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better take your wet things off make yourselves as comfortable as possible

Who's there?

I'm sorry if I startled you.

We were lost in the storm, and I hardly expected to find a place like this.

Welcome.

Welcome to the hospitality afforded by the home of an ancient people.

Thanks.

Say, do you mean that at some time a primitive people made this cave their

Of that I'm quite sure.

Well, what in the world leads you to believe that?

These markings, hidden for many centuries, which I've been able to

Am I to understand that there's a meaning to these marks that you can

Not only a meaning, but a complete story as well.

On this wall, a learned man left a saga.

That's amazing.

My friends and I are most interested in things of this kind.

May I have your permission to bring them in so they can see this unusual place?

Well, by all means, invite them in.

And while they're waiting for the storm to pass to entertain them, I... I'll be

glad to give my interpretation of the simple story that's left here. Oh,

This will make losing our way really worthwhile.

These strange figures and forms were carved here many years ago.

any record of our present civilization.

They speak the message of an intelligent man.

Do you mean there were people of intelligence that long ago?

Intelligence, my friend, is inherent.

Education and culture are acquired.

Civilization, of course, has brought complications.

But here are the same thoughts, the same emotions.

The same struggles with the problems of life and death that we have today

experienced.

I've always thought of those ancient people as animals rather than humans.

In order that we can have a better understanding of this story, will you

give us some idea of what they looked like?

I don't know.

I never thought of it.

It never seemed important to me what they looked like.

Suppose we assume that they were just human beings like you people sitting

The story concerns a young hunter of one tribe and a young girl of another.

Maybe the girl resembled this young lady.

The boy might have looked like this young man sitting here. Perhaps he was

the same age.

The saga concerns two tribes.

To avoid confusion, suppose we say the boy belonged to the rock people and

the girl to the shell people.

Our story opens with the rock tribe.

The young hunter we'll call Tumac.

His was a cruel tribe.

Pity and compassion played little part in the existence of those people who ate

only what they could kill.

They depended solely upon their ability to kill for sustenance.

They despised weakness, worshipped strength.

They ruled by the power of might.

The strongest was their leader.

Well, we first find them over here in search of food.

Animals were abundant.

None of them had learned to fear man, which made the hunter's life most

hazardous.

These people lived in the highlands, a country denied natural beauty by lava

rock and glacial flow.

Their home was a cave on the crags, hollowed by the convulsions of a young

earth. Here in the bleak mountains, the mighty mastodon roamed at will.

The saber -toothed tiger stalked giant deer, and the vulture forever followed

the shadow of the hated hyena. Here, life lived hand in hand with death.

And compensation came only to the strong.

They hunted as primitively as they lived, knowing no weapons except a crude

staff, which responded only to brute strength.

Akoba, their leader, was the mightiest hunter of them all.

Tumak, son of Akoba, begged for the right to his first kill.

Stupid! Stupid!

What's that?

A bottle!

A bottle!

A bottle! A bottle!

Thank you.

Connor.

Yeah, you know

Me too.

Thank you.

Get back.

Get back.

Misha!

Misha!

Misha!

Misha!

Eat your waffles.

Eat your waffles!

Two Mac.

Louana. Louana.

Louana.

Louana. Louana. Louana. Louana. Louana.

Louana.

Buccio. Buccio.

I love you.

One more, two more.

You're Luna.

I'm Luna.

Luna.

Let's go back.

Picasso?

Picasso?

Luana!

Loana. Loana.

Loana.

One day.

Luana!

Luana!

Luana!

Luana! Luana!

Luana!

Mark! Mark!

Nietzsche!

Thank you.