- Chaper Eight -
T R I B E O N F I R E
I couldn’t sleep again, and so, I’m just waiting for the sun to rise so that I can leave. Akando. I need to see him. And see Lenno as well. I sit by the window and almost count the trees, yeah, waiting kills. And when finally the first sunrays make their way into the atmosphere I slide into my legging boots and leave. No one is up yet, so I think of apologizing about leaving this way later. I suppose father has already woke up by now, and he’s precisely the person I need to see right now. The Leader.
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“There must be another way to solve it!” I say to father.
“They are not the diplomatic kind, Len, you know.” He rolls his eyes as continues putting on his cloak and tie it at his neck.
“Where are you going now?” I ask him after sighing.
“Emergency Gathering,” he says.
“With whom exactly?”
“Family warriors and my assistants.”
“So you’re not willing to solve their problem? Igashos and Kawacatooses I mean,” I ask.
“What do you mean?” He finally bothers to look at me.
“I mean that these Emergency Gatherings – I move my hands and head sarcastically at the name – are to make things worse. They are held to plan the war not to stop it!”
“And do you have any other suggestions?”
“Instead of gathering your family, you can gather your whole tribe! It’s the least of their rights, father.”
“We’ve got to protect this family, Len. You’ll never understand. We can’t just let them know our plans and secrets.”
“I understand, and that’s the disaster! Why do you always talk about other families as if they’re the real enemies? They should mean to you just like your family! Then why are you their Leader, too?”
“This is politics, rule number one: never trust anyone who’s not under your title.”
“But they are under the same title! They’re Eyotes.”
“Generally.”
I sigh and ugh; there’s no point of this. I leave home earlier than usual and start wandering through the pathways, with no destination at all.
I still have no idea what the Internal War is about, Lenno immediately comes to my mind, and I wonder if he has time for me. He must be having Emergency Gatherings with his family too. But I head to his home, nonetheless. I get there and know I’m doing absolutely the wrong thing by being there at such a time, but I don’t care, who does, anyway? I see some people glancing at me on their way, and some others who stand still in their places, probably waiting for an entertaining play; one of those they get from me, and I roll my eyes.
“Igasho’s son: Lenno!” I shout in the middle of the crowd and almost laugh at everybody’s stupidity. She must be out of her mind/ what is she trying to do/ this is going to put her in trouble/ the Leader’s daughter is shameless/ how dare her call him like this/ she’s gonna disgrace her father, no doubt/ from where does she know an Igasho/ Lenno is a good man/ don’t talk about her like this, she’s a good young woman/ her mother was amazing, what’s wrong with the daughter/ I don’t wanna see what’s gonna happen. I hear their limitless endless pointlessshameless gossiping, I’ve never known if they thought their voices are really hushed that I wouldn’t hear, or they didn’t actually care if I did. I'll never know, anyway.
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