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    Tomorrow

    By Arthur Leo Zagat

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    Tomorrow was written in the year 1939 by Arthur Leo Zagat. This book is one of the most popular novels of Arthur Leo Zagat, and has been translated into several other languages around the world.

    This book is published by Booklassic which brings young readers closer to classic literature globally.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBooklassic
    Release dateJul 7, 2015
    ISBN9789635237609
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      Tomorrow - Arthur Leo Zagat

      978-963-523-760-9

      Chapter 1

      THE LOST ONES

      Dikar was on his knees, his head bowed against the side of his cot, his hands palm to palm. The fragrance of the dried grass with which his mattress was stuffed was in his nostrils, the rabbit fur of his blanket soft and warm against his forehead. Behind him there were two long rows of cots, eleven in each, separated by a wide space. At every cot knelt one of the Bunch, but the only sound was a low drone.

      Dikar's own murmur was a part of that drone. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. And should I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. Dikar used, as all of them did, the prayer they had learned before the terror had come. They had never been taught another.

      Dikar stayed on his knees as behind him there was a rustle of lifting bodies, a chatter of voices. One cried out, loud above the others, Hey, fellers! Jimlane it was. Who took my bow and arrows an' didn't bring 'em back? His changing voice, deep at first, broke into a high squeal. If I ketch the guy—

      They're out by the Fire Stone, foolish. That was Tomball. I seen you leave 'em there yourself. You'll be leavin' your head somewhere one these days, an' forget where. You're sure the prize dumby of the Bunch.

      The other Boys laughed, tauntingly. Dikar heard them, and he didn't quite hear them.

      He was waiting for a soft hand to stroke his hair, for sweet, low tones to say, The good Lord bless you, my son, and give you pleasant dreams. He knew they would not come. Hand and voice were vanished in the mists of Long-Ago, curtained from Dikar by the dark Time of Fear before which, as he very dimly recalled, everything had been different from what it was now. But always, when he had said his now-I-lay-me, he waited for them…

      Quit callin' me a dumby, Jimlane squealed. You gotta quit it.

      Who's gonna make me, dumby? You?

      Dikar rose to his feet, sighing, the burden of his leadership once more heavy upon him.

      From the blaze on the Fire Stone, a wavering light came in through the unglazed, oblong openings in the wall of the long narrow Boys' House. It bathed with red the stalwart, naked bodies; nut-brown skin under which flat muscles moved smoothly.

      Tomball was out in the space between the cots, his bulging arms hanging loose at his sides, his adolescent, chunky jaw black-stubbled, his eyes, too closely set, glittering between slitted lids.

      Jimlane faced him and was little more than half his size. Puny, his hairless countenance rashed with small pimples, the kid's upper lip trembled but he stood his ground in mid-aisle as the other advanced, slow and threatening.

      Yes, me, Jimlane answered him bravely. I ain't scared uh you, you big bully.

      You ain't, huh, Tomball grunted, closing the distance between them as Dikar got into motion. Then I'll teach you to be.

      Tomball had hold of Jimlane's wrist and was twisting it, his shadowed lip curling. The smaller lad's face went white with pain. His free hand twisted, batted at his tormentor's hairy belly. Tomball grinned and kept on twisting. His victim bent almost double, agonized, but still there was no whimper from the youngster…

      Dikar's fingers closed on Tomball's arm and dug into the hard muscle. No fair, Dikar said. Break!

      Tomball loosed Jimlane, jerked free of Dikar's hold and swung around. Says who? he growled, a redness in his black, small eyes that was not put there by the light. He was a quarter-head taller than Dikar and broader across the shaggy chest, and his thighs were twice the span of Dikar's. Oh, it's you!

      It's me, Dikar said quietly. And I'm orderin' you to quit pickin' on Jimlane an' on the other little fellows who don't take your guff. Dikar was lean-flanked and lithe-limbed, his hair and his silken beard yellow as the other's was black, his eyes a deep, shining blue.

      There will be no bullyin' here, so long as I'm Boss of the Bunch.

      Their code, like their talk, had been preserved unchanged from their young childhood, back before the Days of Fear. Isolated, they had no adult models to copy as they grew to young manhood.

      Yeah? Tomball said through lips thin and straight beneath their sparse covering of sprouting hairs, and somehow Dikar knew what he was going to say next. It had been coming for a long time and now it was here and Dikar was not altogether sorry.

      Tomball said it: As long as you're Boss. Two gray spots pitted the skin at the corners of his flat nose. Maybe. But it's time you made room for someone else, Dikar. For me.

      By Tomball's increasing unwillingness to obey orders, by his sulking and his endless whisperings with those of the Boys who had to be watched lest they shirk their share of work, Dikar had known the challenge was coming.

      He had thought out his answer and was ready with it. All right, he said, low voiced and very calm. "I'll call a Full Council tomorrow, of the Boys an' the Girls. I'll tell 'em why I think

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