SO FEW WORDS YET
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It was a race against the virility of the jungle, which, many times, covered the little gaps in the undergrowth we had managed to carve out of it with new plant matter the day after. Single rays of light fell into the cave, more and more as the days went by. Gradually it was thus revealed that the cave was half domed, again with many archaic carvings decorating the inside. Next to the long staircase lay, often broken, statues of land animals of all sorts. Many of them were in a cowering position—perhaps paying tribute to whatever was the meaning or purpose of the pavillion at the bottom of the stairs? We indulged in lively speculation before we went to sleep (not to bed—wish we'd had that comfort). After the monotony and isolation many of us had endured for months or years, it was immensely satisfying to be able to make our own discoveries, and to discuss them in a circle where each of us had something to contribute. The mermaids seemed to be a recurring motif and took central positions in the carvings on the wall. Perhaps real mermaids had lived here once? Or the peoples who built the structure celebrated the union between the land and the sea in the temple. Even if behind the cave had been just another cliff, it had already loosened the shackles on our minds by returning to our lives a degree of quality and purpose.
But the promises held true. One day, Nestory—it had been his turn to dig—came to us his hands full of exotic flowers, though his smile overshadowed their colours. He tossed them into the air, and we picked them up and tossed them back and danced gaily, for we all knew what it meant: he had been outside. We did not immediately escape, however. Though we were yet unaware of the dangers of the jungle, it seemed obvious that to go without a means of defending ourselves against the fauna would be careless. A winch was organised from elsewhere in the mine so that nobody would be left behind, but we could remove the rope after the deed was done.
Relieving some guards of their weapons proved easy, thanks to a practise we had established months ago already. One of the convicts would make a scene, upon which one or two guards would be let down under the pretext to see what was the matter. We would retreat into the mine, where they shared food or alcohol with us and pocketed a bit of gold dust or a few small gemstones we had laid aside from them. It was an unspoken secret, as each guard had been complicit in it plenty of times and neither were interested in the higher-ups catching wind of it. On the day we escaped the colony, we simply knocked the two visiting guards out from behind while they were distracted. By the time they came to, we were gone without a trace, as were their muskets, ammunition, sabre, and some meagre rations they had on them.
The stagnant, humid air hit us like a wall as we went to leave the cool, dark interior of the mountain. The heat was suffocating. Some of us seemed reluctant to leave that cave, which had given us a purpose, a respite from the heat and the monotony of our labour. But it had been but a station on the road to freedom, and now we had to seize the chance before anything could deny us our future.
Through the dense treetops far, far above us trickled light, filtered by layer upon layer of green. Young trees reached out for the crowns of their ancestors, vying with giant ferns for the sun's scarce golden dew. Vines crawled up and down the trunks, in every corner of the eye something fluttered, jumped from branch to branch, or roused the impenetrable underbrush that spilt all around. Monkeys screamed, birds chirped, and things we never hoped to meet roared and bellowed. The sensory overload mixed into our enthusiasm of a new future, and we happily hacked away at the foliage with the few shovels and sabres we had on us. It was tedious work, more tedious perhaps than the mining, but it was an act of our own volition.
In spite of our passion, progress was slow. We had little indication of how much time had passed, for the sun was hidden behind a sea of green shadows at all times, but the longer it took the more wary we became of any possible pursuers. We decided to split up to decrease our chances of getting caught. Prisoners did not last long on this colony—if the hard work or the terrible climate didn't kill them, an accident, a sickness, or something else usually did—so we numbered only about nineteen men. Our rations were barely enough for eight men, and the less mouths we would have to find food for, the better. Someone joked that we might have better chances to survive if we stayed together, so that by the time a dozen of us had died from eating poisonous food, the remaining handful would know exactly how to feed themselves. Split up, each team might waste a member on the same fruit or animal—how inefficient!