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The Chronicle of Akakor
rejected the war plan. My experience in Manaus had convinced me of the futility of such an undertaking.
Our enemies were too numerous. My people were not up to their treachery and cunning. In addition, I was
afraid that the struggle would spread. The secret of Akakor was at risk. Therefore I dispatched the impatient
warlords and the leaders of the German soldiers to the dangerous frontiers. I tried to establish closer contact
with the priests to strengthen my position as prince. They also did not believe in the success of a major war
and advised a slow withdrawal into the underground dwellings of the Gods. But I had not yet lost all hope.
Since all my warriors’ feats had been unsuccessful, I would now try peace.

The High Priest of the White Barbarians

So it is written in the Chronicle of Akakor:

Great was the distress of the Chosen Servants. The sun was burning the soil; the fruits were
drying out on the fields. A terrible drought spread. People were starving in the mountains and
in the valleys, in the plains and in the forests. This seemed to be the destiny of the Chosen
Servants: to be extinguished, wiped off the earth. This seemed to be the will of the Gods, who
no longer remembered their brothers of the same blood and the same father.
The year 12,450 (1969) saw the beginning of a terrible drought. The rainy season was delayed by several
moons. Game retreated into the headwater regions of the rivers. Seeds dried on the fields. To save my
people from starvation, I came to a desperate decision. In agreement with the priests, but without the
knowledge of the high council and the warlords, I went to contact the White Barbarians. Dressed in the
clothes of the German soldiers, I left Akakor and after a laborious journey, I reached Rio Branco, one of
their great cities on the border between Brazil and Bolivia. Here I addressed myself to the high priest of the
White Barbarians to whom I had been introduced by the twelve white officers. I revealed to him the secret
of Akakor and told him about the distress of my people. As proof of my story, I gave him two documents of
the Gods, and they did indeed convince the white high priest. He granted my request and returned with me
to Akakor.

The arrival of the white high priest in Akakor led to violent arguments with the high council. The elders and
the warlords rejected all contact with him. To prevent any possible betrayal, they even demanded his
captivity. Only the priests were prepared to discuss a just peace. After endless arguments, the high council
granted the white high priest a period of six months in which he would tell his own people about the terrible
plight of the Ugha Mongulala. To support his tale, he was given several writings of the Ancient Fathers. If
he was not able to convince the White Barbarians, he was bound to return the documents to Akakor.

For six months, our scouts waited at the agreed upon meeting place on the upper Red River. The white high
priest did not return. (Only later I learned that he had lost his life in an airplane accident. He had, however,
sent the documents to a distant city called Rome. This is what his servants said, in any case.) After the
agreed upon time had expired, I summoned the high council to discuss the destiny of my people. The elders
and the priests were disappointed and demanded war. And again I refused. I rejected their decision by my
right of three vetoes as the prince of the Ugha Mongulala. What the white high priest had not achieved I was
going to try myself.

This is the farewell of Tatunca, the legitimate prince of the Chosen Tribes. He was strong. He
left his people. Like the great water serpent, he silently approached the enemy. He set out
alone, protected by the prayers of the priests in the Great Temple of the Sun: "Oh, ye Gods!
Defend him against his enemies in this time of darkness, in this night of evil shadows. May he
not falter. May he vanquish the hatred of the White Barbarians and overcome their treachery
and cunning. For the Chosen People long for peace." And so Tatunca set out on the difficult
road. Accompanied by the eyes of the Gods, he descended into the ravine, crossed the rushing
river, and he did not stumble. He reached the other bank. He went on ahead until he came to
the place where the White Barbarians have erected their houses made from limestone and

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