Do you sleep?" Warrior asked.
Hunter jerked and peered at his brother through the silvery gloom. "No, , I do not sleep."
Warrior spread his buffalo robe and sat down, bracing his arms on his bent knees. Contemplating the darkness, he said, "You are no longer one with us."
Something hard and cold turned over in Hunter's stomach. Was his turmoil so apparent? "I love the People, Warrior."
"I know that. But you are no longer one with us." Warrior toyed with the fringe on his moccasin. "Perhaps that is not a bad thing. The People will soon go the way of the wind." He sighed and grew pensive. "We're outnumbered, Hunter. Though we fight with all our strength, we'll never win. When the war between the ends, their soldiers will return and drive us back into the wastelands. Hundreds and hundreds will be killed, until only a few of us remain."
Hunter knew what Warrior said was true, but admitting it wasn't easy. "For now, Warrior, the People prevail."
"For now." Warrior swallowed and lowered his gaze. "I have great love for you, If you leave me, my heart will be laid upon the ground. But it is time that you fulfill the last part of the prophecy."
Hunter's mouth went dry. He fixed his attention on the stars. "Someone must preserve the ways of the People," Warrior rasped, "someone who will sing our songs and teach our ways. Unless you do that, all that we are will be lost. You must go get your woman and take her far away into the west lands where this war does not reach." Warrior's voice shook with emotion. "To a new place, Hunter. You know the words of the song.
Hunter jerked and peered at his brother through the silvery gloom. "No, , I do not sleep."
Warrior spread his buffalo robe and sat down, bracing his arms on his bent knees. Contemplating the darkness, he said, "You are no longer one with us."
Something hard and cold turned over in Hunter's stomach. Was his turmoil so apparent? "I love the People, Warrior."
"I know that. But you are no longer one with us." Warrior toyed with the fringe on his moccasin. "Perhaps that is not a bad thing. The People will soon go the way of the wind." He sighed and grew pensive. "We're outnumbered, Hunter. Though we fight with all our strength, we'll never win. When the war between the ends, their soldiers will return and drive us back into the wastelands. Hundreds and hundreds will be killed, until only a few of us remain."
Hunter knew what Warrior said was true, but admitting it wasn't easy. "For now, Warrior, the People prevail."
"For now." Warrior swallowed and lowered his gaze. "I have great love for you, If you leave me, my heart will be laid upon the ground. But it is time that you fulfill the last part of the prophecy."
Hunter's mouth went dry. He fixed his attention on the stars. "Someone must preserve the ways of the People," Warrior rasped, "someone who will sing our songs and teach our ways. Unless you do that, all that we are will be lost. You must go get your woman and take her far away into the west lands where this war does not reach." Warrior's voice shook with emotion. "To a new place, Hunter. You know the words of the song.
( Catherine Anderson )
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