The tribe had to feed, but the Others defended themselves, trying to kill them with rock knives.
But that didn’t work. The tribefolk were undeterred.
They tried to kill them with spears.
But that did not work, either. The tribefolk came back.
They tried strangling the attackers with pieces of animal hide.
But that failed, too. The tribefolk returned again.
And finally the Others decided to try everything they could think of simultaneously.
They drove wooden spears into the hearts of the tribefolk.
The used stone knives to carve off the heads of the tribefolk.
And then they jammed spears up into the severed heads, forcing the shafts up through the holes at the bases of the skulls.
The hunters marched far away from their camp, each carrying a spear thrust vertically toward the summer sun, each one crowned by a severed, pointed-toothed head. When, at last, they found a suitable hole in the ground, they dumped the heads in, far, far away from their bodies.
The Others waited for the tribefolk to return.
But they never did.
“Do not send the originals,” said Brancusi.
“But—”
“The originals are mine, do you understand? I will ensure their safe passage out of China.”
It looked for a moment like Weidenreich’s will was going to reassert itself, but then his expression grew blank again. “All right.”
“I’ve seen you make casts of bones before.”
“With plaster of Paris, yes.”
“Make casts of these skulls—and then file the teeth on the casts.”
“But—”
“You said Andrews and others would be able to tell if the original fossils were altered. But there’s no way they could tell that the casts had been modified, correct?”
“Not if it’s done skillfully, I suppose, but—”
“Do it.”
“What about the foramen magnums?”
“What would you conclude if you saw fossils with such widened openings?”
“I don’t know—possibly that ritual cannibalism had been practiced.”
“Ritual?”
“Well, if the only purpose was to get at the brain, so you could eat it, it’s easier just to smash the cranium, and—”
“Good. Good. Leave the damage to the skull bases intact. Let your Andrews have that puzzle to keep him occupied.”
The casts were crated up and sent to the States first. Then Weidenreich himself headed for New York, leaving, he said, instructions for the actual fossils to be shipped aboard the S.S. President Harrison. But the fossils never arrived in America, and Weidenreich, the one man who might have clues to their whereabouts, died shortly thereafter.
Despite the raging war, Brancusi returned to Europe, returned to Transylvania, returned to Castle Dracula.
It took him a while in the darkness of night to find the right spot—the scar left by his earlier digging was just one of many on the desolate landscape. But at last he located it. He prepared a series of smaller holes in the ground, and into each of them he laid one of the grinning skulls. He then covered the holes over with dark soil.
Brancusi hoped never to fall himself, but, if he did, he hoped one of his own converts would do the same thing for him, bringing his remains home to the Family plot.