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QUETZAL'S FLOCK<br />
His death took the fight out of his men, they retreated with his body. Eridos<br />
swore to finish what his father had begun. He returned and there was much blood<br />
letting. The dead were buried and the men of both sides took their women and<br />
children and retreated to their own Encampments. That was how it happened, my<br />
father. Not long after, you walked through the Great Arch and were gone. Obeid, my<br />
uncle told me the story. My mother refuses to speak of that time."<br />
"Why did I become so angry - why did I spoil the chance of reconciliation?"<br />
"I do not know."<br />
Kane knew that he did. Hammadi had told of that battle as if it had occurred<br />
yesterday. He kept reminding himself that it had happened four thousand years into<br />
their past. He wondered how a man could hate for that long. How could maintain the<br />
rage during the long centuries? Eridos had sworn to finish what his father had begun.<br />
They had kept their Enmity and Battle raging for nearly twenty thousand years. It<br />
took a great deal of determination to remain that angry. He had no doubt that he had<br />
an implacable enemy in Eridos, his Brother of the Image!<br />
Kane lapsed into a peculiar state of trance induced by the monotonous<br />
landscape of low ridges and pinkish Schwarm against the deeper red of the soil. The<br />
only relief was an occasional clump of Myrc, which was carefully avoided. Hammadi<br />
kept glancing skyward, ensuring that they didn't stray under the patrol area of one of<br />
the great birds. Kane appreciated the respect he showed to them, having heard their<br />
legend. If they could rip a man open with one talon, they would be formidable<br />
creatures with which to tangle. It was necessary to make one or two detours during the<br />
day's journey, to avoid an egg-womb.<br />
He knew when it was time to stop. His thighs were aching from the<br />
requirement to sit straddled on the Picun's back. The animals had a coarse ridge of<br />
bristle along the spine, which had played a great part in his discomfort. His shoulders<br />
were aching from the effort of keeping the riding stance.<br />
Hammadi chose a place to camp which was well protected from sudden attack.<br />
It was in the middle of one of the clumps of boulders, scattered around the plain. They<br />
looked as if they had been deposited by some gigantic stone bird. Dagh and Motya<br />
rejoined them, they had been out of sight for the better part of a hour. They reported<br />
no sign of the Black Cloaks. Dagh added with a shy smile.<br />
"We spoke with the Old Ones. They see far, there is no sign of others on the<br />
plain."<br />
Kane assumed that they meant the Sentinels, it made his scalp prickle and the<br />
inner man stirred in awakened interest. He whispered to Hammadi.<br />
"Are they really able to talk to them?"<br />
Hammadi was defensive.<br />
"Some think they can listen to the Mind of the <strong>Flock</strong>. There have been some<br />
strange reports, which could not be explained in any other way."<br />
He paused again, looking more uncomfortable.<br />
"Before and during a Battle, we consult those who say they can listen to the<br />
<strong>Flock</strong>-Mind. They tell us where to deploy our forces - and where we can find the<br />
enemy."<br />
"Do you win every Battle?"<br />
"Not all, my father."<br />
So much for tapping in to the Mind of the <strong>Flock</strong>!<br />
"I suppose there's no good reason for the Sentinels to favour one side over the<br />
other."<br />
Hammadi looked at him sharply.<br />
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