Rahan. Episode One Hundred and Four. By Roger Lecureux. The Sun God. A Puke (TM) Comic.

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Rahan.

The son of the fierce ages!

Episode One Hundred and Four.

By Roger Lecureux, drawn by Andre Cheret.

The Sun God.

Rahan should have released his arrow sooner.
The son of Crao regretted having aimed for too long, because the vulture whose flight he was following.

Now passed in front of the sun!
He shot his arrow anyway, but, dazzled by the flaming disc.

He missed the bird!
Cursed be he who dares to desecrate the sun god!

Page Two.

Argh!
Rahan did not have time to seize a second arrow!
The blow was terrible!

When he came to, he was crucified strangely.
Hunters, near the nearby river, were calling out to the sun.

They left Rahan his knife.
But why did they tie his hair in a knot!?

A man, undoubtedly the leader of the clan, was approaching.
You tried to kill the sun god, “Fire hair!”
My people saw you shoot your arrow!

Eh?
Rahan is not stupid enough to shoot at the sun!
It was a bird he was aiming for!
He lies! It was the sun god he wanted to kill!

The hunter who aims his arrows at the benevolent sun god only deserves the “territory of shadows”!
Death! Death!
Page Three.

No! The tips of our spears would be too gentle for this desecrator!
We will let the Sun God take revenge himself!

Do you hear, “Fire hair”?
We will abandon you to the sun-god until his fires have eaten away your skin and devoured your eyes!

Men moved the frame of branches and Rahan understood.
They could thus, at any moment, and depending on the position of the sun.

Expose their captive to its unbearable blaze!
And Rahan will not even be able to protect his eyes with his hair!

The long torture began.
The sun continued its slow rise, setting the sky ablaze.

To protect his pupils Rahan had only the resource of closing his eyelids.
But the chief, goading him with his spear, forced him to reopen them!

Ha-ha-ha! When your eyes are dead, we will release you!

Page Four.

Never again will you see the green valleys!
You will live in eternal night!
This is what it costs to defy our god!

No! Rahan prefers to join the Kingdom of Shadows!
The thought of losing his sight increased Rahan's energy tenfold.
But it was impossible for him to free himself from the shackles.

The chief must have guessed the thoughts of the tortured person.
It may be that your eyes resist this first test “Hair of fire!”

But you should know that we will continue tomorrow and the following days if necessary!

Sometimes the leader would move away and Rahan could close his eyes.
But even through his eyelids the flaming persisted!

Rahan's suffering will only end with night!

Page Five.

Whichever way he turned his head there was, again and again, the unbearable vision of fire.
Rahan can hardly see anymore!

Everything he still perceived became imprecise. The Leader. The hunters. The river.
Everything was bathed, behind the veil of his tears, in an unreal sparkle of light.

The sun slowly, very slowly began its descent.
The yoke was moved once again.
Let us go! Open your eyes!

The son of Crao felt as if arrows of fire were gouging out his eyes. The pain was unbearable.
Rahan will not open his eyes again!

Despite the stabs of the spear he kept his eyelids closed.
Kill Rahan right away!
This death would be too sweet, “Fire-Hair”!

Page Six.

But we grant you a respite, time to go and find our women to greet the setting of the sun!

The hunters disappeared, abandoning the captive.
They will come back! They will torture Rahan until his eyes die!

The sun was setting, but Rahan saw it only as a fantastic incandescence.

Which brought forth from his memory the distant memory of the tragic night, the one where the blue mountain had vomited its fiery entrails!

If Rahan could drag himself to the river, he would escape these monsters!
He could not free himself from the shackles, but an idea came to him.

Fall out of this rack, crawl towards the river, let yourself be carried away by the current!
But if Rahan falls on his back he will not be able to turn around!

Page Seven.

Energetic shaking soon freed the frame of branches from its support and.
He.
He was about to fall.

Ra-ha-ha!
With a final thrust, he had steered the fall, falling forward as he wished!

Then began the slow and painful crawl. The heavy yoke hindered his difficult contortions.

Oh! Rahan's eyes have come back to life!
In the reddish fog the landscape gradually regained its contours.
One more effort, Rahan! Another effort!

The “Water Path” will carry Rahan away from cruel hunters! He will lead him towards a strike.

And Rahan will eventually find a way to free himself from these cursed branches!
Exhausted, he finally reached the river.
He let himself slide there with the yoke. When suddenly.

Page Eight.

The worshipers of the sun god reappeared!
The desecrator escapes us! Kill him! Kill him!

Dragged by the rapid flow, the son of Crao was a difficult target!
Do not sacrifice your spears unnecessarily! We will catch him at the black teeth!

While the hunters left their companions and laughed along the river another danger threatened Rahan!

Carried away at crazy speed, helpless, he saw the obstacle approaching!
Rahan is going to break his bones on this rock! No! No!

Crack!
Ra-ha-ha!
Rahan is saved!
Not only had the yoke cushioned the shock, but it had broken!

Page Nine.

And Rahan, although still entangled in the dislocated frame, could now seize his knife, and cut his bonds!

Arriving at the Black Teeth dam where they thought they would intercept him, the hunters shouted.
The desecrator has freed himself! The sun god will never forgive us if we let him escape from our territory!

The sun was still blazing, unbearable to his still painful eyes.
Rahan will not have time to take refuge in the forest!

On this open hill he would quickly fall under the lances, which were already whistling past.
Death!
Death!

They are getting closer. Rahan is lost! No! Not yet!
He remembered suddenly how.

Dazzled by the sun, he had missed the bearded vulture!
You made Rahan suffer, sun! Now you will help him!

Page Ten.

He rushed towards the ridge, straight onto the disk of fire.
Some spears did not care for him because.

His pursuers could barely distinguish him in the unbearable dazzle of gold and fire!
The sun god is with him!

The forest was close.
Rahan will soon be safe there! Then, on the hill broke out its cry of victory!
Ra-ha-ha!

After the horrible torture, the darkness of the ferns seemed sweet and beneficent to him.

Maybe they will chase Rahan.
But Rahan will escape them!
They will not be able to do anything against him in the territory of the four hands!

Ra-ha-ha!
Yes, the son of Crao was out of danger.
And yet his clamor resounded, it was quite simply because his sight had again become as clear, as piercing as on the morning of that terrible day.