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scientific apparatus. In the centre of the small
bench was a box with attached hand-piece. The logo on its grey
metal surface read;
    Frontier Research Team: Bio-Fuels Division 14d.
    The Eloprin could make nothing of this camp and
quickly lost interest after a cursory examination.
    "The sun is setting," observed Huso. "It is time we
were getting back to the tribe."
    Capac nodded. "Remember this location for we shall
return if the Elder finds the machines useful." He hefted the rifle
at his side. "Maybe we can use these like the Sunlord did."
    Huso picked out a landmark, relating their position
to the peaks of three hilltops. Like a silent wind the hunters left
the clearing and disappeared into the undergrowth as if slipping
into a glove.
    The hunters discussed their encounter as they
walked.
    "Do you think that the silver Sunlord was speaking to
someone?" asked Huso.
    Capac thought hard. "I think those noises we heard
were like speech. I think the Sunlords have the ability to project
their voice to those far away."
    "They work strange and powerful magic," muttered
Huso.
    Capac glanced sharply up. "But they are not
invincible. They die like normal men."
    Huso paused as he skirted a fallen log. Regaining his
fast paced forest walk alongside Capac he continued.
    "Yes, they all die like normal men. Except for the
silver Sunlords."
    Capac shivered. "I cannot explain them. They are
perhaps the greatest threat to us."
    "I will not rest until all Sunlords lie at my feet,"
cursed Huso.
    "You have valour and strength my friend, but not
tact. I prefer the strategy of war. We make a good team."
    Huso grinned. "The Sunlords we took care of didn't
stand a chance. They are so big and so fatty. They are just no good
in the jungle."
    "Then we stand a good chance against them," laughed
Capac.
    Huso quickly sobered. "I think they will come now
that we have killed two of their number. They may come in great
force like they did when they destroyed our village."
    Capac grunted. "Let them come."
    The conversation lulled into silence. The only sounds
as hunters ducked through hanging vines and towering trees was the
gentle rhythm of naked feet slapping the humus. No more words were
spoken on the long trek back to the tribe. Each hunter was content
to mull over their own thoughts, their feet finding their own path
through the trees. They moved with stealth that the city dwelling
Currach would look upon with envy and amazement as they crested
hilly countryside and leapt small streams. The Eloprin moved
lightly from shadow to shadow with deeply embedded hunter's
instincts.
    An hour later they at last reached their makeshift
camp. The tribe had relocated itself and a number of temporary
shelters were rigged between the trees. As soon as they came in
view Capac sensed something was wrong. Tension hung in the air, the
voice of many speaking at once shattering the forest stillness.
Exchanging worried glances the two hunters increased their
pace.
    Then the camp came into full view. Huso gasped at the
bustle of activity surrounding the group of tents.
    "It may be the Sunlords," said Huso as he held his
axe at the ready. They were fast approaching the camp and details
became clear.
    It did not seem that the tribe was in mortal danger.
Some children ran from tent to tent, not in fear but excitement.
There was a gathering of villagers around the Elder's hut in the
centre of the clearing and many jostled for a better look.
    The returning hunters were greeted by their former
tutor, Lopare. The old grey haired Eloprin had been a hunter twenty
years ago and now taught the old ways to the young.
    "Capac, Huso, my sons!" he cried. "Good to see you
back." He gasped as his eye caught on the rifle at Capac's side.
"You carry a fire-spitter!"
    "It is dead and in our control," soothed Capac. "But
tell me, old one, what is happening here?"
    Lopare grinned toothlessly. "It is one of the Others,
one from the City."
    "You mean a Currach?" Capac was dumbfounded. He
remembered