The Mistery of Belicena Villca
FOURTH BOOK “ The Story of Kurt von Sübermann ” Chapter I
They ran , turbulent waters ran and they dragged me without me being able to avoid it . Nearby , enveloped in a rumble of noise and foam , the waterfall absorbed torrents of water like a titanic thirsty gorge . I was approaching the roaring abyss , I saw the edge , I tried to swim uselessly but the water was dragging me . In the end I fell headlong into the torrent . It was the end . I would crash to the bottom , against sharp rocks . I had to open my eyes , I had to open my eyes ...
With a supreme effort I opened my eyes , which were instantly wounded by a terrible glare . I blinked trying to get my eyes used to the Sun , as I realized that I was lying in a room unknown . I gazed like hypnotized at the window , adorned with white curtains , while , little by little , the mists in which my conscience was covered were dissipating .
The first thing I assumed was the intense pain in my head , plus a kind of pressure on the scalp and forehead . I tried to get my hands to the head and a new pain stabbed my nervous system . I could hardly move the arms , both of which were bandaged up to the elbow . The left was the most affected and sensitive , because a small movement seemed a torture ; the right , equally sore , appeared to be in better condition . With the latter I found that a bandage covered my entire skull up to my forehead . The movement was very difficult , done by reflex upon regaining consciousness . Notwithstanding its fugacity , it was enough to alert the person who was sitting to the right of the bed , at such an angle that I was unable to perceive his presence from the first moment . He was a huge man , with sharp eyes and thunderous voice , the one who approached me with a worried gesture and ... yelling . Older than how I remembered him from that night in my childhood , he hadn ' t changed much though : he was definitely Uncle Kurt ! His facial expression was downed and his voice was sad , saying inconsistencies : – You are my only nephew and I almost killed you . I have spilled my own blood ! A curse has fallen upon me . Oh God , my end is near , why do you add this misfortune to my sufferings ?...
You will be fine Arturo , my son , --Uncle Kurt continued with a pained voice-- you will recover . The Ampej Palacios has reviewed you and ensures that you will recover soon , how can you forgive me , creature ?...
Uncle Kurt kept muttering his complaints and apologies nonstop while he kept that powerful blue gaze fixed on me .
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