They chattered to the queen who turned to Lucy. ‘There is no passage down, O Promised One, but there is a place where the precipice is not so high. That is where we shall go.’ Lucy remounted her trusty tapir and they trekked westwards with the morning sun behind them for t...
Something was going on. First a bird had flown into their group from the east, then several bonobos from different family groups had joined them from various directions, finally a crocodile (a species the bonobos normally stayed well clear of) had emerged from a nearby river and clambered up the ...