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JUAN FRANCISCO BLANCO
“That is true, my brother. He said they needed extensive
experience in how to fight, and how to be strong as iron when
you are in danger.” Tabracan said, as he handed Zorin, the older
human, a slab of roasted barbecue-style ribs hot from the fire to
eat.
“Well, there you have an answer to Zorin’s problem. Huracán
must have agreed with the pleas from the Tongan people to
deliver both Tital and Bardala, to this place, and time. They can
go fight the Tarawa,” Zocam said, “while we stay here and eat.”
“But they are only two humans, like us. And one of them is a
woman. How can they possibly help us, as there are too many
fierce warriors in the Tarawa tribe for them to be of any use to
us?” Zorin whined to the two Giants.
“True, we are not mercenaries; we are just two people, two
very young people. Besides, we do not even know the Tongan
people. Maybe there is a hidden reason why the Tarawa tribe
has attacked them,” Bardala said, voicing her concerns.
“Then you should go and find out from the Tarawan warriors
if there is a good reason to kill and enslave the Tongan,” Zocam
said.
Bardala looked at Tital, saying, “It is one thing to kill animals
to eat, but to kill another person is quite different. They also
throw spears, don’t they?”
Tital leaned heavily on his wooden longbow before saying, “I
am willing to go see what the problem is all about; but, I am with
my family member Bardala. She must also consent to go willingly
with me, or I am afraid I will not be able to help your tribe. It is
up to you two to appeal to her judgment, for she is risking her life
also.”