deep, and wait. The morning after you hear the
thunder of our mother giving birth, sail into the enemy's shore. They
will be yours."
44 Bold Fox awoke, took a pen, and wrote down all he had seen and heard.
45 "Surely, Lord," laughed a young Warlock, "you put too much emphasis
on a dream. These things cannot come to pass. How could the waters of
this great lake boil? There could never be a fire great enough to heat
THAT much water!"
46 "I do not understand," explained Bold Fox, "but I know The Dream has
meaning, and all that it has said will come to pass."
47 "If you say so, Lord," the man agreed, "I will prepare to move my
equipment and supplies. You ARE our Warlock, but I have my doubts."
48 Five days later a ship brought news. Almost half-way across the
lake, where there were shallows the water was boiling, bubbling like a
soup pot! Large rocks were popping up into the air like the cork out of
a wine bottle, and smoke was rising in thick clouds. The air reeked of
sulfur. The Warlocks looked at each other and then, at Bold Fox. "Order
the evacuation," he commented, "get our people to high ground. We set
sail immediately!"
49 Now, the people of the cities and villages were hesitant. They
thought this strange foolishness, but still, Bold Fox was known to be a
great Warlock and have The Lords Power. They would trust his judgment.
The fleet sat sail, and soon split into three flotillas and off the
coasts of Epon, El, and Lif. "We could be in much better striking
range," suggested the Captain of Bold Fox's ship, "if we went in to the
shallow water. We are almost a day's sailing away."
50 "No," insisted Bold Fox, "we wait here. This is what The Lords
commanded, this is what we do."
51 That night, just before midnight, they heard