disappeared, sparing the village. So they named
him Thundering Dove; "The Terrible Storm!""
43 "Be quiet, Jumping Toad" snapped Thundering Dove. "I am not a senior
Warlock, I am of the lowest grade and lead only a small troop."
44 "Only because," Jumping Toad argued, "there were so many good
Warlocks in our district that there was no room for promotions.
Everyone knows your ability but they also know your shyness about
giving men older than you orders."
45 "One must respect his elders," insisted Thundering Dove.
46 "This is all well and good," put in Dancing Crow, "but you must
accompany me now. The First Speaker and The Council await your
presence."
47 "I can't go with you!" argued Thundering Dove. "The rest of my men are already hours ahead of us. I must go
after them."
48 "This Warlock of The Speaker's Guard will take your place," insisted
Dancing Crow. "You must accompany me to the coast at once, where our
boat is waiting.
49 There is no more time for discussion. The First Speaker and The
Council await you! I have the authority to order you, but I prefer you
follow me of your own accord."
50 "Very well," agreed Thundering Dove, "I'll come with you. But this
is all a mistake."
51 So it was they returned to Northern. The First Speaker and his
Council questioned this young man for hours. He was a strong believer
and had a great knowledge of military history. He had some strange
ideas in tactics both in defense and attack.
52 One of his greatest questioners was Sorrowful Fox. Once himself a
great Warlock, now a respected Councilman, the falling ox cart that had
broken this