The Broken Land
“Fires blazed down the length of the house, lighting the faces of the people who’d assembled to hear Gonda’s story.“Give me just a—a moment.” Gonda, Speaker for the Warriors of White Dog Village, lifted his hands to massage his temples. He was a thin, wiry man with a moonish face and brown eyes. He’d seen thirty-eight summers pass, most of them in Yellowtail Village. Never, in all that time, had he felt this weary. Evil Spirits had been cavorting in his head since the attack two days ago, plungi...ng stilettos behind his eyes as though trying to puncture a way to freedom.When the pain had eased a little, he lowered his hands and prepared to finish the telling. He stood beside the central fire examining the faces of the Ruling Council of the People of the Standing Stone. Concentric rings of benches encircled the fire. Each person had his or her place. The six clan matrons and High Matron Kittle sat on the innermost ring of benches closest to the fire. Behind them, on the middle ring, sat the village chiefs and village matrons.MoreLess
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