15 - Take

"Tell us what you think is happening, Hava."

The leader of the seven men said. His heart was skipping and his eyes were fiddling with the structure of the old man.

The six others had made a circle around himself and the old dark man whom they referred to as Hava.

The Manganis had left them to discourse with the old man before they would eliminate him as a warning of not trying to cross their boundaries or share boundaries with them.

They could actually run away, but Hava had told them that that was the worst thought they could had ever nursed.

He had maintained that the Managanis were not stupid and of course knew what they were doing. Some of them would be at the end of every of the escape route they could think of.

Though the leader of the group didn't buy that. He owed that to fear, but he knew that the apes were crazy and could do crazy things too.

They had no idea how many minutes more left they had before the apes would return. They were only expecting and trying to reel over the discourse quickly.

Hava seemed to have a solution to the present pressure the apes were giving them.

The dark old man with bounty beards had told him how the Manganis had treated him. He had said that many of them were not what they seemed like.

He had said that they had fed him the appropriate time and had treated him well, but one thing he had noticed was the fact that they hated being breached, which possibly was why they might want to have him killed as a warning to the rest.

"I won't tell you what I think. Rather, I'll tell you what I know."

Hava started, pulling some of the strands of the newly sprouted beards he had been keeping track of.

"Truly, they are our progenitors, as they've said the are. They have lots of proofs to back up all of their rules and dispositions."

"This isn't our Hava."

One of the men whispered to the other man beside him.

The other guy turned to him and nodded his head. He probably could see with the eyes of the other fellow.

Hava continued without breaking the stoic syllables.

"I'll advise that we all submit to them that they may show us the way. We are all blind and have no sense of light in us. Not even the Monarch. But come to the land of the Manganis, you would be made to see the light and walk through it, never to be in the dark again. I have seen the light that is why I speak this way. Return to your Monarch and say what I have said. Because sooner or later, the ancestors would come and claim their descendants. And I'm sure if you were in their shoes, hell you wear a smaller size, you would do worse. I mean even you, Viram, the leader."

Viram, the leader of the men looked at the man through the discourse. He knew something was fishy but wasn't getting the idea.

"I think we've heard enough."

He said and walked around the old man, trying to figure out how he would react to it.

"Give us some moments to talk about it, Hava."

He added. The old man grumbled but held the odds up to himself, then he spoke.

"There's nothing to think about. Thinking takes quite the numbers of processes. Just act."

"We know. Just a moment."

"You earned it."

Hava said and sat on the same spot where he had been standing since the beginning of the conversation.

The seven men walked few metres away from the man. They clustered over their contentions,

"Obviously, that is not Hava."

One of the men hopped on the point,

"Everyone will agree with that of course. It's very obvious. Very."

Each man nodded to his neighbors in affirmation of what the fellow had said.

The looking Viram was about to speak when one of them who had been silent picked up his own stray view.

"Okay. We all have said that Hava has spoken amiss. That is because of what we already think of the Managanis. How about if we have been wrong about them? How about if we have inherited the lies from our leaders but the old man had figured it out here?"

Many of the men grunted and one was almost going to knock the fellow out but Viram looked him out of the thoughts and watched the stray fellow continue assuming his stance,

"I'm quite sure that none of us have seen these Manganis ever. This is our first time of meeting them. And owed to few things we've been made to notice, these creatures seem pure. They saved us from the cougars."

"They spanked me and threw him on the earth as though he was some trash."

The guy who had been a victim of the Manganis said, pointing at the other guy who had laughed when the former was being treated ill.

"They probably love orders but the two of your broke it. How many of you aside these two were hurt by them aside the isolated leader?"

None of them said a word, they only murmured.

"You see. Hava might be right. Why don't you let us give regards to what he had said. He had never misled the village. Why now? Someone who almost sacrificed himself for Vie."

None of the men said a word again. The leader broke the silence,

"What do you advice we do then?"

The fellow thought for a while then said,

"I'm clueless. I just think we shouldn't kick aside what the old man had said. He is one of the wisests in the village, remember."

The fellow retired. None of the men had something to say again. But twas the duty of the leader to always have something to say.

"All I see is that Hava is being used by these apes. I don't know how though but I can feel it. I don't know if apes have people over man's psychology. But we can still follow what he...."

He was barely out of those words when he noticed one of the men having his back to Hava choking.

He had been stabbed from behind by Hava.

They scattered immediately and sort for relief and way to bring Hava down.

Four of them encircled Hava and watched him dangle the spear of the groaning fellow. Three came on him, two held his arms, one took the spear and the last swiped him off the earth. Hava went down with his face in the dirt.

Then at once, before they could look twice, the twigs and branches of neighboring trees were snapping off. The Managanis of course were on their way.

To rescue Hava.

"Retreat. "

Viram called. They all scrambled, leaving the unconscious fellow behind.