I am Korak, The Killer. I am your friend."
"Huh," grunted the king. "Yes, you are Korak. My ears told me
that you were Korak. My eyes told you that you were Korak. Now
my nose tells me that you are Korak. My nose is never wrong. I
am your friend. Come, we shall hunt together."
"Korak cannot hunt now," replied the ape-man. "The Gomangani have
stolen Meriem. They have tied her in their village. They will
not let her go. Korak, alone, was unable to set her free. Korak
set you free. Now will you bring your people and set Korak's Meriem
free?"
"The Gomangani have many sharp sticks which they throw. They
pierce the bodies of my people. They kill us. The gomangani are
bad people. They will kill us all if we enter their village."
"The Tarmangani have sticks that make a loud noise and kill at
a great distance," replied Korak. "They had these when Korak set
you free from their trap. If Korak had run away from them you
would now be a prisoner among the Tarmangani."
The baboon scratched his head. In a rough circle about him and the
ape-man squatted the bulls of his herd.
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