rahan must wait for an opportunity!

The child, in fact, remained at the mercy of the mad sorcerer.
What are you waiting for to speak, Rahan? That I hit Akoa?

In the distance, the sound of birdsong greeted the sunset.

The son of Crao remembered a curious discovery. He narrated how, from a reed pierced by insects.
The "Beast-who-stings" will find refuge elsewhere!

Before sliding a long thorn into his blowpipe. He crawled towards the birds.
When he was within range Rahan blew and.
Page Twenty-Four.

Thanks to the "Wind-of-the-Joys", a song similar to that of birds had sprung forth!

Despite the threat that weighed on him, the young Akoa listened with wonder.
The "Goraks" were still watching at the entrance to the cavern that was quickly invaded by darkness.

Do not expect to take advantage of the night to escape, Rahan!
And if you do not reveal other discoveries to me immediately.
It is death for Akoa!

Ognard will eventually fall asleep!
Rahan must gain time! But how? Oh!

As the sorcerer lit a fire, the flame brought back a memory to Rahan.

He told how, having accidentally collected some fat from the hollow of a "Wood Fruit."

He had discovered that a piece of lighted vine, immersed in the "Juice of the white flesh," could burn all night without being consumed!

Page Twenty-Five.

This invention of the "Oil Lamp" left Ognard skeptical.
Do you not trust anyone to save your life and Akoa's?

Rahan never lies, Ognard! But if you think he is lying, why keep tormenting him!
Hum, That's right, so talk again! I want to know all your secrets before daybreak!

The son of Crao was always up against the rampart of time and oblivion.
Rahan does not remember anymore, Ognard.
His memories will perhaps come back tomorrow.

No! Right now! And if you do not want to share your treasure with me, I.
Wait!

The word "Share," like a spark, had just awakened a distant memory.

Inspired by a practical game by the children of the blue mountain.
He had invented a "Balance" allowing the fair sharing of meat between hunters.

Page Twenty-Six.

A "Grease Light" and a “meat scale”! Ha-ha-ha!
When Ognard reveals all these secrets he will be considered the greatest of all sorcerers!

Again Rahan! Quick! Quick! Do not let your memory fly away!
Oh! Fly away!
This word also triggered a memory.

He narrated this adventure on the great river, of a prisoner on an islet, and having owed his salvation to a domestic pterodactyl.

He had used a large skin imitating the wings of the bird to fly across a formidable cataract.
Clinging to the vines, he saw the chasms of water and the terrifying whirlpools rising towards him.
The son of Crao was falling. Falling. But he was falling slowly!

He was flying over the falls.
Then there was another memory lapse.
The angry sorcerer gave an order to his Goraks.

Page Twenty-Seven.

They will not slit your throat. Since I need you alive!

But they know how to make you confess. What else do you want to hide from me?

Before the horrified eyes of the young Akoa, the wild beasts faced the captive.
And with quick swipes of their claws, they began to lacerate his legs!

The "Goraks", obeying the sorcerer’s orders, only grazed the captive's flesh.
But the torture was no less unbearable.

Arg! Call back your "Goraks" Ognard!
Rahan will speak!

Ha-ha-ha! I knew you still had "Finds" to reveal to me! Speak! Speak!
Ognard pushed his wild beasts aside.

It is not about "finds" that Rahan will speak.
But about unknown things, things that have remained mysterious to him.

Page Twenty-Eight.

To save time, the son of Crao mentioned discoveries that he had never explained.
He spoke of this strange spear he had found one day. A magic spear.

A spear that was neither of wood nor of stone, with which he had faced and killed a monstrous creature.
Ra-ha-ha!

For this spear, made of an unknown material, had the magical power to attract the "Fire of Heaven"!

The memory of this heavy and cold matter, which he did not know would be called "Iron."

Led to another.

Items like this spear can be born from "Burning Stones"!
These strange stones.
Which, when molten, transform into "Fire Paste" which when cooling.

Page Twenty-Nine.

It in turn transformed into objects, shaped like the footprints it had sunk into!

Objects that are neither wood, nor stone, nor bone! Would you mock me to prolong your life!
No Ognard! Fire is capable of great miracles!

One day, Rahan met a clan who offered water stones to their god.
How curious!?

Where do these marvelous stones come from, as transparent as spring water?
Rahan was unaware.

But he learned that they were born from the sand of the beach, under the fire of a brazier burning for moons and moons!

Burning stones!
Water stones!
Continue Rahan! Reveal to me all your "Treasure"! Quickly! Quickly!

Page Thirty.

Take Rahan! Otherwise!
Argh!
The mad sorcerer went from the captive to the child, goading each one with the knife.

Rahan can only act if Akoa could escape this madman!
The son of Crao still felt the slight vibrations of the stalagmite cracked by the falling rock, but.

A new adventure came back to him.
The one where, one day, he recovered his ivory knife from a crack.
And it was covered in a thick greenish powder.

They had covered their bodies with this mysterious powder.
He had been able to discover.

The secret of the night spirits, a peaceful clan who used light powder to protect themselves from formidable enemies.

Despite the sorcerer's threats, young Akoa listened with wonder to Rahan's revelations.
Again, Rahan! Speak! Speak!
Betrayed by his memory, will Rahan win a new reprieve? Will he save this child threatened by the madman? We will learn it in the next and last section: The heir of the treasure.

Page Thirty-One.

The treasure of Rahan.
Summary: Unbeknownst to his clan, the sorcerer Ognard tortured Rahan to force him to reveal his "Treasure". Which is none other than the astonishing knowledge acquired by the son of Crao during his adventurous life.

Young Akoa tries to deliver Rahan, but in vain.

To save the child that the cruel Ognard threatens to kill, Rahan reveals one by one all his discoveries, all his inventions, but betrayed by his memory, it becomes more and more difficult for him to satisfy the mad sorcerer.

Wait! Rahan also discovered the "Powder-that-thunders"!
The phosphorus powder he had just mentioned reminded the son of Crao of this other memory.

He spoke of those caves, where no one could enter with a torch.
Baom!
Without being instantly pulverized by a fantastic explosion.

From these caves he had managed to bring back the three powders.
The black, the yellow, and the white.
Ignited in isolation these powders had no effect.

Page Thirty-Two.

But, mixed together.
They had given Rahan the secret.

Boom!
Of a terrifying weapon!
The explosion was so strong this time that, although he moved aside, he was thrown to the ground by the blast!

This mention of "Explosives" left the sorcerer speechless. He relaxed his vigilance for a moment and.
Run away Akoa! Run away! Do not worry about Rahan! Run away!

As the child finally leapt towards the exit of the cave, Rahan shook the stalagmite, the upper part of which collapsed.
Ra-ha-ha!

But the son of Crao was only partly freed. His hands remained restrained and Ognard, furious, rushed towards him!
And the "Goraks" were only waiting for an order from the mad sorcerer to pounce!

I will finish you off, Rahan!

Page Thirty-three.

The "Goraks" had not opposed the escape of the child that they were accustomed to seeing.
Oh! Ognard is going to kill Rahan!
But this one was powerless.

And saw the son of Crao dive to dodge a terrible spear blow.
His head hit a rock. Stunned by the shock, he rolled to the ground.

Argh!
With his hands tied, he found himself once again at the mercy of the mad sorcerer.
Ha-ha-ha! You are going to finish revealing your "Treasure" to me Rahan!
Speak! Speak!
Cruelly goaded by the ivory knife.

He had to tell, in bulk, everything that came to mind.
He spoke of those curious trees whose thick sap was transformed.

In hot spring water, into a soft, elastic paste.

Page Thirty-Four.

He told how "This-thing-that-stretches," gave him the idea for a new weapon.
After some painful trials.
Slap! Argh!

He had managed to improve this weapon using a wooden fork, thus inventing a sort of small bow for throwing stones!
Troc!

Yes, Ogrard.
The "Thing-that-stretches" can relax. Like this!
Argh!

Rahan's angry reaction was more instinctive than effective.
The "Goraks", in fact, were already approaching, growling.

And Ognard began to stimulate him with his "Lance" more cruelly than ever!
Ai!
The point of the knife harassing him reminded him of the spines of the hedgehog he had observed one day and how, imitating "The ball-beast-that-stings," he.

Wait. Wait. A memory comes back to Rahan!

Page Thirty-Five.

He had imagined a cage of sharp bamboos to explore a cave populated with "Long Manes"!

And then, once again, the son of Crao had a "Memory lapse."
You say you do not remember, but you are lying! You are lying! You are lying!
Speak Again! Tell me your other discoveries! Quickly!

Ognard no longer controls his thoughts or his actions!
If Akoa does not return with the clan, Rahan is lost!

The son of Crao was unaware that the child had remained hidden at the entrance to the cave!
He too did not want to lose any of Rahan's marvelous secrets!

A memory had just come back to him, which related how.
Thanks to a wild boar's bladder, he had.

Been able to breathe in the depths of the great river.

Page Thirty-Six.

And then? I want to know everything!
Do not hide anything from me about your "Treasure"!

The mad sorcerer was about to strike!
But a gust of wind rushing into the cavern came to the aid of the son of Crao.

Who remembered how, after having faced a similar wind that was going to carry away a precious fur.
He had been led to invent "A bird-of-skin," allowing him to find his way in the desert of the "White-skinned-country."

Ha-ha-ha!
So you also know how to use the wind!?
The "Breath-of-Heaven" can be an ally for "Those-Who-Walk-Upright"!

An ally!? Speak! Speak!
The mad sorcerer’s "Spear" weighed on Rahan's chest, to whom the thought of the "Wind" brought a new wave of memories.

Page Thirty-Seven.

Observing the swirling fall of fruits from certain trees, of the sycamore tree.

He had reconstructed an object inspired by the shape of these fruits.
An object that turned according to the whims of the "Breath of Heaven."

Inspired by this discovery, he later imagined a machine to capture the wind, using its force to draw water from a chasm!

The son of Crao searched the depths of his memory.
The memories no longer flowed from it!
Akoa and the clan have abandoned Rahan!
Ognard will kill him!

And Rahan felt that at the slightest movement of rebellion against the mad sorcerer, he would fall prey to the two "Goraks" on the lookout.

Young Akoa, his heart beating, had not missed a word of these revelations.
It is true that Rahan has a wonderful "Treasure" in his head! But.
Why does he keep quiet?

Page Thirty-Eight.

The mad sorcerer, in fact, seemed less excited, but even more cruel.
If you had other secrets, you could prolong your life!
So, if you keep quiet.

That is because you have given me all your "Treasure"!
And I do not need you anymore!
Ognard brandished his spear and Rahan knew he would be killed by his own knife!

Ognard the Sorcerer's spear was about to fall when.
No! Wait!
Rahan did not tell you everything.

The instinct of preservation stimulated Rahan's memory.
Other memories came back to him.

He told how, having observed the arrangement of the scales of the fish.

He had, imitating this arrangement, built covers of slate plates that no waterfall could penetrate.
Thus creating a source that had fed a clan.

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But the sorcerer, overcome by his madness, no longer believed him!
Ha-ha-ha! You are lying! You are imagining anything to deceive me!

Wait Ognard! Wait! Rahan can teach you a thousand more things you do not know!

He will explain to you how, with a simple vine, a hunter can prevent wild animals from surprising him while he sleeps!

He will reveal to you how, always attaching himself with a line.
You can tame a fiery "Four-Legs,"

Enough! Enough lies!
You are going to die!
Oh!
Rahan had just caught a glimpse of Akoa, who.

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Slipped surreptitiously into the cave.
He had to win a few more seconds
Just a few seconds!
Wait Ognard.
Rahan will teach you.

How to grill meat effortlessly, using only the river current!

He will tell you how, by observing the fish, he imagined the "Tail" to steer his raft.
He.

A hundred other memories now assailed Crao's son. But the mad sorcerer would not listen anymore!
Enough! Enough! You will tell these lies to the "Shadows"!

Ognard did not have time to throw his spear.
You won't kill Rahan! Oh!

His cry of amazement continued into a long rattle.
Argh!
He had impaled himself on the weapon, with the ivory knife!

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Attention, Rahan!
The "Goraks," who were no longer held back by the sorcerer's orders, rushed forward furiously, abandoning the child.
They were going to attack the one against whom they had been so long excited. And.

Rahan, his hands tied, could only.
Jump from one rock to another to avoid their fearsome claws.
But suddenly!

Rahan! Rahan!
Akoa could do nothing for the son of Crao, who had just slipped.

And this one, half-dazed, glimpsed the tawny spots of felines above him, all claws out!
Ready to bite.

But the "Goraks" suddenly melted away, struck down by a volley of arrows!

We arrived in time, “Hair of Fire!”
The chief of the water's edge clan and his people burst into the cave.
Father! Father!
We have been looking for you, Ognard and Rahan since yesterday! What happened, Akoa?
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A terrible thing, Father!
Ognard kidnapped Rahan to tear out the treasure he had in his head!
Ognard tormented Rahan all day and all night!

Akoa related everything he had seen.
Ognard the perfidious has betrayed the law of hospitality of our clan!
It is good that he has joined the "Territory-of-shadows"!

Ognard did not have to torture Rahan.
Because Rahan never hides anything he knows from his brothers!
But this rogue wanted your "Treasure" for himself alone, no doubt to better dominate the clan!

And now He has taken this wonderful "Treasure" with him.
Into the realm of shadows!
No, father!

I did not understand everything, but I heard everything.
All the wonderful things that Rahan revealed to Ognard will remain forever engraved in my memory!

I will teach them to the whole clan!
These are the words Rahan loves to hear, Akoa! But Rahan still has many things to teach you!

In the days that followed, in fact, he answered the child's thousand questions.
He revealed many other discoveries to him.
And so, in those fierce times, a little man inherited the "Treasure" of Rahan, the son of Crao.

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