Immediately telling my father and his workers
what I had seen. That is my second journey out of my body. Now, are you
pleased?"
59 "Not quite," said Swift Deer, "these fine clothes that these people
wore ...you have not said what they were made of. Was it linen or
cotton? What sort of fabric did these people make?"
60 "It was neither," explained The Hawk, "it was like nothing I had
ever seen before! It shone like glass. It was very thin, and, soft. It
was not cotton, nor was it linen. It was some secret THEY possessed,
that we do not know of."
61 "When will these people come to our land?" one of the others asked.
62 "That," explained The Hawk, "I do not know. The Spirit did not tell
me, and I have no way of guessing, but I believe it will be in my
lifetime; exactly when, I cannot say. Now, the sun grows low. It is
time to make camp. Return to your places, and from now on speak only in
Mukan. We have been careless today, talking in our own tongue." The
others nodded in agreement.
63 "Tomorrow," continued The Hawk, "we reach the first of the four
places where I expect an attack. From now on, no one wanders away from
the caravan for ANY reason, I don't care HOW PRESSING! Stay within
sight. Mukans are not as bashful as we are, about relieving themselves.
We have to act like them in every way. Now, to your places!"
64 Everyone hurried off, laughing about The Hawk's remarks, but knowing
full well he was deadly serious.