The two men who called themselves tropical explorers met in a shadowy tavern in the dusty port of Trifun.
Pero was the younger one, with clear, fair skin and blond hair. The jungle veteran with years of experience in upper-river territories was a short, wrinkled oldster who went by the name of Ranto. He was answering an ad that Pero had placed in the weekly gazette, looking for a guide to accompany him up the Reka river to enter and map uncharted and unexplored regions that were white blanks on almost all maps of the planet’s tropics.
The pair sat down at a small table on the outdoor pavilion of the establishment, where they could converse in strict privacy. It was Pero who took immediate command of the business that brought them together that evening.
“I have asked questions about you and learned that you are the perfect person to accompany me into the portion of the tropical forest known as the land of the dreqs, that no one has your familiarity with it.”
“Yes, I have had much experience in such areas,” nodded the older man. “There are districts that very few of us have entered beyond myself.
“But would you agree to pay all my expenses, which may accumulate into a considerable sum by the time your exploration finishes.” He looked directly into the light hazel eyes of Pero.
“Certainly,” declared the young man. “I have sufficient funds to do whatever I please.”
“I think, then, that I will be your guide up the Reka river, into the land of the dreqs, my friend.” Ranto smiled broadly, radiantly.
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It was a little past midnight when Ranto walked into an all-night pool room in the slum area just behind the docks of Trifun.
He looked around the smoke-filled front parlor of the place, locating a familiar figure sitting by himself in one isolated corner.
Ranto waved a hand at him and moved over to where the tall, thin figure sat.
The two greeted each other as the newcomer took a chair across from the one who up to then had been alone.
“I have received an offer to guide a young fellow who wants to become an explorer into the dreq region up the Reka. It is amazing that I accepted this job, even though I have my doubts about what the man wants to see.
“Did I do the right thing, Zheko?”
The latter seemed far away, his eyes dreamy and abstracted.
“You must be careful, Ranto. The very existence of the teveqels must never become known to an outsider like the one who made you this offer.”
“Thank you, Zheko,” said the explorer, rising to his feet. “I will take care that my employer does not go into areas where he should not be.”
“Wait a moment, please,” said the one at the table. “I have decided something just now. It will be best, much safer in every respect, if I accompany your party into the jungle.
“Would this man called Pero agree to take me along? You can say that I am well-acquainted with the Dreq region, that I have spent a lot of time crossing that empty sector over many years.”
“I will talk to him about the idea,” promised Ranto. “Perhaps he will accept it.”
“Tell him I can do a great deal for the success of his expedition,” added Zheko.
–
“I am impressed by what Ranto has told me about your background,” smiled Pero when the pair of explorers met him that morning in his hotel room. “You must be fully aware of the continued reports of dangers posed by the native tribes of the upper Reka reaches. Can a couple of hand weapons be sufficient to protect us from any kind of attack from that quarter?”
“It is always difficult to foresee what the tevequels might do. That is what they call themselves and what everyone else has learned to use as the name for these strange people. They prefer to stay out of sight and refuse to communicate with outsiders who enter what they consider their home territory.
“There have been travelers who have gone through their land and never seen any sign of a single tevequel. For all I know, that could be the fate of your expedition, sir.”
“We shall see, then,” replied Pero. “We shall see.”
–
The party of three explorers had three hired jungle traders who were to take care of transporting and protecting the central trio.
Pero was astounded at the rich variety of trees that his group made its initial trek through.
His companions helped identify the species native to the Reka lands.
Muttonwoods, celerywoods, pink mahogany, greenhearts, silver silkwoods, acacia, blackwattles, sailwoods, buttonwoods, flame trees, and stinging trees presented objects of interest as the party made its way deeper and deeper into the tropical forest.
Each night the team of six made itself a camp of two tents to shelter them in the noisy night of the tropical jungle.
Sleep came at once when the trek during daylight was so long and unending. Bodies were ready to fall into slumbering coma in seconds.
It was a little past midnight at the third of the encampments that the group was awakened by terrible, alarmed shouting.
“Stay where you are! Don’t move a muscle! I have you covered with this pistol that I’m holding in my hand, you thief.”
Pero and Ranto leaped forth out of their small tent and rushed to where the sound was coming, the boxes of necessary stores that the hired hands had hauled for the explorers.
One of the trekkers had his weapon aimed at a short, boyish figure in a loincloth who stood in front of a candle tree. The native lad appeared to be trembling, his arms stretched upward over his head.
“What happened?” asked Pero as he stopped and stood facing the culprit who had been caught. “Was this native attempting to rob us of provisions?”
“That’s what it looks like sir,” answered the hauler. “He was after anything valuable that he could steal from us.”
As Pero and Ranto examined the young man lying against the trunk of a tree he had fallen back upon, his head and the body above the waist leaning against the wood.
The face was an ashen white, spare and lacking any trace of fat. An extreme paleness was visible, despite the night’s shadows. Absolute stupor seemed in control of the native. The eyes had a strange redness to the white sector.
From quivering, the body became inert, motionless. The rigidity of a shell appeared to take over, the skin turning waxy, hornlike and oddly unhuman.
A deeper, fuller whiteness became visible. All animation was now gone. The eyes remained open, but had lost all focus. The permanent stare of a statue now reigned. An emptiness in which everything of any value was lost was there.
Pero and Ranto noticed that Zheko had joined them and was also looking down at the native. After a short while, the last explorer began to speak. “This is a serious catastrophe that is taking place. We must take care of this person by taking him to our tent and keeping him in our protection.” He looked away to where the three helpers stood watching. “Take this body to my tent and place him on my bed roll. Do it immediately, quickly.”
Two carriers moved forward and started to fulfill the order just given to them by Zheko.
The latter turned to his two fellow explorers. “We must talk to ourselves, because there are things that I have to tell you of. Let us follow and see how the native boy will be in our tent.”
–
The three figures stood around the inertly prone body. A signal battery lantern provided a minimal illumination, giving their faces a ghostly aspect with shadows from below darkening them.
Zheko spoke in a low tone nearly a whisper.
“First of all, let me give a name to what the two of you saw.
“This lad from this territory is one of the teveqels. You have probably heard that this region has such inhabitants, but were not certain about them, or what made them so different from other tribes and populations. Let me reveal the truth for you.
“A teveqel is a living human who can, in less than an instant, become dead. Actually and thoroughly dead. Without breath, without heartbeat. No signs of thought, no movements or signs of life.
“But then at another moment, the body can return to living. It is just like a miracle. The dead body has not had the time to rot away, to decompose in the slightest degree.
“The teveqel returns to the previous state, as it was before the sudden death.
“”Does what I say make sense? If we wait and watch, we shall see the youth come back to what he was when he was caught trying to steal from our supplies.
“Let us stay up this night and watch as he returns to the life he has temporarily left.”
A deep, solemn silence fell over the three awake in the tent.
–
It was as dawn broke over the tropical forest that the dead teveqel came back to life. Both Pero and Ranto were overwhelmed with surprise and wonder as the youth started to breath and engage in tiny movements.
Eyes could see once more, as the head raised up and looked about at the three explorers ranged around on both sides. Zheko, standing across from his comrades, suddenly began to murmur words to the revivified one, in a tongue that neither Pero or Ranto could understand in the slightest.
Zheko raised his head and spoke to the other explorers.
“I told him to rise up and take off for his home. We do not intend to keep him here or hold him responsible for anything at all.
“He has been reborn and is now free to resume his previous life and activities as they were.”
The veteran guide wave at the youth with his right hand. That was sufficient signal for the native teveqel to spring to his feet and rush forth out of the tent. He was soon hurling himself along a path into the dark shadows of the jungle as morning light penetrated and illuminated the tops of the towering trees.
Not one of the three explorers said a word for a considerable period.
–
The expedition continued onward after a small, quick breakfast of hardtack. Zheko, as before, led the way along the narrow, winding path. After the other two explorers, the hired hands brought up the rear, carrying provisions and supplies.
Only during the stop at midday did the guide continue his previous explanation concerning the young teveqel who had come back to life.
“For a long time, this condition of being reborn after dying was confusing to those who happened to come from the outside and encountered it. Some took it to be the same as or similar to what in the offshore islands is referred to as a zombie. But that is not at all accurate.
“The death of the teveqel is a genuine one. The body and the brain no longer operate in any way. Then, in a single moment, life returns in its full completeness. The individual moves and thinks again, like before. It has been totally dead, but now it is living once more.”
Zheko paused, looking first at Ranto, then at Pero.
“What we saw last night and then this morning must never be communicated or described to anyone beyond this jungle territory. Each of us has to keep it secret. That is necessary in order to protect this forest from the curious, from those who could harm the teveqels.
“Is that understood?”
Both Pero and Ranto nodded their heads to that.
–
The file of trekkers was crossing the open area surrounding a small pond when one of the haulers suddenly cried out “I see natives on the right of us!”
The line halted and all eyes turned in that direction, spying a group of males wearing only loincloths and staring at the intruders into their tribal territory.
Zheko was the one who decided to move on the strangers who were stalking the exploration party that he guided.
He took several steps out of the linear formation that had been walking past the pond when the group of men in the distance began disappearing into the tropical forest behind them. All but one of them preferred escaping the potential danger of the outsiders.
This individual stood his ground, not intimidated by the approaching form of one of the unknowns. The native raised his hands, holding a sling made of strangler wood and vine. He aimed his long-range weapon at the man he saw coming in his direction and fired off a sharp, solid carved stone, a deadly missile from centuries of the past.
His aim was perfect and accurate, striking Zheko squarely, directly on his temple and felling him down onto the ground.
Then the teveqel warrior vanished from sight.
–
Zheko lay on the dark grass, blood flowing over his face and even his hair. Ranto leaned over his head, then straightened up and spoke to Pero.
“I think he is seriously hurt and his life is endangered. We need to carry him into the shade, under the trees.”
Two of the hired haulers were summoned to pick up and take the wounded explorer back into the shades of the tropical jungle.
Once the task was completed, Ranto and Pero knelled down and studied the still bleeding head wound of their guide.
Ranto took hold of the left arm of Zheko and raised it, feeling for the heart pulse. He waited, then lay the arm back onto the grass.
“He is gone,” whispered the older explorer, looking directing into the eyes of Pero. “Our friend here is no longer alive, but has passed away from the terrible injury he suffered.”
Pero, absorbing what he had heard, began to shake as if under electrical shock. “You are certain?” he asked with trepidation.
“I see no breathing and cannot feel any heartbeat at all. The stone that hit him was a fatal blow. It was a deadly weapon for Zheko.”
The two stared at each other, both of them stunned and puzzled.
“Let’s have a tent set up here to protect the body from the sun,” said Ranto. “Then, we can decide what to do with him.”
“We will have to return to Trifun at once,” muttered Pero. “The hands can carry him back on a litter.”
–
No one wished to bury the body of Zheko out in this tropical forest environment. No, it was preferable to take the trouble of having his remains carried back to the port city for proper burial disposal there.
“Our exploratory expedition is over,” said the saddened, mourning Pero to Ranto. “The entire idea may have been wild, almost insane to begin with.
“I’m sorry that I ever conceived of such a mad, dangerous scheme.”
His fellow explorer said nothing, but gazed at him with equal regret.
–
It took two days of marching for the party to reach the edge of the territory known as the Land of Dreqs.
The tired explorers and their hired hands made camp for the night and prepared to get their sleep as soon as the sun set over the jungle.
Ranto ordered the carriers of the body of Zheko to deposit it beside the tent that he and Pero would be using that night.
The air grew still, with only the sounds of forest insects still audible.
Ranto decided to have a last look at their fallen guide. He bent down over the head of the corpse on the litter, when the unexpected occurred.
“Pero, come here,” he called out with alarm. “Come here right now,” he repeated.
The other explorer rose from where he was lying in the tent and moved quickly to where his companion stood beside the litter.
Ranto began to speak as if he had fallen into a trance.
“He is not now dead, but is drawing breath. If you look closely, you will see that is so. His chest moves higher and higher each time he breathes.
“I believe that life is returning to his body. This is exactly like what happened to the native boy. It is the same kind of miraculous wonder as that was.”
The two men stood petrified, witnesses to something they did not truly comprehend or accept.
–
His head propped up on a small pillow, the fully conscious Zheko spoke to his two partners in the failed expedition into the tropical jungle.
“I confess that I was born a teveqel like all the others. When I was a young child, my parents died and I was left a helpless orphan. A social agency found me and took me to Trifun to be raised in an institution. I learned necessary ways and means of concealing my nature as a teveqel.
“My life has been one of continual transformations and the need for keeping them secret. I have had success in my dual life, going through an endless series of death and rebirth, over and over.
“But an inner voice now tells me that the end is near. The wound I received is too great to overcome. If so, then I prefer to be buried in the land of the dreqs, from which the teveqels originate.
“Please satisfy that final request that I make of you, my comrades.
“Thank you. I will now say farewell to you both.”