Many days of travel now come to an end.... and, you are then Greeted....
Many days of travel now come to an end.... and, you
are then Greeted....
The rider had appeared very suddenly, over a
small rise in front of us, some twenty yards away. He reined in his kaiila.
Dust swept about the paws and legs of the beast.
"Do not reach for your weapons," said Grunt. "He is Fleer," he added.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"The hair," said Grunt, "is worn in the high pompadour, combed back."
"Like Corn Stalks," I said. The fellow's hair came down his back, flowing
even over the spine of the kaiila. He was riding bareback. He carried a long,
feathered lance, and a small, round shield, a war shield, on which were inscribed
medicine signs.
The fellow moved his kaiila down the slope towards us.
"Be careful," said Grunt. "He has made two killings and has counted several
coup. The scarlet circles on the feather indicate killings, the red marks
on his legs, and on the nose of the kaiila, show coups."
The Fleer warrior rode up before you, War Lance drawn, ready to Kill...