{"id":22378,"date":"2025-05-30T20:01:11","date_gmt":"2025-05-31T00:01:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lecturia.org\/?p=22378"},"modified":"2025-05-30T20:01:14","modified_gmt":"2025-05-31T00:01:14","slug":"arthur-c-clarke-encounter-in-the-dawn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lecturia.org\/en\/short-stories\/arthur-c-clarke-encounter-in-the-dawn\/22378\/","title":{"rendered":"Arthur C. Clarke: Encounter in the Dawn"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Synopsis<\/strong>: \u201cEncounter in the Dawn<\/em>\u201d is a short story by Arthur C. Clarke, published in June-July 1953 in the magazine Amazing Stories<\/em> and collected that same year in the anthology Expedition to Earth<\/em>. It tells the story of three scientists from the distant Galactic Empire who descend on a primitive, fertile, and mysterious planet, where they soon discover signs of intelligent life. Cautiously, one of them attempts to establish contact with a local inhabitant, initiating a bond between two civilizations separated by thousands of years of evolution but united by their shared humanity.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Encounter in the Dawn<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

By Arthur C. Clarke
(Full story)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was in the last days of the Empire. The tiny ship was far from home, and almost a hundred light-years from the great parent vessel searching through the loosely packed stars at the rim of the Milky Way. But even here it could not escape from the shadow that lay across civilisation: beneath that shadow, pausing ever and again in their work to wonder how their distant homes were faring, the scientists of the Galactic Survey still laboured at their never-ending task.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The ship held only three occupants, but between them they carried knowledge of many sciences, and the experience of half a lifetime in space. After the long interstellar night, the star ahead was warming their spirits as they dropped down towards its fires. A little more golden, a trifle more brilliant than the Sun that now seemed a legend of their childhood. They knew from past experience that the chance of locating planets here was more than ninety per cent, and for the moment they forgot all else in the excitement of discovery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They found the first planet within minutes of coming to rest. It was a giant, of a familiar type, too cold for protoplasmic life and probably possessing no stable surface. So they turned their search sunward, and presently were rewarded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was a world that made their hearts ache for home, a world where everything was hauntingly familiar, yet never quite the same. Two great land masses floated in blue-green seas, capped by ice at either pole. There were some desert regions, but the larger part of the planet was obviously fertile. Even from this distance, the signs of vegetation were unmistakably clear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They gazed hungrily at the expanding landscape as they fell down into the atmosphere, heading towards noon in the sub-tropics. The ship plummeted through cloudless skies towards a great river, checked its fall with a surge of soundless power, and came to rest among the long grasses by the water\u2019s edge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No one moved: there was nothing to be done until the automatic instruments had finished their work. Then a bell tinkled softly and the lights on the control board flashed in a pattern of meaningful chaos. Captain Altman rose to his feet with a sigh of relief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018We\u2019re in luck,\u2019 he said. \u2018We can go outside without protection, if the pathogenic tests are satisfactory. What did you make of the place as we came in, Bertrond?\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Geologically stable\u2014no active volcanoes, at least. I didn\u2019t see any trace of cities, but that proves nothing. If there\u2019s a civilisation here, it may have passed that stage.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Or not reached it yet?\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bertrond shrugged. \u2018Either\u2019s just as likely. It may take us some time to find out on a planet this size.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018More time than we\u2019ve got,\u2019 said Clindar, glancing at the communications panel that linked them to the mother ship and thence to the Galaxy\u2019s threatened heart. For a moment there was a gloomy silence. Then Clindar walked to the control board and pressed a pattern of keys with automatic skill.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With a slight jar, a section of the hull slid aside and the fourth member of the crew stepped out on to the new planet, flexing metal limbs and adjusting servo motors to the unaccustomed gravity. Inside the ship, a television screen glimmered into life, revealing a long vista of waving grasses, some trees in the middle distance, and a glimpse of the great river. Clindar punched a button, and the picture flowed steadily across the screen as the robot turned its head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Which way shall we go?\u2019 Clindar asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Let\u2019s have a look at those trees,\u2019 Altman replied. \u2018If there\u2019s any animal life we\u2019ll find it there.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Look!\u2019 cried Bertrond. \u2018A bird!\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Clindar\u2019s fingers flew over the keyboard; the picture centred on the tiny speck that had suddenly appeared on the left of the screen, and expanded rapidly as the robot\u2019s telephoto lens came into action.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018You\u2019re right,\u2019 he said. \u2018Feathers\u2014beak\u2014well up the evolutionary ladder. This place looks promising. I\u2019ll start the camera.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The swaying motion of the picture as the robot walked forward did not distract them: they had grown accustomed to it long ago. But they had never become reconciled to this exploration by proxy when all their impulses cried out to them to leave the ship, to run through the grass and to feel the wind blowing against their faces. Yet it was too great a risk to take, even on a world that seemed as fair as this. There was always a skull hidden behind Nature\u2019s most smiling face. Wild beasts, poisonous reptiles, quagmires\u2014death could come to the unwary explorer in a thousand disguises. And worst of all were the invisible enemies, the bacteria and viruses against which the only defence might often be a thousand light-years away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A robot could laugh at all these dangers and even if, as sometimes happened, it encountered a beast powerful enough to destroy it\u2014well, machines could always be replaced.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They met nothing on the walk across the grasslands. If any small animals were disturbed by the robot\u2019s passage, they kept outside its field of vision. Clindar slowed the machine as it approached the trees, and the watchers in the spaceship flinched involuntarily at the branches that appeared to slash across their eyes. The picture dimmed for a moment before the controls readjusted themselves to the weaker illumination; then it came back to normal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The forest was full of life. It lurked in the undergrowth, clambered among the branches, flew through the air. It fled chattering and gibbering through the trees as the robot advanced. And all the while the automatic cameras were recording the pictures that formed on the screen, gathering material for the biologists to analyse when the ship returned to base.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Clindar breathed a sigh of relief when the trees suddenly thinned. It was exhausting work, keeping the robot from smashing into obstacles as it moved through the forest, but on open ground it could take care of itself. Then the picture trembled as if beneath a hammer-blow, there was a grinding metallic thud, and the whole scene swept vertiginously upward as the robot toppled and fell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018What\u2019s that?\u2019 cried Altman. \u2018Did you trip?\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018No,\u2019 said Clindar grimly, his finger flying over the keyboard. \u2018Something attacked from the rear. I hope\u2014ah\u2014I\u2019ve still got control.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He brought the robot to a sitting position and swivelled its head. It did not take long to find the cause of the trouble. Standing a few feet away, and lashing its tail angrily, was a large quadruped with a most ferocious set of teeth. At the moment it was, fairly obviously, trying to decide whether to attack again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Slowly, the robot rose to its feet, and as it did so the great beast crouched to spring. A smile flitted across Clindar\u2019s face: he knew how to deal with this situation. His thumb felt for the seldom-used key labelled \u2018Siren\u2019.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The forest echoed with a hideous undulating scream from the robot\u2019s concealed speaker, and the machine advanced to meet its adversary, arms flailing in front of it. The startled beast almost fell over backward in its effort to turn, and in seconds was gone from sight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Now I suppose we\u2019ll have to wait a couple of hours until everything comes out of hiding again,\u2019 said Bertrond ruefully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018I don\u2019t know much about animal psychology,\u2019 interjected Altman, \u2018but is it usual for them to attack something completely unfamiliar?\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Some will attack anything that moves, but that\u2019s unusual. Normally they attack only for food, or if they\u2019ve already been threatened. What are you driving at? Do you suggest that there are other robots on this planet?\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Certainly not. But our carnivorous friend may have mistaken our machine for a more edible biped. Don\u2019t you think that this opening in the jungle is rather unnatural? It could easily be a path.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018In that case,\u2019 said Clindar promptly, \u2018we\u2019ll follow it and find out. I\u2019m tired of dodging trees, but I hope nothing jumps on us again: it\u2019s bad for my nerves.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018You were right, Altman,\u2019 said Bertrond a little later. \u2018It\u2019s certainly a path. But that doesn\u2019t mean intelligence. After all, animals\u2014\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stopped in mid-sentence, and at the same instant Clindar brought the advancing robot to a halt. The path had suddenly opened out into a wide clearing, almost completely occupied by a village of flimsy huts. It was ringed by a wooden palisade, obviously defence against an enemy who at the moment presented no threat. For the gates were wide open, and beyond them the inhabitants were going peacefully about their ways.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For many minutes the three explorers stared in silence at the screen. Then Clindar shivered a little and remarked: \u2018It\u2019s uncanny. It might be our own planet, a hundred thousand years ago. I feel as if I\u2019ve gone back in time.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018There\u2019s nothing weird about it,\u2019 said the practical Altman. \u2018After all, we\u2019ve discovered nearly a hundred planets with our type of life on them.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Yes,\u2019 retorted Clindar. \u2018A hundred in the whole Galaxy! I still think that it\u2019s strange it had to happen to us.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Well, it had to happen to somebody<\/em>,\u2019 said Bertrond philosophically. \u2018Meanwhile, we must work out our contact procedure. If we send the robot into the village it will start a panic.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018That,\u2019 said Altman, \u2018is a masterly understatement. What we\u2019ll have to do is catch a native by himself and prove that we\u2019re friendly. Hide the robot, Clindar\u2014somewhere in the woods where it can watch the village without being spotted. We\u2019ve a week\u2019s practical anthropology ahead of us!\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was three days before the biological tests showed that it would be safe to leave the ship. Even then Bertrond insisted on going alone\u2014alone, that is, if one ignored the substantial company of the robot. With such an ally he was not afraid of this planet\u2019s larger beasts, and his body\u2019s natural defences could take care of the micro-organisms, so, at least, the analysers had assured him: and considering the complexity of the problem, they made remarkably few mistakes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stayed outside for an hour, enjoying himself cautiously, while his companions watched with envy. It would be another three days before they could be quite certain that it was safe to follow Bertrond\u2019s example. Meanwhile, they kept busy enough watching the village through the lenses of the robot, and recording everything they could with the cameras. They had moved the spaceship at night so that it was hidden in the depths of the forest, for they did not wish to be discovered until they were ready.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And all the while the news from the home grew worse. Though their remoteness here at the edge of the Universe deadened its impact, it lay heavily on their minds and sometimes overwhelmed them with a sense of futility. At any moment, they knew, the signal for recall might come as the Empire summoned up its last resources in its extremity. But until then they would continue their work as though pure knowledge were the only thing that mattered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Seven days after landing, they were ready to make the experiment. They knew now what paths the villagers used when going hunting, and Bertrond chose one of the less frequented ways. Then he placed a chair firmly in the middle of the path and settled down to read a book.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was not, of course, quite as simple as that: Bertrond had taken all imaginable precautions. Hidden in the undergrowth fifty yards away, the robot was watching through its telescopic lenses, and in its hand it held a small but deadly weapon. Controlling it from the spaceship, his fingers poised over the keyboard, Clindar waited to do what might be necessary.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That was the negative side of the plan: the positive side was more obvious. Lying at Bertrond\u2019s feet was the carcass of a small, horned animal which he hoped would be an acceptable gift to any hunter passing this way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two hours later the radio in his suit harness whispered a warning. Quite calmly, though the blood was pounding in his veins, Bertrond laid aside his book and looked down the trail. The savage was walking forward confidently enough, swinging a spear in his right hand. He paused for a moment when he saw Bertrond, then advanced more cautiously. He could tell that there was nothing to fear, for the stranger was slightly built and obviously unarmed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When only twenty feet separated them, Bertrond gave a reassuring smile and rose slowly to his feet. He bent down, picked up the carcass, and carried it forward as an offering. The gesture would have been understood by any creature on any world, and it was understood here. The savage reached forward, took the animal, and threw it effortless over his shoulder. For an instant he stared into Bertrond\u2019s eyes with a fathomless expression; then he turned and walked back towards the village. Three times he glanced round to see if Bertrond was following, and each time Bertrond smiled and waved reassurance. The whole episode lasted little more than a minute. As the first contact between two races it was completely without drama, though not without dignity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bertrond did not move until the other had vanished from sight. Then he relaxed and spoke into his suit microphone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018That was a pretty good beginning,\u2019 he said jubilantly. \u2018He wasn\u2019t in the least frightened, or even suspicious. I think he\u2019ll be back.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018It still seems too good to be true,\u2019 said Altman\u2019s voice in his ear. \u2018I should have thought he\u2019d have been either scared or hostile. Would you<\/em> have accepted a lavish gift from a peculiar stranger with such little fuss?\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bertrond was slowly walking back to the ship. The robot had now come out of cover and was keeping guard a few paces behind him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018I<\/em> wouldn\u2019t,\u2019 he replied, \u2018but I belong to a civilised community. Complete savages may react to strangers in many different ways, according to their past experience. Suppose this tribe has never had any enemies. That\u2019s quite possible on a large but sparsely populated planet. Then we may expect curiosity, but no fear at all.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018If these people have no enemies,\u2019 put in Clindar, no longer fully occupied in controlling the robot, \u2018why have they got a stockade round the village?\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018I mean no human<\/em> enemies,\u2019 replied Bertrond. \u2018If that\u2019s true, it simplifies our task immensely.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Do you think he\u2019ll come back?\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Of course. If he\u2019s human as I think, curiosity and greed will make him return. In a couple of days we\u2019ll be bosom friends.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Looked at dispassionately, it became a fantastic routine. Every morning the robot would go hunting under Clindar\u2019s direction, until it was now the deadliest killer in the jungle. Then Bertrond would wait until Yaan\u2014which was the nearest they could get to his name\u2014came striding confidently along the path. He came at the same time every day, and he always came alone. They wondered about this: did he wish to keep his great discovery to himself and thus get all the credit for his hunting prowess? If so, it showed unexpected foresight and cunning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At first Yaan had departed at once with his prize, as if afraid that the donor of such a generous gift might change his mind. Soon, however, as Bertrond had hoped, he could be induced to stay for a while by simple conjuring tricks and a display of brightly coloured fabrics and crystals, in which he took a child-like delight. At last Bertrond was able to engage him in lengthy conversations, all of which were recorded as well as being filmed through the eyes of the hidden robot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One day the philologists might be able to analyse this material; the best that Bertrond could do was to discover the meanings of a few simple verbs and nouns. This was made more difficult by the fact that Yaan not only used different words for the same thing, but sometimes the same word for different things.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Between these daily interviews, the ship travelled far, surveying the planet from the air and sometimes landing for more detailed examinations. Although several other human settlements were observed, Bertrond made no attempt to get in touch with them, for it was easy to see that they were all at much the same culture level as Yaan\u2019s people.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was, Bertrond often thought, a particularly bad joke on the part of Fate that one of the Galaxy\u2019s very few truly human races should have been discovered at this moment of time. Not long ago this would have been an event of supreme importance; now civilisation was too hard-pressed to concern itself with these savage cousins waiting at the dawn of history.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not until Bertrond was sure he had become part of Yaan\u2019s everyday life did he introduce him to the robot. He was showing Yaan the patterns in a kaleidoscope when Clindar brought the machine striding through the grass with its latest victim dangling across one metal arm. For the first time Yaan showed something akin to fear; but he relaxed at Bertrond\u2019s soothing words, though he continued to watch the advancing monster. It halted some distance away, and Bertrond walked forward to meet it. As he did so, the robot raised its arms and handed him the dead beast. He took it solemnly and carried it back to Yaan, staggering a little under the unaccustomed load.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bertrond would have given a great deal to know just what Yaan was thinking as he accepted the gift. Was he trying to decide whether the robot was master or slave? Perhaps such conceptions as this were beyond his grasp: to him the robot might be merely another man, a hunter who was a friend of Bertrond.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Clindar\u2019s voice, slightly larger than life, came from the robot\u2019s speaker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018It\u2019s astonishing how calmly he accepts us. Won\u2019t anything scare him?\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018You will keep judging him by your own standards,\u2019 replied Bertrond. \u2018Remember, his psychology is completely different, and much simpler. Now that he has confidence in me anything that I accept won\u2019t worry him.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018I wonder if that will be true of all his race?\u2019 queried Altman. \u2018It\u2019s hardly safe to judge by a single specimen. I want to see what happens when we send the robot into the village.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Hello!\u2019 exclaimed Bertrond. \u2018That<\/em> surprised him. He\u2019s never met a person who could speak with two voices before.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Do you think he\u2019ll guess the truth when he meets us?\u2019 said Clindar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018No. The robot will be pure magic to him\u2014but it won\u2019t be any more wonderful than fire and lightning and all the other forces he must already take for granted.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Well, what\u2019s the next move?\u2019 asked Altman, a little impatiently. \u2018Are you going to bring him to the ship, or will you go into the village first?\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bertrond hesitated. \u2018I\u2019m anxious not to do too much too quickly. You know the accidents that have happened with strange races when that\u2019s been tried. I\u2019ll let him think this over and when we get back tomorrow I\u2019ll try to persuade him to take the robot back to the village.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the hidden ship, Clindar reactivated the robot and started it moving again. Like Altman, he was growing a little impatient of this excessive caution, but on all matters relating to alien life-forms Bertrond was the expert, and they had to obey his orders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There were times now when he almost wished he were a robot himself, devoid of feelings or emotions, able to watch the fall of a leaf or the death agonies of a world with equal detachment\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The Sun was low when Yaan heard the great voice crying from the jungle. He recognised it at once, despite its inhuman volume: it was the voice of his friend calling him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the echoing silence, the life of the village came to a stop. Even the children ceased their play: the only sound was the thin cry of a baby frightened by the sudden silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All eyes were upon Yaan as he walked swiftly to his hut and grasped the spear that lay beside the entrance. The stockade would soon be closed against the prowlers of the night, but he did not hesitate as he stepped out into the lengthening shadows. He was passing through the gates when once again that mighty voice summoned him, and now it held a note of urgency that came clearly across all the barriers of language and culture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The shining giant who spoke with many voices met him a little way from the village and beckoned him to follow. There was no sign of Bertrond. They walked for almost a mile before they saw him in the distance, standing not far from the river\u2019s edge and staring out across the dark, slowly moving waters.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He turned as Yaan approached, yet for a moment seemed unaware of his presence. Then he gave a gesture of dismissal to the shining one, who withdrew into the distance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yaan waited. He was patient and, though he could never have expressed it in words, contented. When he was with Bertrond he felt the first intimations of that selfless, utterly irrational devotion his race would not fully achieve for many ages.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was a strange tableau. Here at the river\u2019s brink two men were standing. One was dressed in a closely fitting uniform equipped with tiny, intricate mechanisms. The other was wearing the skin of an animal and was carrying a flint-tipped spear. Ten thousand generations lay between them, ten thousand generations and an immeasurable gulf of space. Yet they were both human. As she must often do in eternity, Nature had repeated one of her basic patterns.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Presently Bertrond began to speak, walking to and fro in short, quick steps as he did so, and in his voice there was a trace of sadness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018It\u2019s all over, Yaan. I\u2019d hoped that with our knowledge we could have brought you out of barbarism in a dozen generations but now you will have to fight your way up from the jungle alone, and it may take you a million years to do so. I\u2019m sorry\u2014there\u2019s so much we could have done. Even now I wanted to stay here, but Altman and Clindar talk of duty, and I suppose that they are right. There is little enough that we can do, but our world is calling and we must not forsake it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018I wish you could understand me, Yaan. I wish you knew what I was saying. I\u2019m leaving you these tools: some of them you will discover how to use, though as likely as not in a generation they\u2019ll be lost or forgotten. See how this blade cuts: it will be ages before your world can make its like. And guard this well: when you press the button\u2014look! If you use it sparingly, it will give you light for years, though sooner or later it will die. As for these other things\u2014find what use for them you can.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Here come the first stars, up there in the east. Do you ever look at the stars, Yaan? I wonder how long it will be before you have discovered what they are, and I wonder what will have happened to us by then. Those stars are our homes, Yaan, and we cannot save them. Many have died already, in explosions so vast that I can imagine them no more than you. In a hundred thousand of your years, the light of those funeral pyres will reach your world and set its peoples wondering. By then, perhaps, you race will be reaching for the stars. I wish I could warn you against the mistakes we made, and which now will cost us all that we have won.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018It is well for your people, Yaan, that your world is here at the frontier of the Universe. You may escape the doom that waits for us. One day, perhaps, your ships will go searching among the stars as we have done, and they may come upon the ruins of our worlds and wonder who we were. But they will never know that we met here by this river when your race was young.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Here come my friends; they would give me no more time. Goodbye, Yaan\u2014use well the things I have left you. They are your world\u2019s greatest treasures.\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Something huge, something that glittered in the starlight, was sliding down from the sky. It did not reach the ground, but came to rest a little way above the surface, and in utter silence a rectangle of light opened in its side. The shining giant appeared out of the night and stepped through the golden door. Bertrond followed, pausing for a moment at the threshold to wave back at Yaan. Then the darkness closed behind him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No more swiftly than smoke drifts upward from a fire, the ship lifted away. When it was so small that Yaan felt he could hold it in his hands, it seemed to blur into a long line of light slanting upward into the stars. From the empty sky a peal of thunder echoed over the sleeping land: and Yaan knew at last that the gods were gone and would never come again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For a long time he stood by the gently moving waters, and into his soul there came a sense of loss he was never to forget and never to understand. Then, carefully and reverently, he collected together the gifts that Bertrond had left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Under the stars, the lonely figure walked homeward across the nameless land. Behind him the river flowed softly to the sea, winding through the fertile plains on which, more than a thousand centuries ahead, Yaan\u2019s descendants would build the great city they were to call Babylon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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