The Last Days of Lemuria

Book Three of the Gods of Space and Time

The crew of a spaceship heading to modern day Earth end up in the long lost civilisation of Lemuria, two weeks before it is destroyed by an earthquake.

They’ve got a few problems on their hands. But the people are lovely. And the food is even better.

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A FEW LINES FROM THE TEXT

The centre of festivities is a courtyard at the rear of the house, and it’s a hive of activity. Most of the guests are farmhands, but the star attraction is a boisterous character called Waldo who is cooking up a feast at a huge outdoor oven. Waldo is a burly man with red hair, rosy cheeks and sparkling blue eyes, a cattleman with a reputation as the best cook on the ranch.

This is no ordinary oven as Addric can see. It’s the grand-daddy of all wood-fired ovens. A fire smoulders away in an underground chamber. It has three ovens on one side and a sizzling hotplate on the other. And the distinctive aroma of freshly baked bread and a casserole in a huge clay pot wafts through the air.

Waldo has a team of willing little helpers who rush back and forth to a woodpile with a load of fresh firewood. Jatoo has made new friends and he is having the time of his life. But Addric is intrigued and he just has to take a closer look at this smoking volcano on four legs.

“I built this myself,” Waldo says proudly. “Ovens like this are quite common in mountain villages, but I have added a few special touches of my own.”

“This is the best way to cook just about anything, but you just have to see the rotisserie Addric, as we are having a spit-roasted pig tonight.”

Addric never imagined that you could insert a metal rod through one end of an animal, out the other and then baste it to perfection over burning hot coals, but you obviously can.

“Just wait till you try some,” Waldo says. “It just melts in your mouth.”

“I think it’s time to serve it up, but I will need a bit of help as this can be a tricky business.”

“So, what do you want me to do,” Addric says.

“Help me lift the pig from its cradle and place it on that table over there.”

Addric takes hold of one end of the metal rod and Waldo takes the other. But it’s no easy task trying to lift one hundred pounds of burning hot pig up into the air. It threatens to slide one way and another and its touch and go for a few heady seconds. But it could have been a lot worse if not for two strapping young lads who come to their rescue at the last moment.

One hundred pounds of chargrilled pork survives a journey of less than two meters. Waldo mops his brow with a greasy rag, downs a tankard of beer and inspects the finished product closely.

“It’s absolutely perfect Addric, but before I do anything else, I have to prepare the gravy. That’s what the juice is for.”

Addric’s mouth is the barometer of a good meal, but this is history in the making. He is about to have his first ever taste of spit-roasted pig. Waldo makes the first incision and places a juicy little slice in his mouth.

“Oh, Waldo, my good man, that’s the best thing ever,” he says. “You really are a master of your trade.”

“Food, Addric, food. You just have to get it right.”

“And you have done it beautifully my friend.”

Waldo’s final act of the day is to remove the pies from the oven, after which he makes a quiet retreat. He has had one too many beers, but he knows when his time is up. He heads for the stables and passes out on a bale of freshly cut hay.

This, as Addric realises, could be the last meal these people ever eat together. In just over a week, they will be eradicated by the hand of nature. Time is running out and if there was a way to stop this catastrophe, he would do everything in his power. The very thought that this beautiful continent and twenty million people are about to be obliterated is unthinkable.

“Even if the rebels do not get a chance to see the results of their efforts, I am going to make sure that they go out with a bang,” he says. “Justice will be served in one way or another.”

 

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