Prologue
KALBARRI is the centre of one of ’s most popular Tourist Centre’s. It is situated near the turbulent waters at the basin of the mouth of the Murchison River on the North West coast of .
The rocky Jasper coasts of the Town have claimed many a vessel over the centuries, which came to grief because of the collection of reefs and tides; with the clashing of fresh and saltwater, coursing it way through the beautiful rocky cliffs with spectacular. Pounding waves lash the cliffs and rocks during periods, which at times, feels the lash of hurricanes.
It is believed that Kalbarri was the name of a local BARDI tribesman, who was part of the original inhabitants of some 40000 years ago. More than 500 species of plants grow in the region, which include banksias, grevilleas, grasstrees, kangaroo paws and acacias. Kangaroos and Wallabies abound, along with the smaller mammals, such as the little horny possum .Emus roam in great numbers and more than 170 species of birds have been recorded in the area.
The area is known as the Gascony Murchison Sub Region. 50000 years landscape an extinct tribe known as the Yaberurran people roamed the area and cave paintings, which depict their history, are in great numbers throughout the Pilbara coast: Manda Creek rock site is well known.
The shoreline changed about 2500 years ago to about six kilometers from the above named creek site. Many more cave paintings are being found. On hot a summer day in 1803 two tribal men approached a shimmering pool outside of a giant cave on a plateau, well above the shore line: they had meditated on the six month journey from their tribe, who were commonly known as the Sea People .
KALBARRI--WHERE THE LEGEND BEGINS...
Footnote
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INTERLINA is the Aboriginal name for the Tribal executioners. The common name of KURDAITCHA was assigned by Europeans, who later discovered the customs of the tribes and documented them .
PROLOGUE
MARBUK the younger, as he was known, sat alongside of his ancient mentor and Uncle, and who he called the ‘Old Man’ and he wondered what more could he be shown in the way of sights and signs; during his quiet times he reflected about the woman who he was to marry yet it did not happen because Jeddah was spirited away by his enemy Waninja.
Marbuk was one of his tribe’s executioners and it was his assignment to find and kill the perpetrator.
His Uncle was there to assist him with the killing. They had tracked the band of tribes’ people to the area. near the beach
His thoughts rained down on him of what he would do to the enemy and his thoughts were on personal vengeance as well, which was outside of the scope of the rules, yet he found it was too hard to brush the thoughts off, so he waited for instructions, watching the Old man searching for words. And in that long period of the old man’s lips which formed silent words he thought once again, about the long journey, while they rested, tired and cramped, with aching calf muscle
Yet it was always the same dream which returned, of another life, in a strange countryamongst many more tall dark skinned men dancing to music. They were happy people until the white men came, with their chains and their whips.
Marbuk brushed away that dream and then as always, the second colored dream of a dark skinned child, who was being clapped by white people, when he played music on an instrument.
I.
MARBUK and the Old Man stretched out on the soft red sand and for a few seconds dozed off until the Old man was woken with the loud snoring of his student He shook him awake and they then ate again the remnants of the lizard. This had been caught by the old man, with an amazing dash of speed on old legs, before the creature slid into its burrow.
The Old Man burped and coughed up a piece of undigested meat and in his coughing held the trunk of a nearby acacia tree. He drew more closely, around his fragile body .the cloak made many years ago, of Kangaroo skin, which even in the summer he could not be persuaded to discard and besides the cloak was living proof of his history.
The cold had entered his bones and he knew his time on the earth was drawing to a closeThe best part of his life had been spent as a teacher, a counselor and a tribal executioner and his knowledge of natural medicine was legendary.
He hoped he might have more time on the earth to teach those of skills to his nephew yet age had its benefits and his clear recall of memory of where he grew up and the people he had met healed, and killed, were with him each night and as well, in his dreams
The good dreams went away and were replaced with thoughts of – God- would he judge me. He knew in his heart that the survival of his race relied in the strict attention to the rules. a removal from society of those who broke the rules.
And to add to his thoughts was a sudden melancholy which his black bloodshot eyes veiled, to keep away the prying eyes of those who wished to prize those from his mind .It took some effort to cut away the melancholy mood and to that end he broke the words to his nephew us wait here for awhile, let us drink from this clear water and after I will tell you some secrets.’ He then became silent once more, staring at the sand with the listless patterns he was scratching and drawing, with a stick in the sand and then, at times, during those intervals he broke into a wide smile and Marbuk wondered if his Uncle was either going mad or talking to his spirits, which were now more frequent in his speech. The smile showed strong white teeth when he gazed with the piercing eyes into his nephews on this occasion it appeared to Marbuk that Then out from uncle. ‘It is really very surprising that a man like you should fall so deeply in love with a girl like her. Marbuk made no reply and the Old man now a bit fearful that his words might offend his sensitive nephew hastened to quickly add more words.’ you know as well as I do that I believe her to be a lovely young person with much beauty and grace, but your characters are much more different just like fire and water I imagine’ The Old man paused to let his words sink in yet he saw no sign of agreement at this point so he forged on.
‘You have been indoctrinated with one mission and it is your duty. You can lead twin lives but it is not easy-- trust me-- I did and my marriage was not all that good. Just let your imagination roam out free and you will find a way to truly love a woman without having one eye back at what your life theme is. True love is not possible without imagination and good thoughts. And true love is just not sex.They are trees apart’ Once again Marbuk did not respond, yet a look came into his eyes and small moisture appeared in the corners, while he averted his gaze and let his eyes shift towards the Marbuk knew he had to get her back in his life and kill his enemy; Waninja, very soon, before his tribe gave up, and let her be with his enemy
Marbuk knew the journey was nearly over because the tracks ended just before the descent onto the beach and he hid, yet pointed to the group lazing about on the beach sand. He clearly saw JEDDAH, standing apart from his enemy, and shading her eyes as she gazed out to sea. His enemy was sleeping with the others. He turned to the Old man ‘There they are Uncle. .’
I know. Stand back. Do not be seen.’
