Rapa Nui Page #3

statues we build.

You love her, too.

That's it, isn't it?

You're as

Blind as your grandfather.

And even dumber than your crazy father.

At least I know who my father was.

I don't need your

Long Ear handouts.

And we were never

Friends!

Will you swim for me,

the Ariki-mau

The reigning Birdman?

Haoa!

Will you train me to compete

for the Birdman?

My daughter sits in

a cave for you.

You know the cliffs

- And currents better than anyone.

- Do I?

You trained my father.

Crazy Long Ear.

He won.

Y es, he did. Then one day he got

in one of my canoes

Sailed over

The horizon and never returned.

Got me banished here.

I'm not like him.

- I can see that.

- I'll give you

What you want.

Oh?

Then make the forests grow back so I have

Wood to work.

And explain why Ramana's skin

is not good enough.

Will you train me?

No. You're too ignorant.

Who's there?

It's me.

Noro?

No. Make.

How are you?

I'd love to stand up,

Move my legs.

- Did they feed you today?

- A little, yes.

I brought you something.

Here.

A yam!

I'm sorry there's not more.

It's all I have.

I'm not rich,

- And Long Ear, like him.

- Make! You must stop this.

Ramana, you're Short Ear.

I'm short Ear.

Why can't you love your own Kind?

You cannot choose

Who you love. Only whose love

To accept.

I can wait.

I've waited all my life.

He was here again, wasn't he?

Are you cold?

- I brought you something warm.

- No, I'm fine.

Ramana,

Do you think I've been ignorant?

I think you've just been a boy.

Is it night or day, my love?

It's night.

Your forty-fifth.

Who will climb the cliffs at

Orongo in the spring?

And swim with the sharks to Motu Nui?

For the first manutara egg?

And if you win

Who will be your Birdman?

Let each clan

Announce their choice now.

Kahumea for Mokoi

Of the Marama clan.

Pounatea For Ataranga

Of the Haumoana clan.

Hinaioio

For Teaue of the Hamea clan.

Makita

For Hira of the Kotuu clan.

Ngaara

For Tiko of the Ngatimo clan.

Noroinia

Of the royal Miru clan

For the Ariki-mau..

Ariki-paka.

Matua Tane.

Something worries me.

The training?

Too many mouths having too many children.

Good land turning to

Dust.

It's the moai.

They're eating everything.

No one's thinking beyond that.

I said to myself,

If you, the Ariki-mau, knew

This was happening you would stop it.

Anyhow, this is what I see.

Worry about the race.

All clear!

Rollers ready!

But I don't understand.

Replaced?

It's taken 41/2 moons to get this far.

You're far behind schedule.

But we've had hats to do as well.

And there's not enough rope.

- Riro's in charge now!

- But...

This is not possible.

I've been master carver for 27 years.

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