outposts established, the land surveyed, broken
into plots, and ready for assignment. He also had hundreds of men
willing to take this land as their allotment.
139 The Hawk smiled. "I will permit this city," he agreed, "it is a
worthy project, and fits in well with the canals I plan, in Tr. But
there is one condition…. I will accept this city only if you are its
first City Speaker, and someone else we both know is its first City
Warlock. For I have grown very fond of that great man! And his efforts
on our behalf should be better rewarded than they are now!"
140 "Our thoughts," agreed Swift Deer, "run along the same lines! I
accept the post offered. I have drawn up a list of persons for other
positions. Would you like to read it and approve it?"
141 The Hawk simply took the list, marked it approved, signed it, and
affixed The Speaker's Seal. "Just one thing," continued The Hawk, "I've
read your latest work. It's flattering, as usual, but calling me the
greatest matchmaker in history was a little boastful, wasn't it?"
142 "I don't think so," Swift Deer argued.
143 He hurriedly departed out the door, but The Hawk followed him. "No
more books!" he cried, "Find other uses for your time!" Somehow he knew
his words fell on ears that wouldn't hear.
144 So it was Swift Deer marched back to Tr, and down the road to So.
It was a surprised Great Mountain that received him in The City
Warlock's office. "It is good to see you, old friend," the Giant cried
with a roar, lifting Swift Deer off the floor in a great hug.
145 "I know," he cried, "I know! Your people don't do that, but I
couldn't resist! Your friendship