Something like that would be very difficult to aim, it seems to me, Rabbit said.
The Matans practice a lot, and theyre good enough to bring home a lot of bison meat.
Thats what counts, Longbow said. Their spearheads are stone, arent they?
Of course, Dahlaine replied. The only metal we have anything to do with here in the Land of Dhrall is gold and I dont think gold would make very good spearheads.
Id say its almost time for me to go to work again, Rabbit added with a glum sort of look.
About all thats left now is crazy land, right? Red-Beard suggested, being careful not to smile.
Does he always have to do that, Zelana? Dahlaine asked his sister.
Do what, dear brother?
Turn everything into a joke.
It keeps him happy, Dahlaine, and happy people are nicer than gloomy ones. Havent you noticed that before?
He gave her a hard look, but she just smiled.
All right, Dahlaine continued. The nation on the east of my Domain is Atazakan, and as our friend who hasnt yet learned how to shave just suggested, the ruler of that region is fairly insane which isnt really his fault, since the last five generations of his family have also been crazy. The current ruler of Atazakan has taken crazy out to the far end, though. Hes absolutely convinced that hes god. He goes out to the public square in the city of Palandor every morning and gives the sun his permission to rise. Then, late in the afternoon, he goes back to the same place and permits her to set.
Shell do it without his permission, wont she? Rabbit asked skeptically.
Of course she will, Dahlaine replied with a faint smile, but that absurd business makes Holy Azakan feel more goddish.
I dont think theres such a word as goddish, Dahlaine, Zelana suggested.
You understood what I meant, didnt you, dear sister? Dahlaine asked her.
Well, sort of, I suppose.
That means that its a word, doesnt it?
Not one that Id ever use.
Youre a poet, Zelana, so your language is nicer than mine. Anyway, crazy old Azakan desperately wants divinity. Whether he truly believes that he has it might be open to some question, but his subjects or maybe worshipers have learned to accept his announcement that hes a god, because their very lives depend upon it.
Is there anything at all resembling an army in that part of your Domain? Sorgan asked.
Not really, Dahlaine replied. Azakan has a goodly number of guards that call themselves the Guardians of Divinity. Their primary duty involves intimidating the populace of Palandor so that theyll applaud and cheer each time the sun rises or sets at Azakans command. They carry poorly made-spears and clubs, but they dont really know how to use them. Id say that their primary contribution to a war with the creatures of the Wasteland will involve staying out of the way.
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The Seagull and the rest of the Maag fleet sailed on past the narrow channel that opened out into the bay of Lattash without bothering to stop, and Red-Beard heaved a vast sigh of relief touched with just a faint hint of shame. He was fully aware of the fact that he was evading certain responsibilities, but he knew that the tribe would survive without Red-Beard of Lattash serving as chief.
As they moved on farther north it became more and more obvious that summer was coming to a close. There were aspen trees and birch scattered among the pine, fir, and spruce, and the leaves of those particular trees had begun to turn, spattering the evergreen forest with patches of red and gold. Autumn was the most beautiful season in the forest, but it also gave a warning. Winter was not far away, and only fools ignored that silent warning.
It was about three days after theyd passed the bay of Lattash when Longbow advised Sorgan Hook-Beak that he was going to paddle his canoe ashore so that he could speak with Old-Bear, the chief of his tribe. If anything unusual is happening up in the land of the Tonthakans, Old-Bear will have heard about it.
Sorgan seemed to be just a bit surprised. Are your people really that familiar with the natives of Lord Dahlaines territory? he asked.
Ive gone up there a few times myself, Longbow replied. Its always a good idea to get to know the neighbors. There are a few restrictions, of course, but we can usually step around them. As nearly as I can determine, we wont need the archers of Zelanas Domain up in her brothers country unless the creatures of the Wasteland attack in millions, but its probably a good idea for us to stay in touch with Chief Old-Bear. If an emergency comes along, hell be able to pass the word to the other tribes. Help will be there if we happen to need it.
Ill lend you a skiff, if youd like.
Thanks all the same, Sorgan, but Im more comfortable in my canoe.
Could you use some company? Red-Beard asked his friend. Boats are nice, I suppose, but Id like to put my feet on solid ground for a little while.
Ships, Sorgan absently corrected.
You missed me there, Sorgan.
We call them ships, not boats.
Well excuse me.
Ill think about it, Sorgan replied.
Red-Beard followed his friend out onto the deck of the Seagull, and then the two of them carried Longbows canoe up out of the forward hold and lowered it over the side.
It felt good to be in a canoe again, and Longbows canoe was one of the smoothest Red-Beard had ever sat in. He rather ruefully conceded that no matter what Longbow did, he was always the best. Some people might have found that irritating, but it didnt particularly bother Red-Beard. Longbow was his friend, and he almost never tried to compete with him.
It was a balmy autumn day, the waves were gentle, and Longbows canoe seemed almost to skim across the surface toward the pebbly beach.
Red-Beard noticed that the men of the tribe seemed to avoid Longbow, which wasnt really all that unusual. Hed noticed in the past that most people tried to avoid Longbow. Its probably that grim expression of his, Red-Beard said to himself. Im sure hed be more popular if hed just learn how to smile now and then.
Chief Old-Bears lodge stood alone on a small hillock that looked down over the beach. Red-Beard thought that was very unusual. Most tribe-chiefs set up shop right in the center of the village, but Old-Bear seemed to want to be separate and alone.
He greeted Longbow rather formally, it seemed to Red-Beard, but different tribes have different customs.
How did things go in the Domain of Zelanas brother, my son? Old-Bear asked.
Longbow shrugged. It was a bit more complicated there than it was here, my Chief, he said, but things turned out quite well. It seems that we have a friend who can do things that Zelanas family cant, and she does them without the help of the Dreamers.
The old myths are true, then, the chief observed.
The old myths are true, then, the chief observed.
So it would seem, and she was using me as her spokesman. That got to be just a bit tiresome after a while, and it took me a while to catch up on my sleep.
Old-Bear looked a bit startled. I must have misunderstood the myth. Id always assumed that shed use one of the Dreamer-children to pass her commands on to the outlanders. What did she want you to tell our friends?
Her speech in my dreams was just a bit formal, my Chief, but it more or less boiled down to get out of the way. She knew what she was doing, and she didnt want us to interfere. We had two separate enemies, and they were very busy killing each other right up until she destroyed them both.
Fire or water?
She used water this time a lot of water. The creatures of the Wasteland wont be going south any more, because theres a large inland sea between them and Veltans Domain.
Chief Old-Bear laughed. I imagine that might have upset the Vlagh just a bit.
More than a bit, my chief, Longbow replied. We could hear her screaming from miles away.
Is there something happening that I should know about? Red-Beard asked curiously.
Its a very old story thats been handed down in our tribe for years and years, Longbow explained. It has to do with a crisis that lies off in the future and what well have to do to meet that crisis. There are some references to strangers in the myth probably Sorgan and Narasan and to some elemental forces fire, water, wind that sort of thing. The storys possibly been garbled just a bit over the years, but down at the bottom, it seems to be very close to what weve encountered so far.
Are there any hints about what we ought to be looking for up in the north or off to the east?
Nothing very specific, Longbow replied. Visions of one kind or another tend to get just a bit garbled as time goes by.
Do you think the outlanders will need our help if the creatures of the Wasteland attack the Domain of Zelanas older brother, my son? Old-Bear asked.
Probably not, my chief, Longbow replied. The Tonthakans are fairly good archers, and if the Maag smiths cast bronze arrowheads for them, they should be able to do what needs to be done. If things start getting out of hand, though, Ill send word to you. He paused. How is One-Who-Heals getting along? he asked.
Not too good, my son, Old-Bear replied. It would seem that age is one of the diseases that he cant heal.
Thats too bad, Longbow said. He is or was a very good teacher. Then he looked at Red-Beard. Ill be back in just a little while and then we can paddle on back to the Seagull and join our friends. Then he left Chief Old-Bears lodge.
Wheres he going? Red-Beard asked Longbows chief.
To visit Misty-Water, probably, Old Bear replied.
Oh, Red-Beard said. I dont think hes ever mentioned her to me or anybody else but some of the men in your tribe spoke of her on occasion. People who dont know about her dont understand Longbow, and he frightens them. Of course, sometimes he even frightens me.
He was not always like he is now, Red-Beard, Old-Bear said. The time will come, I think, when hell draw his bow with the Vlagh for his target.
I hope he doesnt miss when that day comes.
I wouldnt worry, Red-Beard, Old-Bear replied. Longbow never misses when he draws his bow.
Ive noticed that.
Im sure you have. Everybody whos ever met him notices that.