122 The old man nodded. "I think I'm going to
like living among your people," he commented, "we're going to have to
learn some of your ways, but so far I like what I see. Come. Let us
bring out your flying thing and repair it. You must fly tomorrow."
123 He spoke to the others and they all departed, taking only The
Oneness' kits and weapons. "We will no longer need this bath house,"
the old man explained. "We have used it for the last time. Let their brothers come and find
them. Let THEM bury them. Until then, they can rot!"
124 While there was still light, Sleepy Crow found the damage to his
flier and repaired it. The villagers were eager to help. One of the men
marveled at the glass windows of the canopy. "Are they not dangerous?"
he asked.
125 "Perhaps," explained Sleepy Crow, "but you've got to see where
you're going, and it's hard with the wind and the dust blowing in your
face."
126 The man nodded in understanding. As the women carefully stitched
the tears in the fabric, Sleepy Crow stood back. "That's all we can
do," he announced. "With any luck I'll reach my people before they
return from their raids on the cities."
127 The Old Priestess came over. "When you fly," she warned, "beware
The Two Kings, for death waits there to snatch you from the sky."
128 Sleepy Crow smiled. "I will remember!" he agreed. "But now I must
have some sleep. I am weary from my wounds, and from all the
excitement. I'm also kind of hungry!"
129 "Our shame," cried The Old Chieftain, "is beyond bearing. How could
we forget your wounds? And we have not fed you! This is unforgivable!"
130 Yellow Thorn came up. "I should watch him, anyway," she commented.
"There is an extra bed in my