Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 50 — page 86: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

HIDDEN TREASURE OF KALIN cannot read them. The words are different.” “Then burn them.” Kalin tossed them back on the fire. “First we will eat and after that we will find this treasure of yours.” He stared at the strange tribe through hooded eyes. “Strong men,” he muttered, more to himself than to the man at his side. “Strong women, also. We could use them in the village; there is much to do and labour is short.” He took a steaming mass of near-raw flesh from a spit and sank white teeth in the charred meat. ‘The Reader followed his example and for a while the men gulped their food in silence. ‘Shall we sleep here?”’ The old man wiped his stained beard. “These people seem friendly enough.” “They wait for a chance to kill us,” said Kalin sombrely. “Watch their eyes, the way they glance at each other and then at us. They hate and fear us and wait to do us ill.” “(Do your men know?” The 85 old man half-rose to his feet, then gasped as the king gripped his thin arm. “Sit down. My men have their orders.” Kalin belched. “Do you see the knives they wear in their belts? Good | weapons those, better than ours by far.” He licked his lips. ‘There would be a treasure indeed if we could but find a store of such.” “We came for Books,” said the Reader sternly. “With Books we can make knives and all manner of weapons, heal wounds without trace and speak across distances. What can you do with knives ?” “Kill,” said Kalin, and laughed at the expression on the old man’s face. “Come. Let us find this treasure.” The swarthy man he had spoken to before answered their questions. Yes, there was a great store of the things they used for fuel. It was a little way off, in a crumbling ruin. Yes, there were other things, but the place was large and full of ghosts and _ his conmicloooks.conn