The Children of Spirit who would have had no
tents for the men at all.
All would have marched together, traveling to and fro in a
column. The children would not have been shunned by the adults, but
welcome.
30 The Hawk was sure his deception was
perfect. No
one would guess they were Children of The Lords. All weapons were
carefully hidden, save for those of the guards. As they marched along,
Swift Deer approached The Hawk. "There is no one about, Lord, for
miles," he announced. "Tell us again, about your journeys out of your
body!"
31 Of all The Hawk's fighting people,
Swift Deer was
The Hawk's closest friend. This son of Gray Deer and Mountain Glory
Turtle had grown to splendid manhood. Many times he had proven his
bravery against bandits both in the desert and on the village roads. He
was brave and cunning and The Hawk was glad to have him with him, but
his constant desire to have others tell him about The Lords Powers was sometimes annoying.
32 "You have heard those tales
a dozen times!"
Answered The Hawk. "Surely you tire of them by now!"
33 "Oh, never, Lord!" argued Swift Deer, "Nor, our companions, either.
They love to hear how you journeyed out of your body and the
things you saw and did! Come, Lord, tell us the tales again, we beg Of
you!"
34 "Yes, Lord!" begged some of
the others, "Yes! He is right!"
35 "Very well," agreed The Hawk, "if it
pleases you I will tell it again.
36 Now, the first time I was a little
over five
Seasons old, and my mother was extremely worried. My father had been
gone on a caravan, and was many days overdue. She feared evil had
befallen him. I laid down on some cushions in the common room and fell