The First Americans 04 Walkers of the Wind by William Sarabande

Author:William Sarabande [Sarabande, William]
Format: epub
Publisher: William Sarabande
Published: 2010-05-03T07:02:00.199000+00:00

Far to the northeast, Torka and his band continued traveling into the face of the rising sun. The trek was long, but they had known longer. The hunting was poor, but they had known worse. The weather was fitful and sometimes treacherous, but they had never known any other kind. The tundral barrens seemed endless. On and on they walked, ever closer to the still-distant mountains. Umak, carrying his daughter on his shoulders, found his mind drifting, remembering, as he listened to the wind moving across the barrens . . . whispering . . . sighing . . . until suddenly he stopped dead. It was not the wind that was whispering around him; it was the voice of Eneela. "Remember me, Shaman. Remember me, and I will live forever." He gasped. "Father! What is it, Father?" asked Li, leaning down and trying to see his face. The wind sighed around him. He could not move. At his right, Honee did not question his reason for coming to a halt. She was always glad to rest, as was Naya, who trudged along at his left. "Listen," he urged them now. "There are voices in the wind." They listened but heard nothing and said so. Their reply was ignored by the shaman. Eneela was with him, and she was not alone. He felt the cool breath of the wind on his face, but somehow he knew it was not the wind- it was the passage of spirits moving in the air around him. "Do not grieve for those who are lost, Shaman. And tell my Simu not to mourn. I walk the wind with all those who have gone before. I am not alone. Karana and Mahnie are with me. Old Umak-for whom you are named-walks the wind at my side with the great dog Aar, and my Nantu is with me. Together we search for his lost head. You are Shaman, Umak. The People have need of your wisdom now more than ever before. Be strong. Listen to the Seeing Wind. Trust in your power. Remember me, and do not look back." The wind dropped. "Wait!" Umak cried to the ghost of Eneela, listening for other voices, for a sister, for a twin brother . . . but if the life spirits of Demmi and Manaravak walked the wind forever with Eneela, she had not named them, nor did they speak to him now. Perhaps they never would. His anger and possessiveness of Naya had driven them out of camp. Umak's wisdom gave heart to his people. Ever watchful for signs of Life Giver, Torka led the band through the bog lands and around the tussock "forests," always seeking areas that might offer potential browse to mammoth. He found antelope instead. The men hunted and killed. They made camp and rested from their long trek. Still mourning the ones who were lost, they made no feast, but they thanked the life spirits of the animals that they had slain as they ate well for the first time in many days.

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