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QUETZAL'S FLOCK<br />
circulated through the Encampment. He lowered the Bole to the ground and had time<br />
to think ruefully, that it hadn't got any lighter. Hammadi was on the other side of the<br />
Picun. Some of the herdsmen tried their hand at heroics.<br />
About a half dozen suddenly stepped towards him, their intent was obvious.<br />
They stopped abruptly, when the Bole took interest in the development and suddenly<br />
reared up on it six legs. The pause was momentary, they continued a threatening<br />
advance. Quetzal wondered momentarily, if the manoeuvre had the tacit approval of<br />
Obeid, he found it hard to believe that they would have acted on their own initiative,<br />
especially with Hammadi standing just a few paces away.<br />
The Bole decided that they posed a threat to the person of its lord and master.<br />
It took appropriate action. The last time it had done so had been on Lynxe and the<br />
result was about the same. A blast of energy emitted from the side nearest to the<br />
threatening sextet. When the short burst of activity ceased, two men were laying<br />
moaning in the purple dust. They were very badly scorched across the chest. A third<br />
was completely motionless, he was smouldering and had taken the full force of the<br />
blast. The other three had changed their minds and had retreated into the body of the<br />
silent crowd.<br />
Quetzal looked around. Obeid was standing motionless in the entrance of his<br />
tent, his arms folded across his chest. His face was the Jubal equivalent of white. He<br />
stared at Quetzal, who inclined his head in greeting.<br />
"I thank my brother Obeid, for your invitation to eat with you. I think some of<br />
your men misunderstood your intentions. I'm afraid that my protector reacted<br />
violently."<br />
He looked across the back of the Picun at Hammadi. His face was drawn and<br />
horrified and he stared at his father as if he was looking at a stranger. Quetzal smiled<br />
slightly, the boy was right, he was a stranger. He looked back to Obeid. He was<br />
directing his men to clear up the mess the Bole had made. The two moaning men were<br />
being carried away. The motionless one was covered, it was mute testimony that no<br />
one could mess with the Bole and expect to get away with it. Quetzal had the feeling<br />
that Obeid was making a very rapid reassessment of his options.<br />
He led the way into his tent and Quetzal followed. The Bole remained outside.<br />
It wasn't an act of bravado on Kane's part, the hide walls were no obstacle and Obeid<br />
knew it. Some of the elders of the Gens Obeid were gathered to feast with their Lord,<br />
perhaps, that was not the only reason why they had gathered. They looked like the<br />
participants in a Jubal version of a court martial. They were also making a<br />
reassessment of the situation and were returning to their seats after the excitement.<br />
Quetzal smiled cordially.<br />
"To invite so many of the respected elders of your Gens for this occasion, is a<br />
high honour indeed Obeid. I thank you!"<br />
"Perhaps, you will not be so thankful by the time we come to the end of our<br />
meeting, Kane Ashford!"<br />
The belligerence had returned. Perhaps, it was a case of the Bole being out of<br />
sight and out of mind.<br />
"Kane Ashford isn't with you this evening, Obeid. Quetzal is!"<br />
"I don't fear you, Quetzal - Kane Ashford, whatever or whoever you imagine<br />
yourself to be. You have proved yourself to be no longer our friend and brother."<br />
Quetzal's voice was deceptively mild.<br />
"In what way have I proved myself unworthy of your friendship, Obeid? Was<br />
it because I dared to unlock the Ship and let Hammadi fly her amongst the stars? Is it<br />
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