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.Vrithian: The Continents Gynnor And BrephorVrithian: The Continents Sakkor And AskalorVrithianaction on the periphery [1]The Song of the Sorrows of Agishagsung to the children of Agishag as they are initiated intothe rights and responsibilities of adulthoodthe drums whisperthe hollow is darkthe torches wait for firelisten(listen, listen, listen: the word goes round and round the drumroom, old oneshissing, hissing with anger and fear in the sibilant hot darkness, the manailistening, the tokon listening, the naidisa listening, all listening with fearand trembling)once the Conoch hi went where they willedonce the world was where the wind went and only thattouch the patterns of the line-Mother s life weavefeel the wind in the life-Mother s weave(the mana Amaiki touches the narrow strip of her own life weave, the knots andspaces that record the events she thinks worthy of memory and telling, the sunin her eyes when she burst the shell, the first bean sprout she coaxed fromseed, little things and perhaps too many of them, her mother calls herhoarder, but her fingers slide over the story of her short life and bring herpleasure)Page 24ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlfeel the pattern changeHyaroll camethe Undying came and took the winds from the Conoch hihe set his hard hand on the Mother-of-Allthe earth that feeds and sustains uslike a wild tedo he tamed herlike a herd of tedo he tamed usthe old he laid aside and would have slainthe life-Mother of the Conoch hi rose up to himthe life-Mother sang him the worth of the old, the need of the younghe stayed his handfor two hands of days and two more the old sang to himby their song they bought their lives from himbut the sick and the crippled and the weak he tookthe sick and the crippled he tormented, he changedhe sent them back to the Conoch histrangeness came to the Conoch hiour ways were changedour children were changedwe looked at them and could not understand themthrough them came the dreams, the throwing of lotsthrough them came the ways of far-seeing, the knowing of tomorrow and tomorrowthree decrees he gave to the life-Mother of the Conoch hito the Hundred Families he gave these decreesI will give you peace, I will protect you from the zuilders and lallersthe shiburri, the shevorate, the stovasha and all othersI will heal the sick and send the rain and teach you what you need to knowin return you will do these things for mefive manai and five tokon and five naidisa you will send to my dometo do my will and serve me in all waysfor five years they will serve within the domeat the end of the five years they will returnat the end of the five years you shall choose five and five and five againthus he decreed and thus it was donethis was the second decreethe Conoch hi will cease to follow wind and waterthe Conoch hi will cease to follow the tedo herdsthe Conoch hi will live in villages and learn the heart of bulband seedof stone wood and ironthis was the third decreethe Conoch hi will limit their numbersfor every six will seven only be bornany over that will be takenany over will be sent awaythen Hyaroll saidthe Undying he saidlive on the land as I have told youlive on the land within the borders I have set for youlive in peace and learn what you mustthus he decreed and thus it was doneConoch hi heardConoch hi fearedConoch hi sorrowed for the lost waysConoch hi obeyedweep for your children, oh line-Mothers, life-Fathers, your children are goneyou have sent away your naidisa that the numbers might be keptyou have sent away your daughters that the numbers might be keptyou have sent your sons away that the numbers might be keptweep, Conoch hi, your children are takenPage 25ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlrejoice, Conoch hi, they are taken not lostof our flesh and our bone far-speakers were madeout of pity and play the undying he made themthe far-speakers give the taken back to usnone is lostnew families and oldnone is lostsave only one linehear the song of the lost(the singer s voice stills with a dying hiss, the drums keepbeating; Amaiki trembles and strains to listen.To this point all has been arepetition of things commonly known.What is coming is one of the secretthings that adults know but never tell children.Amaiki straightens her back,touches her life weave another time, knowing she will not knot this song intoit.This is too secret, too sacred, altogether too terrible)these are the names of the lostChildren of Agishag must not bear these namesforget nothingsay nothinghear the ancient anguish of the Conoch hihear the sorrow of the Conoch hihear the names of the lostTahere oc cujiOojitay oc cujiMarai oc cujiMriize oc cujiYonikti oc cujiJe-mawi oc cujiline cuji is no moreline cuji cast off that nameweep for cuji who were, hayal who arepraise hayal who cast off their cions and their namepraise hayal and remember what they ve seenthese are the names of the children of the lostyou will not name a child from these namesforget nothingsay nothingKurim, Kiraz, ShakatiFonnim, Fanasi, FukatiMisi, Miji, AchavaiNunnin, Chacai, AlvanaiShijun, Shaki, NugavaiHyaroll cast fire at themyou have seen the black ash of themloom and lot, Hyaroll burned themhatchling and dartling, Hyaroll burned themthe air stank of themthe earth stank of themthe stench of their burning lay on us for two hands of dayssix days and six the smell lay on usthis is how that came to besix and six they left cuji,adults and children they left secretlythey went out from cujiDum Cuji, the village of their linein the night they went outinto the hills they went where the air smelled free to themfollowing a tedo herd they wentthe summer passed.they danced the tedo dance and waited the winter throughPage 26ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]