Now, the day that he was to set forth, at the very gate of the village,
a man walked up to him. "Remember me?" the other man asked.
2 "I do not know your name," answered Gray Goat, "but I remember you.
You are the Warlock I spoke to that first day, and was made to shame by
The Lords. I hope I am forgiven."
3 "My name," the young man continued, "is Singing Hawk, and a man does
not need to be forgiven when he speaks the truth! As you say, a young
man made a mistake. Now, he must carry that mistake, always. I have
come to you because my time of service is done. I am free! Lord, may I
follow you? May my feet fall in your footsteps?"
4 "I would rather," answered Gray Goat, "that they fall at my side! You
are welcome. Come with me! "
5 Now, Singing Hawk was the son of a rich man, and seemed to have
friends everywhere. In a pouch he carried letters of introduction from
his father. Whenever he needed money, he saw this man, or that, and
returned with a full purse. Never would he let Gray Goat pay for
anything when they traveled. Wherever they went he arranged quarters
and saw to all Gray Goat's needs like a servant.
6 Camp after camp they visited, some were in better condition than the
first, some were in worse.
7 At every village Gray Goat preached of The Lords anger. "These
atrocities," he said , "must not continue, or surely greater
catastrophes than have yet happened will fall on us! Turn from this
evil, raise against it! Let every eye be opened. Let not one evil be
done. Let there be an observer on every work gang, a watch on every
camp. Let those who do evil beware!"
8 Now, the Warlocks complained to The First Speaker,