CHAPTER 3
Chains of Betrayal
When I regained consciousness, I was lying on the floor of a large cave, there were natives all around and the cave was lit with flaming torches. I was facing Korasmon the Barbarian Chieftain. He was a tall and imposing figure of a man, at seven feet tall, with a strong muscular frame.
“Who are you, “he asked me in his thunderous voice and in his strange tongue, which I could understand “and why do you come to our forests?”
I understood the man and somehow I felt that I could also communicate with him in his language. The key to learning languages is all recorded into the mind and it is easier for anyone to learn, as we are all part of the same human experience.
“I search for the ribbon of yellow which covers the land, the sea and the skies,” I told him c
