At the Earth's Core
Chapter 8. The Mahar Temple
The aborigine, apparently uninjured, climbed quickly into the skiff, and seizing the spear
with me helped to hold off the infuriated creature. Blood from the wounded reptile was
now crimsoning the waters about us and soon from the weakening struggles it became
evident that I had inflicted a death wound upon it. Presently its efforts to reach us ceased
entirely, and with a few convulsive movements it turned upon its back quite dead.
And then there came to me a sudden realization of the predicament in which I had placed
myself. I was entirely within the power of the savage man whose skiff I had stolen. Still
clinging to the spear I looked into his face to find him scrutinizing me intently, and there
we stood for some several minutes, each clinging tenaciously to the weapon the while we
gazed in stupid wonderment at each other.
What was in his mind I do not know, but in my own was merely the question as to how
soon the fellow would recommence hostilities.
Presently he spoke to me, but in a tongue which I was unable to translate. I shook my
head in an effort to indicate my ignorance of his language, at the same time addressing
him in the bastard tongue that the Sagoths use to converse with the human slaves of the
To my delight he understood and answered me in the same jargon.
"What do you want of my spear?" he asked.
"Only to keep you from running it through me," I replied.
"I would not do that," he said, "for you have just saved my life," and with that he released
his hold upon it and squatted down in the bottom of the skiff.
"Who are you," he continued, "and from what country do you come?"
I too sat down, laying the spear between us, and tried to explain how I came to Pellucidar,
and wherefrom, but it was as impossible for him to grasp or believe the strange tale I told
him as I fear it is for you upon the outer crust to believe in the existence of the inner
world. To him it seemed quite ridiculous to imagine that there was another world far
beneath his feet peopled by beings similar to himself, and he laughed uproariously the
more he thought upon it. But it was ever thus. That which has never come within the
scope of our really pitifully meager world-experience cannot be--our finite minds cannot
grasp that which may not exist in accordance with the conditions which obtain about us
upon the outside of the insignificant grain of dust which wends its tiny way among the
bowlders of the universe--the speck of moist dirt we so proudly call the World.