Cry of the Eagle Spirits, Vol. II; The Chronicles of Heaven's War, Book VI

By Ava D. Dohn

Noahashonie angrily cried out to Sodasonie, “Was the murder of my husband and my rape not enough to satisfy your bloodlust, so that now I must seek a way to bed this man who stole my soul from me?! And for what... to deliver another bastard seed of Azazel into this world so Atlantis can rise again?” She cursed, “Then shall the souls of both Heaven and Earth be cast into the coming darkness!”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ava D. Dohn
• Release date: Jul 17, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463219706

Ava D. Dohn

From the editor..."The Chronicles of Heaven's War" is a series, with eight books available on Smashwords: "Book I, Sisters of the Bloodwind"; "Book II, Burning Phoenix"; "Book III, Blood Moon Rising"; "Book IV, Hell Above the Skies"; Book V, Ghosts of Lagandow"; "Cry of the Eagle Spirits, Vol. I, The Chronicles of Heaven's War, Book VI"; "Cry of the Eagle Spirits, Vol. II, The Chronicles of Heaven's War, Book VI"; and "Cry of the Eagle Spirits, Vol. III, The Chronicles of Heaven's War, Book VI".Why write “The Chronicles of Heaven’s War”? People through the ages have struggled to survive wars, famines, violence, racial divisions, slavery, evil rulers...the list goes on and on. Why?For every generation of men and women, no matter where on this planet, people have wondered and dreamed of peace and a decent life, talked about it, written about it, searched for it. Who is behind the scenes causing all of this misery? Is there anyone fighting to stop them? And is there any hope for a better life to be had?In 2002, Ava started writing the Chronicles. I know because I was there. At the outset of Book I, the dedication reads, ‘This book is dedicated to the silent sentinels who have sacrificed everything for us, the unknowing and uncaring, so that we may have a hope of a better future. Without their assistance and protection, I doubt any freedom would still exist for mankind to enjoy.’"The Chronicles of Heaven's War" is a labor of love for us both. There has only been Ava writing the Chronicles with me as the editor/proof reader, also bringing these out as ebooks and the first two books in paperback. The two of us have spent countless hours for years reading these books together, making adjustments and changes. We have no formal training or experience...just a desire to share this with all of you.And it continues, with one more volume of "Cry of the Eagle Spirits" to follow. We look forward to bringing this to you to enjoy. Thank you.* * *About the author...Ava Dohn is a man of many interests and talents.Growing up, the American Civil War fascinated him...the men, the battles, courage and conviction on both sides. Eventually he would walk the battlefields and imagine the slaughter and loss of life. Even as a young boy, he played at war in the fields near his home.From a young age, he poured over ancient and modern history, pondering mankind's past. Ava also has a keen interest in other dimensions, who might live there and how they've influenced people through the ages.Talents? He loves machines, tinkers with them, marvels at what people have made. His work skills include tool & die and a degree in electrical engineering. A thirst to know about the natural world drives him to absorb all the knowledge he can and try out ways people in the past worked and lived, learning their survival techniques.Above all is his ability to set down this amazing saga of "The Chronicles of Heaven's War". His love of people combined with a desire to share what pours forth from his heart and mind has led to seven books detailing a possible alternate history with profound implications for humanity. And there are more to come...Remarkable man, intriguing story...And from Ava, himself...It is a customary thing to write a short soliloquy of rhapsodic prose regarding an author of words who has put pen to paper and written down by a hand not self-made and from a brain not understood, a tale of suspense or intrigue that the reader finds titillating to his or her senses. Credit is then taken by the author for the seemingly random charges of chemical and electrical energy that make those thought processes possible and that have then been woven into a tapestry of verbal music that plays upon the hearts and minds of those who open their eyes to see into the world of the author's mind.Ava is no such author. "Take the tools you have been given and share your works with the world of men." This is a motto of one who writes from the heart, one wishing to share the emotion felt, to give the reader pause to see beyond the ordinary into a world that may or may not exist in reality, but most certainly does in the heart and soul of any and all who believe there exists something greater than the frail human body. To dream and help others dream of a world beyond their own, to share the life and love of those who might possibly reside there, to help them see that they do not journey upon the secluded path alone...that is the goal of this author.

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Cry of the Eagle Spirits

Volume II

The Chronicles of Heaven’s War

Book VI

Ava D. Dohn

Copyright 2017

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Table of Contents:

Section 31: Ghost Heaven

Section 32: Breathe in the Dragons

Section 33: Behold the Beast

Section 34: Birthing the Secret Nations

Section 35: Shall All the Children Cry

Section 31

Ghost Heaven

Rae stood upon the heaving deck, grasping the mast to maintain his balance while shouting to men struggling with the oars, Keep her into wind! It’s but a squall and we’ll soon be through it! The stout Kittim ship groaned reluctantly as oarsmen forced the vessel about and into the wind, the carved dragon head with opened-fanged mouth mounted high off the bow’s stem, its flaming red eyes staring defiantly into the tempest. Rae glanced up to see the Thomasine banner whipping in the wind, grinning, thinking how proud his father would be, seeing him bravely mustering his crew in this storm. A sudden scream coming from afore the mast inside a hastily constructed cabin of leather and hides startled the boy. Keep her steady! Ease her into the waves! Rae cried. The bowman began calling cadence, the oarsmen quickly picking up the beat and singing it back to him.

Another scream rent the air followed by another, and then rapidly by several more. Rain pelting his face, BondaBoor stepped from the enclosure onto the opened deck. HuushBonn reached out to greet the man just as the ship pitched to its side, BondaBoor catching the old Dragon before the man fell. Regaining his footing, he asked, worried, How does our girl fare? Do we have need for concern?

Grasping a lashing to keep his balance, BondaBoor shouted against the wind, rain driving hard upon his face, The child is tough. She’ll live, I believe. This storm doesn’t help. We had to tie her down to keep her from being knocked about. I think she’s scared more than may be…didn’t believe birthing a baby could be such an ordeal, especially for someone so young.

HuushBonn grinned, patting BondaBoor on the shoulder. It teaches her a lesson, it does…the storm, I mean. Iam’s like that. Makes you feel all important and then humbles you to teach you your place. Good lessons for later days when our queen leads armies into death and chaos.

Noahashonie unleashed another moaning cry as she dug her fingernails into Swalhawena’s arm. Oh, for my rape! Give it please to me instead of this torment!

The ship suddenly pitched, sending Swalhawena sprawling across the deck boards. If not for the ropes tied around Noah under her arms so that she was secured to the upright main post, she would have toppled over, too. Dresden clutched hard on a forestay, managing to remain sitting on her knees in front of Noah’s spread legs. Looking up at her charge, she grinned, I see its head. One more push is all it will take…one more good push. Noah could do little more than obey, her contractions erupting without control as she released another pitiable scream. Then she fell silent.

BondaBoor and HuushBonn leaned toward the door flap of the cabin, listening, staring into each other’s eyes as rain washed down their faces. An eternity seemed to pass before the men heard the hearty bawling of a healthy, newborn child. BondaBoor slapped HuushBonn on the shoulder, laughing, We did it! We did it!

HuushBonn frowned, What of the girl? Has she fared well this ordeal?

When the baby’s crying abruptly stopped, both men looked anxiously toward the cabin, worried. At that instant, Dresden pulled the door flap open, beaming, grinning from ear to ear. It is a girl as promised by the white-haired mistress. ‘Hyhoset’…‘HyhosetHoshoniSodasonie’ is the child’s name. Do you wish to see our new maiden princess and her mother fair?

Both men excitedly accepted Dresden’s invitation and hurried through the opening into the tiny cabin. With wondering eyes, they saw Noah holding her newborn infant close, nursing at her breast, Swalhawena doting over both of them, a giant, purple bruise shining on her forehead. Noah looked up, smiling weakly. My baby! she exclaimed with halted breath. My baby…Javan’s baby!

BondaBoor wiggled his way past Dresden and the other midwife until he could look down on mother and daughter. Swalhawena reached over, squeezing his arm, her eyes reflecting the girl’s excitement. My Lord BondaBoor, see our baby! Our baby!

BondaBoor took Swalhawena’s hand, silently nodding agreement. Since the company’s journey over the mountains and boarding this ship to cross the Great Northern Sea, everyone had taken to Noah, she becoming their sister, wife, lover, companion and ward. It mattered little which disposition was chosen. Already the tribes and clans had accepted the young woman as their unquestioned leader, reports of the Lady’s declaration having spread quickly across the land. Those stories were only enhanced by rumors that Noah’s unborn was to be a slayer of demons, greatest of all the Daughter Dragons because Iam said it was to be.

Yes, she is so beautiful! BondaBoor exclaimed. He kissed Swalhawena on the cheek. And you’ve been such a loyal companion to our queen. He kissed Noah on the forehead, whispering endearments to her, then moved aside as best he could so HuushBonn could offer congratulations.

Pushing open the flap and stepping out of the cabin, BondaBoor was surprised to see the morning sun peeking through breaking clouds. The wind was abating, the rains ended, and the waves diminishing. He shouted to Rae that Noah had given birth and he should come see her. Rae yipped with joy, calling the helmsman to stand his post. In moments, the boy was squirreled away in the cabin, snuggled up close to Noah and Hyhoset.

Looking around, BondaBoor could see dozens of scattered ships similar in design to his slowly turning about and returning to their northeast course. He shook his head in wonder. The storm had arrived suddenly, just before Noah went into labor and as soon as Hyhoset was born, it subsided. Was it only by chance that this had happened, or did Iam send the hurried squall as a future sign? If so, was it as a good omen, or possibly for ill was it sent? He would make sure to ask HuushBonn when time permitted. For the moment, everything felt good. They had suffered little damage if any, and it appeared that the other ships had fared no worse. Mother and child were well and…and everything just felt right.

By late afternoon, Noah was up and about, carrying Hyhoset around with the pride that only a young mother could manage. With the ship now under full sail, there was little for the crew to do but celebrate with their queen over the birth of her child...Javan’s child. Each and every man and woman just had to come close and offer a blessing and give a small token gift to Hyhoset, treasures that Noah carefully preserved in a cedar chest for the child, remembering the face and name of each giver. As signalmen alerted the other ships, Rae would sail over to within hailing distance so that Noah could show off her newborn to passengers and crew. It was well into the evening before mother and child were able to crawl back into the cabin and curl up for a long-needed sleep.

The sun rose in a clear, cloudless sky with a warm, southwest breeze filling the ship’s giant, square sail. Rae had climbed high up to the crosstree to have a look about, really just enjoy the beginning of a pleasant day only in the way young men can. Standing high above the world with such a commanding view, he took stock of the accompanying fleet. From his perch could be seen at least sixty longships, each with a complement of fifty to one hundred men and women, warriors one and all. There was a smattering of young ones, a few aged - elders mostly - some livestock and an occasional horse or two. It was a grand sight to behold, indeed, and this fleet was only the vanguard of the host following them.

Rae grinned in satisfaction, knowing that this flotilla was gathered here in league with its new queen, loyal to a person. With them were Javan’s Templars and others of and loyal to Javan’s house, each one having offered up life and fortune to Noah and her cause. Others from the houses and clans of Tomassie, Kittim, and BondaBoor’s Riphath filled the ships. Indeed, some one hundred of BondaBoor’s bravest warriors accompanied him in this leading wave.

On seas off to the west, waiting to board harbored vessels, were countless thousands of other loyal ones setting course for the same destination as Noah’s contingent. Hundreds of Phoenician tall ships loaded to the gunnels with people and supplies were slowly making their way east. Aboard these was a myriad of cavalry riders and their mounts, those very same ones who defeated Pharaoh AnahNakaNoah’s cavalry in the battles along the Bantoowazzi River. With them were multitudes of other ardent souls, willing to take up sword and spear to rid the eastern lands of the evil peoples condemned to extinction because of their wickedness. Indeed, so vast was the company seeking the eastern lands, the number of ships available was dismally inadequate, requiring several return voyages by these same ships and crews to rescue people. It would take another two shipping seasons to accomplish their task.

For the numerous refugees stranded upon the shores, awaiting transportation, life was not too unpleasant. Tent cities sprang up all along the northern coast. Wild herds of bison and antelope drifted down from the western mountains, filling the land. Forests and valley plains erupted, overflowing with grains, fruits, and nuts, and the locals were as courteous and generous as could be. This crowd, too numerous to count, lived out their waiting days in peace, their sworn enemy, Dungie, busy far to the south, slaughtering the Nubian population unable to escape his wrath.

It was not that the Nubians were unaware of Dungie’s intentions. Juufet and Kontin had hurried back to their homes in the Southlands. They warned their brother clansmen to flee, telling them about the treachery of the Hormaxians and plans to have Dungie’s armies exterminate the children of Nubia for their forefather’s revolt against Hormax and his supposed murdering of two of Hormax’ sons. A few thousand had believed the boys and acted on their counsel. Long ago had their tiny rafts and boats departed the western lands for the isles of Cush. By the time the remainder of the Nubian population realized the truth of the matter, Dungie had convinced Atlanticia’s newly established king, Narduke, to send his fleets down along the eastern coast of the Southlands, blocking escape. His goal was the genocide of an entire race of innocent people.

Looking down from his perch, Rae caught sight of Noah and her baby, accompanied by Swalhawena holding Meric. He hurriedly slid down a halyard to the deck, offering them his warm hellos. Noah grinned and kissed Rae on the cheek. My Prince, she cooed, a child of my king I carry in my arms and suckle at my breasts. She winked. But so much more elixir I have than meets her needs. Should my Prince find delight in satisfying a thirsty palate, well… she giggled.

Swalhawena harrumphed, frowning, My Lady has promised her servant girl a taste or two. Do not give away the larder and leave this child thirsty! She then looked into Rae’s eyes, motioning toward Meric. One day…one day I expect you to gift me with such a treasure. Then my milk you shall also drink to your satisfaction.

Rae stepped back in delighted surprise, having been caught off guard by Swalhawena’s declaration. True, the girl was beginning to take on a womanly form...just beginning to. She was often present in his company for little or no reason, he having not noticed or considered the girl’s desires. He tipped his head, replying, If it is what will pleasure my maiden lady at that time, then I shall dutifully obey. Looking toward the bow of the ship, Rae cautiously asked, BondaBoor is very fond of you and you of him. When your day of betrothal arrives, shouldn’t he be the man to give your heart to?

Swalhawena argued to the contrary, No betrothal shall this child ever seek! A free woman I have become by the very mouth of my queen and a free woman I will remain. Now, as for BondaBoor, I may choose to give him my virgin gift as a reward for his loving kindness and protection. But, for my first child, it is your bed I shall seek out to accomplish that.

Rae blushed, We will have to see. You may well change your mind by that time, having found a much more charming suitor to satisfy your desires.

Swalhawena shook her head. My queen was as young as I when she chose her husband, and a fine man he was, too. I am almost a grown woman, with no father or mother to choose for me, and my queen has already granted my request. She glanced over her shoulder at BondaBoor. It is six days before we set foot in our new world. In celebration of that event, I am taking that man into my tent to gift him as I have said, and to learn the arts in the ways of pleasing a man. When my days of celebration are finished and my time of fertility arrives, your tent I shall enter into, and my reward from you I am to receive."

Noah spoke up, looking at Rae. I do expect you to warm her heart as you do mine, to teach her through a man’s love the things I’ve shared with her through a woman’s. Dancing Stones taught me well the arts of a woman, and I have shared with you some of that hidden knowledge. It will soon be your time to share it with my sister here. Please do it for me, for us.

Rae bowed his head, addressing Swalhawena. If it is the will of my queen and yours, then I shall give to you whatever I have to offer.

Swalhawena took Rae’s hand, kissing him on the lips. My Lord, she whispered, you will not regret this.

A distant cry of seagulls drew everyone’s attention. TyreHiramTomassie, the navigator and first cousin to EricTomassie, called over to Rae, The isles of Ruuak lie but a day or two to the north. Before nightfall, we must be turning east to avoid the Ice Sea. The birds tell us that fair weather lies ahead, promising us a pleasant journey.

About this time, Dresden appeared with a wrapped oilcloth containing dried fruits and meats for her husband. The woman requested to take Meric after delivering her foodstuffs. I’m full to dripping and a bit uncomfortable. I need the boy to give me some relief. Then looking into Swalhawena’s anxious eyes, she added, If you’d care to aid in easing my discomfort, it would be appreciated. My own little one has assisted me a bit, but it is not enough.

Swalhawena grinned hungrily, I would! I would! So sweet is your milk and warm your embrace. So much like my mother was, you are. When with you, I don’t miss her so much.

The sun climbed higher into the sky as the fleet of longships continued on to the northeast. No longer were these a people fleeing a world that was soon to end. They were now become the warrior-hunters, an aggressor nation about to set foot in a new land that was to be conquered. Little did they comprehend at the time just how greatly they would change that new and strange land. Cities, rivers, nations and peoples would eventually carry so many of the names these invaders were to deliver upon this world. Their words passed on in their stories and songs would be remembered down into the final days and beyond, their passionate thirst for freedom eventually giving rise to a new world power.

* * *

Tuosolmerica handed a steaming mug of tea to Odethbethel and quickly sat down across from her at the table. Hefting her own cup of brew to savor its intoxicating aroma, she mused, The mint comes early this year and in great abundance. Along with the vast amounts of dried onions and wild leeks, we will soon have several carts filled with foods for delivery to the mountain caves for storage.

Odethbethel frowned, asking, Do you think it wise to ignore the counsel of HuushBonn and other visionary Dragons who speak as one regarding the fate of this land? It has been said that our mother, Aphrodite, herself warned Pharaoh TitanAmactony to prepare for seven years of tribulation that would consume the entire Earth. And the words our sister, Dancing Stones, spoken to you in this very city, in this very house, were that but seven more years would pass before all things in this land were to come to a finish.

Tuosol placed her tea on the table, peering down into the cup, answering sadly, I am the eldest living child of my order. Oh yes, our mother, Aphrodite, still lives and even walks among us, but she has disavowed leadership over the Dragons, saying to a greater order she has been delivered. So it is I who must take up the commanding staff until our days are finished. I must make the final decision as to heeding the Dragons’ counsel.

She glanced over at JulietDalmatia who had been silently listening to the women’s conversation and then back at Odethbethel. My very name was a prophetic saying, my grandfather giving it to me, calling me ‘a child of future days’. Tuosol…‘bringer of good gifts, saver of multitudes’…that is what my name means in the old tongue, Noah’s tongue. So it is, or so it has come to be. I believe more than a healer of flesh am I to become, but a preserver of it as well.

Staring at the door as if seeing beyond the oaken planks, into the city and hills beyond and the multitude of peoples dwelling therein, Tuosol sighed, resigned, "There has been no word from Iam commanding us to leave this land, only the warning of doom coming upon it. Shall the coming destruction be like that of our father’s flood? That I do not know, but I do not believe it to be so.

"Yes, great will the coming tribulation be and like the sands of the sea will be those who do not survive it, but I do trust our father’s words when, in speech and vision, Iam swore an oath regarding the future of our world. For Iam spoke to our father, Noah, promising eternal plantings and harvests, that summer and winter would never cease. I see that even the fire and rage saved up for the ending destruction not to be as great as the Deluge of our father’s day. Dancing Stones spoke of blood being saved, a seed, and many other strange and wonderful things regarding future days that she had seen in vision. She spoke of the Lady, the hidden lands of Eden, and the wonderful machines and devices used to preserve life…make life new…but not global destruction.

No, she shook her head as if declaring any other statement to be false, I believe that Iam is the Preserver of life and wishes his children to be the same. The coming tribulation will be waged against a culture, a demonic kingdom, in order to stave off the coming day of wickedness. It buys us time. Death and destruction of individuals will be at the hand of chance. The wise who prepare for that day may well survive it, here or in some distant land. I must remain here to help give wisdom to those unable or unwilling to leave, in hopes of living up to my name.

Odethbethel placed a hand over Tuosol’s. For my part, I shall remain with you as long as I may. I am thankful that I still live, although when TromPaxies repaired my rupture so that I didn’t die, I was so dismayed. She looked at Juliet, smiling, Your man, Chuphoe Tobanahazz, has done so much to refresh my spirit. As a sister-wife, he has taken me into his house, satisfying every desire of my heart. He has made me want to live again.

Juliet grinned, Chuphoe is not my man. I am his little servant girl, his alone for as long as he wants me. True, he parades me about on his arm in the open, but you he loves in the shadows of the night, because of you being the wife of Dungie. I do believe the words Dungie spoke to Chuphoe regarding you and his other wives he left remain at Castle Dodanim ring with truth. Indeed, the practice of having a surrogate tend to the needs of one’s wives is commonly practiced by the chieftains in the Western lands. It is done to help keep strangers out their beds, or so I’ve been told.

Tuosol agreed. Yes, a common practice it is, especially where our womenfolk are losing their freedom. More and more, I see the men of this world enslaving our kind, oppressing us so that we become little more than slaves in our own homes. Chuphoe’s people are much that way, the practices of Babylon and Egypt having infected even the righteous of that world. I am pleased to see that the man has taken to our ways so well. He is a good man, better than many of our own blood.

She leaned forward, waving a finger high. A runner arrived here from the Northlands this very day. Cothath and SchroGarthTho will be arriving soon, leading their kinsmen from Missisaugwah as well as several neighboring clans off to the north, down the Southern Pike, finally turning east toward Atlanticia, there to take ships to the isles of Cush, at least for most in the company. SchroGarthTho is taking Zambiadoo, Noahashonie’s mother, along with his other children and their families, and is going to take to the eastern mountain highway when they arrive at the crossroads at GrayBold. They plan to join up with SusannahKiabottam and LumdonDuridshemion who are trekking east with their kindred from the western Mozerathas clans and journeying into the eastern lands to join up with Noah and BondaBoor. The woman grinned in anticipation. When their company reaches GrayBold, SchroGarthTho and Cothath are cutting west, taking the hill road to Ausalmerica to gain news from the Talking Stones at Magog and to pay us a farewell visit.

Juliet was thrilled. It had been several months since EpiphanOida’s funeral burning and Juliet’s returning to Castle Dodanim. Since that time, she had been busy assisting Chuphoe with his duties at the king’s house in the city and tending to the mothering of ‘Star’ and ‘Jewel’, names given to the two girls Chuphoe had purchased from the slave owner. Strange had been the language of the children and little of the common tongue did they understand, so he gave them names precious to his own heart.

At the end of the last new moon celebration, Odethbethel had desired to make her way south to Ausalmerica for a visit. Juliet and her two companions were invited to accompany her, Chuphoe sending a dozen of his trusted guards along with them. Since her return from ObebBailSoar, Juliet had not discussed any of the events leading up to Noahashonie’s escape, Chuphoe warning the woman that walls have ears, for there were many people remaining in the city loyal to Dungie. Here in Tuosol’s house, she was able to speak freely, fearing no traitors. It will be so good to see them again! I’ve wondered how things were in the land of the north, having heard nothing since before the winter melt.

Tuosol warned, They have a long journey yet to go. Their time here will be short, just long enough to reconnect with the outside world, and then they will be off again. Getting up from the table, she went over to the fire pit, stirring bubbling stew in a pot hanging over the blaze. King Narduke has opened the treasure house of Atlanticia to any who wish to depart this land, offering free passage across the Eastern Sea to distant isles. Now is the time to take advantage of his generosity, for I fear that southern door may soon close. Dungie gains in glory with each passing day. Every victory brings him a greater following. It has been rumored that Pharaoh AnahNakaNoah has been driven up into the western mountains, surrounded by Dungie’s armies. Now it’s just a matter of time…

Turning about, a dripping ladle in her hand, Tuosol lamented, When Dungie wraps things up in the south, he’ll make his triumphant return, but I doubt it will be to Castle Dodanim. No, I believe he will set his sights on Atlanticia. I’m not saying he’ll attempt a coup on Narduke, but he may not need to do that. Narduke’s wife, Queen Nidgha, has taken quite a liking to Dungie, openly flaunting her relationship with him. Narduke thinks it assures his power over the boy, but I think the opposite, especially with Dungie’s Hormaxian allies. Least case, he will make sure the roads south of Ogallala are closed to those seeking escape from this land.

Juliet asked, What of Baalath? Will Dungie risk his wrath and that of his people?

Tuosol gazed off toward the south as though seeing the broad valleys and rolling hills opening onto the wide Megiddo plain with the sluggish Bantoowazzi River meandering eastward. Baalath is a Dodanimian as well as are most of the inhabitants of Ogallala and its surrounding districts. His loyalty is to the house of Dodanim, which includes Javan’s son, Dungie. Indeed, over one hundred of Ogallala’s guard marched off with the army when it journeyed south in early spring. She turned back to the others, confiding, He will never betray the Dragons, nor do I believe would he permit the murder and destruction of innocent people. Yet if Dungie were to close the roads to Atlanticia for those wishing escape from these lands, Baalath would not force the issue as long as other means of escape remained. Besides, Baalath’s military strength is not great, especially since the raid on Ogallala as well as the large number of his people who have already passed over the mountains for the eastern lands.

Odethbethel agreed. Yes, now is the time to leave this land if a person wishes to make their way across the Eastern Sea to Egypt and the lands beyond or go south to the isles of Cush. The Straits of Hermanum open into the Shemion Sea, offering a direct water route to Egypt. They then can journey south to the lands of Cush or, if one wishes, they can disembark the ships at Sidon, taking the northern trade routes past the land of our forefather, Noah, and far into the east. As for those following our sister, Noahashonie, I believe Dungie will not bother to close those roads or attempt to prevent a crossing to the east. Yes, the roads going east over the mountains that are north of Ogallala should remain open, and… and as long as that remains so, Baalath will not interfere should Dungie close the southern roads leading to Atlanticia.

Juliet was confused. But Baalath is one of the Haudenosaunez. Why would he remain loyal to a man the likes of Dungie, the very murderer of his own father, Javan?

Resting her hands on the table, Tuosol answered, Baalath plays with wisdom. Should…or when Dungie closes the southern roads to Atlanticia to those seeking escape from these lands, he may well reach out to Baalath for him to block passage through Ogallala to the roads south of the city. Better it will be for the people to face Baalath and his soldiers than to be confronted by Dungie’s Holy Knights along with the ruthless priests of Hormax. Yet that is only one reason. Consider, too, that the people of Ogallala are small in number. If they resisted Dungie, it might lead to war and their slaughter. Do you believe the survivors of Dungie’s rage would fare any better than at the hands of AnahNakaNoah’s henchmen before? No, sad would be that people’s lot, and Baalath knows it.

Returning to stirring the stew, Tuosol added, Besides, not one of the Haudenosaunez has been given a mission from Iam except for our sister, Noah. For the remainder of us, we wait. Baalath is not a Dragon, not being bound by the rules of our order. She glanced at Odethbethel. Yet even the Dragons will play the game when it is necessary to do so, especially when it is to save lives. As I said, Baalath will never betray the Order or those who support it, but he will play the part of loyal servant of the king to the limit. It is what is best for the people…best for us also.

Juliet puzzled. How does it serve us as well?

Tuosol leaned forward, staring into Juliet’s face. My dear child, it is true that Dungie is in fear of me and would personally avoid confronting the chief of the Dragon Order, his last experience sufficient to convince him of the possible danger should he attempt another encounter. Still, the man was not humbled at that time, his desire for revenge dancing in his eyes as I glared down at him. If he could manage a little innocent bloodletting to restore his ego, well… Baalath’s presence in Ogallala off to the south provides Dungie with an ego-builder without risking his, um, manhood, so to speak.

She sat down, explaining further, He can brag that even a chieftain who attended Dancing Stones’ memorial remains loyal to him, thus acknowledging the boy as the true king of Dodanim. Then, if Baalath obediently blocks the roads leading south from Ogallala, Dungie will feel no need to station his own people along the highway, feeling secure regarding any threat from the north. He will also be able to boast that the Dragons must be in fear of him, otherwise they would attempt to break the blockade of the roadway. Let him boast. She smiled with relieved satisfaction. For us, we can sleep at night, confident that no raiders will sweep up the southern roads to harass the local inhabitants, Baalath serving as our protective guard and warning herald.

The three women went on chatting about more mundane matters. Visitors came and went, and the day quickly passed into night. Tiny fireflies lit up the restful evening darkness as the women quietly slept in forgetful dreams. Ausalmerica was peaceful as was the countryside all about. War was far away, food was aplenty, the weather sublime, and… and things just felt pleasant and secure. Long would Tuosol remember those carefree summer days spent with these close companions, those memories comforting her during the long, dark, cold future years.

* * *

General TusuiHisop slowly made his way up the shadowy cobblestone path toward the opaque darkness of an arched passage leading into the walled courtyard of an ancient citadel. A robed figure silently stood far below, eyes peering out from under a hood, intently watching the general as he disappeared into the blackness of the night. Through smiling lips, the person sighed, satisfied, He will do just fine…just fine.

So you say it is the one thing I must do to regain the favor of the priests of Horus? Just this one thing? AnahNakaNoah sat back in his chair, placing his half-empty wine goblet on the table as he pondered the offer.

Yes, my Holy King, that is what the high priest, ZaphipheRa, said it would take to return Lord Samyaza’s blessing to you. The priest has told me that Samyaza has found no delight in this Dodanimian who pollutes these lands with the blood of Javan. General TusuiHisop sourly commented, Even now, I am told that the northern filth are taking women of this land to make bastard half-breeds to corrupt our pure world, and some have even taken to tearing down the altars of Hormax and slaughtering the sacred bulls to feast upon!

He stepped forward, refilling the pharaoh’s goblet, continuing to speak as he did. The alliance King Dungie has forged is collapsing, thanks to rumors being spread by the priests of Horus who are tired of the boy’s callous attitude regarding the sacred worship of our god-king, Samyaza, they fearing his wrath if he finds too few hearts have been offered up for his appeasement. It is said that Samyaza fondly remembers your willing, faithful obedience and regrets his long absence resulting in your sorry state. ZaphipheRa tells me that Samyaza has returned and is waiting to deliver his military forces to you as soon as may be. General TusuiHisop stepped back. But, the priest warned me that all the Nubians in your camp must be slaughtered on the high places before the sun lives twice more in the sky. This includes all the men, women and little ones to the third generation that are among us in the city.

AnahNakaNoah sat up, moaning in dismay, My wife, Zambellua, is granddaughter to Chief SowallaHoole, headman over one of the southern tribes of Nubia, and I have two little daughters by her. If I should follow Samyaza’s command, even my own wife and children I would have to put to death on the high places!

General TusuiHisop sadly agreed, expressing his personal plight. My Lord and King, JuuBandie, my second wife, is also of Nubian blood as well as the little male child she bore me just two months ago. He sat down beside AnahNakaNoah, reaching out and resting a hand on the pharaoh’s forearm, sighing with remorse, There are times when leaders must make the ultimate sacrifice for the benefit of the people. ZaphipheRa has promised us Samyaza’s support should we do this one little thing for him. After all, it is no secret the hatred the sons of Hormax harbor for the sons of Nubia and the oaths they took to bring down his flesh and that of his children after his murdering rampage upon their brothers. We both knew this day would eventually come. But now we can use that day for our own salvation and that of our people…the true sons of Ham and Shem.

Closing his eyes in sadness, AnahNakaNoah regretfully agreed. Ah, the things a ruler must do for his people... What good would it be to protect the few only to see the many dashed upon the stones when Dungie’s army overruns the city? Better that those already assigned to death should be used to rescue the vast, innocent host. He tipped his goblet high, draining down the last of the bitter wine. Standing quickly, he ordered the general to be about the business at hand. Tomorrow we shall call the people together for a great sacrifice to Horus. Tonight, send out your soldiers to gather those for the sacrifice. Do not allow one to escape this fate. Zambellua shall be the first of those to appease Samyaza, her children to follow, then your wife, JuuBandie, and her child. We will do this to please the gods and receive their blessing.

Crimson shadows of the setting sun cast their eerie rays upon hundreds of bodies thrown from walls of AnahNakaNoah’s fortress mountain city. Thick, gray smoke drifted heavenward as the last of the sacrificial victims’ hearts were placed upon the sacred altars. All day, drums beat to the chanting of the people watching from far below the high places where priests of Horus celebrated in the blood festival of death to the glory of their god-king. In the courtyard, between the high towers, men still danced in a drugged frenzy, whipping and slashing themselves into bloody unconsciousness, even as far as death.

When darkness shrouded their world and crowds dispersed for quieter places, AnahNakaNoah and General TusuiHisop retired to Pharaoh’s private chambers to escape the night and find relief from a tempestuous day. After consuming generous portions of new wine, AnahNakaNoah leaned back in his royal chair, toying with a wilted flower tied up in a ribbon, bemoaning, Oh, my Zambellua, will I ever find a sweeter one than you? Your love was like a breath of summer ocean breeze, your breasts more delightful than a prancing gazelle, your thighs bejeweled flowers of enchanting hyssop, your lips…your lips… A tear ran down his cheek as he reminisced about the previous evening.

After leaving General TusuiHisop, he had called for his wife, Zambellua, to join him in his private bedchambers for one last passionate interlude of abandon to enjoy the sensual delights of a woman skilled in all the loving arts, Zambellua never knowing her coming fate until the guards took her away in the early morning light. Lifting his chalice high, the pharaoh offered a drink to her memory. Never shall I find another lover the likes of her.

While refilling AnahNakaNoah’s goblet with more spiced wine, TusuiHisop attempted to soothe the pharaoh’s troubled mind. My Lord should not have regret over this matter. For your part, all that High Priest ZaphipheRa has informed me you should do has been accomplished. For you, I suggest you go to your rest in peace. Entwine your dreams with the love of Zambellua, whose perfume still lingers upon your bed.

Yawning, AnahNakaNoah agreed about his need for rest, and then stood, stretching. Yes, yes, I must be wide awake for the morrow. You say my work is finished? Good. I look forward to my meeting with ZaphipheRa as he has promised. You say that your company has been requested there as well?

General TusuiHisop smiled, bowing slightly. As you have said, together you and I will join in company with the high priest to discuss future plans. He made it clear that we come together. Your work is finished. It is time for you to receive your fitting reward.

AnahNakaNoah yawned again, shaking a hand to tell the general he wished for no more wine. To my bed, I shall retire. It has been a long day and I have great need for sleep. Can I expect your arrival early?

General TusuiHisop smiled, tipping his head in salute. I will personally see to your wellbeing. Trust me, High Priest ZaphipheRa will not be disappointed with our arrival.

After AnahNakaNoah retired to his bedchamber, General TusuiHisop sat down at the table, pouring the remainder of the spiced wine onto the floor, speaking quietly, but as though the pharaoh was still sitting there, Yes, my Lord, your duties are completed. Now I must finish mine.

* * *

A runner hurried into the council chambers, bowing low on a knee, waiting to be recognized. Dungie did not rush such acknowledgment, but instead continued to chat on for some time with one of his generals regarding the contrast between the refreshing mountain breezes and the oppressive heat of the jungles in the lower valleys. In due time, he motioned for his courier to speak.

My King, the anxious man exclaimed after standing, there has arrived before us at the entrance to our camp a body of men and priests holding high banners of truce, saying they wish to speak with you concerning their desire to make peace with this great and wonderful host over which you rule. The soldier quickly added, Naked and with heads shaved, their headman, General TusuiHisop, and his leading officers have come to prove that no weapons do they carry, but humbly seek an audience with the great and holy northern king. With them are several of the priests of the high places, waving pots of sweet-smelling smoke and calling out blessings to you and your people.

Dungie calmly asked, And what of Pharaoh AnahNakaNoah? Was he also there?

The courier nervously answered, I did not see him, but General TusuiHisop did say that he was delivering to you a valued treasure belonging to the pharaoh.

Dungie glanced over at ZaphipheRa, who offered a silent nod in answer to his questioning eyes. Very well, he stood, speaking to the courier, tell your officer in charge to deliver those people to the courtyard of the camp in front of the council house when the sun reaches its noonday height. Until that time, give them rest in shaded rooms, providing food and drink for their refreshment, and have servant girls bring bowls of water to wash naked feet, and musicians to play lilting tunes. Maintain a heavy guard to ensure our safety, but not so as to create concern. They are our humble guests for the moment and we shall treat them as guests.

When the sun was nearing its noontime crest, General TusuiHisop and his company were ushered into the courtyard adjacent to the council house. On his left in the courtyard could be seen a giant, wheeled war machine filled with fierce-looking bowmen, the machine with its long, imposing tube weapon pointed in the general’s direction, smoke drifting up from its stack, indicating a living fire within the bellies of the machine’s horses. To the man’s front was a raised platform with three chairs placed upon it. Seated in the chairs were King Dungie, High Priest ZaphipheRa to his right, and Nidgha seated to his left. All around and beside them were countless armed guards, many with long firesticks that could release short arrows or pieces of heavy metal.

All too well did General TusuiHisop understand the power of the weapons in Dungie’s possession, they being captured from Pharaoh’s retreating army. Taking no chances at committing some real or imagined offence, the general bowed low, all in his party doing the same. Then after arriving in front of their seated hosts, he and his people again bowed low, this time waiting upon Dungie’s command to rise and be recognized.

Dungie, arrayed in all the splendiferous regalia of a Dodanimian ruler from his burnished armor to his feathered headdress, amulets, wristbands, and other ornamentation, looked down on the people prostrated before him. His father’s axe he carried at one side and a short sword on the other. In his hands was the bejeweled staff of Dodanim, long sequestered in the king’s chambers at Castle Dodanim, but now held as a symbol of kingly power. Looking up toward the sky, Dungie waited until the sun passed its apex and began falling in afternoon descent. Finally, after a priest signaled the event, Dungie told the people to rise, addressing them after they did so. Brothers, men of the southern worlds, I pray that your arrival here this day is to help our peoples attain a reprieve from this awful war so that all of us may live in peace together.

General TusuiHisop bowed his head. It is with peace in mind for all our people that I and my companions have come to you this day. For we have been assured that you are a fair and kind man, a man willing to offer pardon to those seeking to appease your face. Has there not already been enough war, enough slaughter of innocent people? Of what benefit is it for us to hold on to false reasonings when such a benevolent and worthy adversary stands our gate to offer my people hope for lasting peace between his people and mine?

Dungie strummed his fingers on the arms of his high-backed wicker chair, asking, So, what does your pharaoh have to say about this delegation of yours? Does he, too, seek peace on my terms?

Taking a finely tooled leather sack from a priest’s hands, General TusuiHisop answered Dungie’s questions. Pharaoh AnahNakaNoah has conceded his power and glory to you, recognizing you as the great and wondrous potentate. For him, I have delivered the greatest of his treasures as a token of his submission to your godly authority. At that, General TusuiHisop opened the sack, removing the head of Pharaoh AnahNakaNoah, holding it high by its hair.

Though a quiet gasp was to be heard coming from a few in the crowded courtyard, Dungie and those with him did not react similarly. No, indeed, this was what he and ZaphipheRa had expected. Dungie leaned forward, motioning to one of ZaphipheRa’s assistant priests to go and take the head as he smiled at TusuiHisop. Thank you. We shall accept the pharaoh’s generous gift. Now, who has become the mouthpiece for your people so that we may conclude whatever needed business is necessary to bring this war to a finish?

Stepping forward, General TusuiHisop pointed at himself. I have become the mouthpiece for my people, consecrated by the very priests of Horus on the high places this very morning in order to do so.

Dungie asked the priest standing near the general if that was true. The priest confirmed it to be so. He then asked, frowning, Report has come to me that many of your own people have been killed upon the high places only yesterday, their hearts burnt upon flaming altars and the bodies tossed from the city walls. Is such a thing really so?

Extending his hands outward, palms up in a beseeching manner, the general explained, Sad it was for some of the people, especially those from the Nubian clans. Revolt was all that filled their hearts to the point of attempting our overthrow! Suppressing the rebellion could not be accomplished as long as one of them remained alive. To the point of bringing my own wife, JuuBandie, down to the pit was the contest forced before the revolt was quelled. Better for the few to perish than for the whole to go down into destruction.

(Author’s note: TusuiHisop kept secret that his wife, Fooshii, was also of Nubian descent, he preserving the woman and her son alive.)

Dungie agreed, warning, If you are hoping for peace between your people and mine, then all such peoples the likes of that rabble must not be allowed to remain in this world! Already, we have warred against the children of Nubia. A ruthless lot they are at that. If we do come to a peace agreement, you must see to an end of their troublemaking so that secure my people and yours can live in this land.

It will be done as you wish, General TusuiHisop replied.

Good! Good! Dungie excitedly responded, chancing a glance to see ZaphipheRa’s approving smile. He then stood, pointing a finger. For lasting peace, you and your chieftains must do one more little thing for me to prove your honesty in this matter and your loyalty to me.

Looking up at Dungie, TusuiHisop promised he would. After bowing low and standing again, he added, Whatever our Lord and King wishes, I and my people will do.

Then do this thing for me, Dungie commanded. Tonight, before the moon rises above the mountains, return to this place, dressed in all your finery of state, you and all your chiefs and important leaders. With you must come all your wives, sons, daughters, and your sons’ wives and their sons and daughters, and all your brothers and sisters. Fathers and mothers who are with you in the city must come here to this spot before the moon rises above the mountains. Then tonight when the moon is high, we shall celebrate before all the people the binding ritual of our father Noah, the NussoGamos. Then I will know that all you say is honest and truthful.

Uncertain what the ritual of NussoGamos was, and not having been informed by ZaphipheRa of such a requirement, General TusuiHisop hesitated. Dungie’s expression darkened and he was about to speak when TusuiHisop promised to return as commanded, his heart filled with trepidation over fearing the worst. Yet what else could he do? Too late now was the hour to turn back the sands of time.

Torchlight burned brightly across the courtyard when TusuiHisop and his people arrived for the binding ritual. A roaring fire blazed in front of the council house where a tall platform with many steps leading to its top had been erected. Atop the platform were several skin robes and brightly colored blankets.

Dungie waited to exit the council house until after the music of the drums, fifes, and stringed instruments ended. Then, with TusuiHisop’s procession stopped just the other side of the flames, he made his grand entrance into the courtyard. Lifting his arms high to silence the crowd, he began, Men, brothers, we have assembled this night to bring our two peoples together, to celebrate in the sharing of the blood to make us one people. With vows and blood, we shall accomplish this. He then called out for TusuiHisop’s son, a boy appearing to be about twelve years of age, to come before him. TusuiHisop feared for the worst, expecting his eldest son to be slaughtered in sacrifice before his eyes. Seeing no escape, he released the boy and told him to go. After the boy stopped before Dungie, he was told to extend his hand. What is your name, boy, son of TusuiHisop? Dungie asked while examining the boy’s opened palm.

Looking into Dungie’s face, the frightened boy answered, KosbeeTusueeHisop.

Well, KosbeeTusueeHisop, Dungie grinned, do not be afraid, because tonight you are to bring a great blessing upon your people. With that, Dungie took a flint and made a small incision across the boy’s palm. After doing the same to his, he squeezed the boy’s hand together with his. We…you and me…have now become one blood, one soul. No longer will your name be called ‘KosbeeTusueeHisop’. ‘ShoShiNoahTusueeHisop’ is to be your name, you becoming my son in my house for times indefinite. Pointing toward the dark opening of the council house, he ordered the boy to depart. Looking up at an astonished TusuiHisop, Dungie casually remarked, And so the NussoGamos begins.

Dungie then began the ‘bonding of the blood’, or at least that is what he called it. Although his words spoke to the creation of a blood brotherhood between his people of the north and TusuiHisop’s of the south, in reality it was a ritual of humiliation and submission for the southern nations. First, Dungie took TusuiHisop’s eldest wife up to the platform to have ritual sexual relations with her, and then ordered TusuiHisop to do the same after he had released his passions into her. When this act was completed, Dungie had each of his high-ranking officers take a wife of their choosing from among those of the high-ranking officers and dignitaries of TusuiHisop’s people, having them do the same round about the blazing fire. Then, when they had finished, the women’s husbands were commanded to follow along with the same act in front of the people.

When all these things were accomplished, the priests of ZaphipheRa searched among the children to gather for themselves boys and girls of their choosing to serve in their sanctuaries. At the end, when the bonding of the blood ritual was completed, Dungie ordered TusuiHisop’s three remaining wives into the council house, telling the general that if he faithfully obeyed Dungie’s final command for the NussoGamos, the two older women would be returned to him at a later time. But for the youngest, she and her child must remain with Dungie, she as his wife to keep the bond of blood alive between TusuiHisop’s and Dungie’s people. TusuiHisop had no choice but to agree to all that Dungie demanded.

The following day, the gates of Pharaoh’s city were opened and all the men in Dungie’s camp who wished entered the city to bed the women of the city, namely all whom they chose. As for any woman who might resist or any man attempting to protect wife or daughter, death was their punishment. For seven days, the city was ravaged by men of Dungie’s army. Gradually these men left off and returned to their own camps, many taking women for themselves to serve them as they pleased. All these things TusuiHisop permitted, for he had little other choice, especially if he wished to retain leadership over his people, Dungie promising him the scepter if he faithfully obeyed all his commands.

* * *

The ruse of sending a small contingent of Dragon fighting ships east toward the city of Saranda while the main body, consisting primarily of deep-draft transport vessels, continued on course for the western edge of the isles just south of the Ice Mountains, had succeeded better than planned. Fearing an invasion at Saranda, the armies of the MooDecd, meaning ‘Forgotten Ones’ in the Dodanimian language, moved their forces away from the northern frontier and into the vicinity of the city.

It was twelve days since Noahashonie’s Dragon ships had made landfall and two since the fat, broad-beamed, tall-masted Phoenician trade ships furrowed their sails in the estuary of the River Pete, its waters deep enough to permit the giant ships to tie up next to the shore. Already, thousands of emigrant soldiers and their families along with hundreds of horses and draft animals as well as tonnes of food and supplies had been offloaded and hauled up the hills to the hastily built tent city of Durbine. It was here that Noah established the first of the moot halls that would eventually occupy prominence in every village and town throughout Dodanimian territories.

Reports had just arrived from some of the furthest ranging scouts, their news reassuring. Rulers of Saranda were fearing an incursion into their city-state, so had called upon the MooDecd to support them in their defense, intimating that once the Dodanimian armies had overrun Saranda, they would march north and east to conquer the MooDecd. In response, the MooDecd moved a large military host from its more distant lands in the west and north, gathering before the city gates further south. At present, lands off to the east of Noah’s people were greatly depleted of a defending host. Debate then ensued as to what military action should be undertaken at the moment.

At the beginning of the moot, Noah established the rules of war her people were to follow. "No man or woman shall be forced into servitude as to soldiering or hard labor. My husband believed in freedom, its virtues and faults, wondering what good would winning the war be if it were on the backs of slaves that it was accomplished. Of what value is victory into slavery? If only by slavery, a people are allowed their existence, then why fight the battle at all, one task master being little different from another. So, we fight for freedom as a free people. Only volunteers will fill our warrior ranks.

This is a profane land, polluted with the filth of evil men! As HuushBonn has been directed, we will cleanse this land from the sea coast upon which we stand to the northbound river flowing into the icy sea. Not a soul is to remain alive north of the Saranda city-state, east to the northbound river, north to the Ice Mountains, and west to these shores. No man, woman, child, or domestic animal is to be allowed to remain alive. It is the word of Iam because of the putrid odor cast skyward by the abominations of these people! He has safely delivered us here and we shall faithfully obey his commands.

Noah warned, shaking a finger, Do not take for yourselves any living treasure. Burn their cities and pull down all their high places, smash to pieces their pots of clay and burn in the fire all their utensils of wood and cloth. Only the silver, gold, iron and copper may you take for spoil. But, should there be any marking upon the metal, then to the smelter’s furnace must it go to be refined. Dig up their barrows and burn their bones. This wicked people must become the MooDecd unto time indefinite, even forever, for they have played folly with Iam and their father, Japheth. It is we, their distant kindred, who must cleanse the land of their abhorrent filth. This is all by the word of HuushBonn who has seen in vision all that the Lady has demanded and that Iam commands be done.

With Swalhawena at her side, Noah sat down upon the hard-packed, earthen floor, cross-legged, other clansmen and chieftains in the moot hall doing the same. Far into the night, the men and women of Dodanim’s house and their allied clans filled the hall with oratory and debate, smoke from the valley weed hanging in low clouds, mixing with the giant hearth blaze. In the end, all the headmen and headwomen representing all the peoples swore an oath to Noahashonie to follow her direction, realizing that one, alone, must be the leader over them, at least until the land was cleansed of the MooDecd. Then, as Noah promised, all the clans would receive a portion in these lands to claim for themselves, by lot or vote, whichever was found pleasing to the people at the time.

After this, BondaBoor stood, HuushBonn at his side, addressing the people. The visions of Dancing Stones and Tuosolmerica, and the words of the Lady Dragon Queen warn us that few are the days before a great calamity befalls our worlds. Quickly we must prepare for those coming dark days when the seas will boil over and the sun refuses to give its light. There are lands not far to the east that look rich for planting and fields with tall grasses for our beasts of burden. The people are few and have no horses, outlanders for the most part, wild people who live beyond even the laws of the MooDecd.

This began a rather lengthy debate as to what actions should be taken, whether to wait until more of the warriors from the Dragon ships arrived, and how such an attack was to be accomplished. It was finally agreed that it was necessary to take possession of those fields as soon as may be. The season was growing late. Even now, only the hardiest of seeds could be planted with any real hope of a decent fall harvest, the wild nut and fruit trees providing major sustenance during the coming winter. If they waited any longer, then only seeds producing leafy greens could be planted.

It was also decided that bringing the weight of their military strength to bear down upon those outlanders might well expose their ruse to the MooDecd. With a large portion of the army still out to sea, a determined attack by the enemy could lead to disaster. BondaBoor stood again. Horses are unknown to these people, as are long firesticks and flaming gunns. If we use such battle tactics, the enemy will be bound to know where the real invasion force is located. As at the fords of the Bantoowazzi, BondaBoor then volunteered his night-fighting Riphath warriors to take on the outlanders. "We will again paint our naked bodies with black pitch and disappear into the darkness. No living man or beast will stand to resist you when entering those lands,