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summers were now beyond our reach by reason of the red liquid spouting from the mountains in the land
of the sunset and the water rushing down the slope in the land of longer summers. There still remained
two lands where we might go - the land of the sunrise and the land of shorter summers. Now the land of
the sunrise was much closer for us, but it was also closer for the man-things that had killed so many of
the servants of our dear Vlagh. The land of shorter summers was far away from where we were now, but
it would also be far away for the man-things.

Many of the seekers of knowledge said ‘sunrise!’ and many others said ‘shorter summers!’ And the
overmind could not decide between them.

And then it was that the seekers of knowledge took up the sticks with teeth for the first time, and the
seekers who said ‘sunrise’ killed those who said ‘shorter summers’ while the ones who said ‘shorter
summers’ killed those who said ‘sunrise’. And so it was that the servants of the Vlagh grew even fewer,
and our dear Vlagh cried out in agony as her children killed each other, for this had never happened
before.

We will never know what it was that moved our dear Vlagh to make the decision, but she pointed in the
direction of the land of shorter summers and said, ‘Go there!’

And then the killing stopped and we took up our cause-hurt-things and we all turned and went on toward
the land of shorter summers, carrying our many low-trees that flickered and put forth light and left many
dark clouds lying behind us as we went.




The Reluctant Chieftain
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 Crystal Gorge




It was summer in the lands of the west, and the young boy with red hair woke up even before the sun
had risen above the mountains to the east of the village of Lattash and decided that it might be a good
day to go fishing in the small river that flowed down from the mountains. There were quite a few things
that he was supposed to do that day, but the river seemed to be calling him, and it wouldn’t be polite at
all to ignore her - particularly when the fish were jumping.

He quietly dressed himself in his soft deerskin clothes, took up his fishing-line, and went out of his
parents’ lodge to greet the new summer day. Summer was the finest time of the year for the boy, for
there was food in plenty and no snow piled high on the lodges and no bitterly cold wind sweeping in
from the bay.

He climbed up over the berm that lay between the village and the river and then went on upstream for
quite a ways. The fishing was usually better above the village anyway, and he was sure that it wouldn’t
be a very good idea to be right out in plain sight when his father came looking for him to remind him
that he was neglecting his chores.