By Andre Norton
Whether it is attainable to overcome area, then maybe it's also attainable to overcome time. at the very least that was once the idea American scientists have been exploring with a view to clarify the hot resources of data the Russians possessed. possibly Russian scientists had came upon the right way to shipping themselves again in time to be able to study long-forgotten secrets and techniques of the previous. That was once why younger Ross Murdock, above general in intelligence yet a belligerently self sufficient nonconformist, came upon himself on a "hush-hush" govt undertaking at a mystery base within the Arctic. The very features that made him a risk in civilized society have been important features in a guy who needs to effectively act the a part of a service provider dealer of the Beaker humans through the Bronze Age.
For after they have been transferred by way of time laptop to the distant Baltic zone the place the Russian submit was once situated, Ross and his companion Ashe have been swept right into a amazing action-filled experience related to Russians, superstitious prehistoric males, and the extraterrestrial beings of a misplaced galactic civilization that demanded each ounce of braveness the americans possessed.
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Beside me in the wall was a grating about three feet high, with the bars set askew. It was probably a drain. I fell through. And dropped about four feet to a sloping floor. It was pitch-black above me and there was a hand grasping and grasping in the dark. I could hear it scrabbling against the wall. I took a swipe overhead, and my blade struck something moving. Roaaaaaa . . The sound was blunted behind stone. But from my side came the sharp retort of his palm as he started slapping. I dived forward.
Somebody saying, Wait till it gets light enough so you'll know I'm here. "Le Dorik was with me after sunrise. " Nativia asked, wonderingly. Bewildered, I returned to the village. La Dire and Lo Hawk met me at the source-cave. We spoke together a bit; I watched them thinking deeply about things I didn't understand, about my bewilderment. 'You're a good hunter, Lo Lobey," Lo Hawk said at last, "and though a bit outsized below the waist, a fair specimen of a man. You have much danger ahead of you; I've taught you much.
There were many cracks in the high ceiling, here and there lighting on the floor a branch clawing crisped leaves or the rim of a hole that might go down a few inches, a few feet, or drop to the lowest levels of the sourcecave that were thousands of feet below. I came to a fork, started beneath the vault to the left, and ten feet into the darkness tripped and rolled down a flight of shallow steps, once through a puddle (my hand splatting out in the darkness), once over dry leaves (they roared their own roar beneath my side), and landed at the bottom in a shaft of light, knees and palms on gravel.
The Time Traders by Andre Norton