on the ground, and he would tread upon their
backs. The Hawk thought this a barbaric custom but to the Zoans it was
the greatest expression of honor. For it was written, 'Better the great
man tread upon my back, than bruise his feet upon the ground.'
47 The sick came to him for blessings, and for the first time in his
life The Lords Power flowed through The Hawk. The blind were given
sight, the deaf heard, the crippled walked.
48 "Surely," cried The Zoans, surely Zorn has returned to us! He calls
The Power of Our Fathers, and does great wonders for
our people."
49 The Hawk continually assured them that it was not he that did these
things, but The Lords. The people simply bowed, acknowledged his words,
and kept on crying "Zorn! Zorn!"
50 The Hawk gave up. "If they wish to call The Lords Zorn, let them
call Them Zorn. The Lords are the same, no matter what name They are
using."
51 The Hawk returned home, but now a Zorn Priest accompanied him
wherever he went, noting his every word. "Oh, no!" moaned The Hawk,
"Not another Swift Deer!"
52 The Lady Hawk learned the Zoan language, brought back the Writings
and Teachings of Zorn, translated them into the language of The
Children of Spirit, that her mate's people might learn them.
53 As they lay in their bed one night, The Lady Hawk commented on what
she had been writing. "It amazes me how similar these Teachings are to
those of your Old Fox! Even the stories of Zorn's trips out of his body
are similar to yours. Do you suppose it COULD be true, my
husband?"
54 "Do I suppose WHAT could be true?” asked The Hawk.
55 "That The Old Fox may have been Zorn? That you may have been The Old
Fox?"