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Promise of Shaconage, Act 113: Voices, Timpoochee thought he heard...
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Tecumthe departed Timpoochee’s town for the land to the south, below the mountains; the hills and the flat lands stretching toward the endless water.
MoonLake and his small band of rebels prepared, too, and left a short time after Tecumthe.
Timpoochee was deadeningly sad, heart-broken; more sad and more heart-broken than when Yufala passed over. “It will be well,” Rising Fawn tried to comfort him in the quiet of their own house. “It will not be well,” Timpoochee retorted. “It cannot be well. Not like this.” Once again, Ulagu call his people to water, to cleanse, to clear the way for the future, to ponder the future.
Timpoochee led the way as his people followed, through the town and slowly, purposefully stepping slowly and reverently into the waters of Long Man. “Toward the rising sun, we face,” Timpoochee called out, dipping himself fully into the water and rising back up. “From mother earth below to father sky above,” he said. “Toward the great water to the south, we face.” The townspeople followed Ulagu’s directions and dipped again.
They turned next toward the place where the sun sets and dipped again. And once more to the blue north and, again, dipping and holding longer this time in the chilly water.
Timpoochee brought his people back to the surface and just they they all seemed to break the water in unison a loud rumble spread from the forest to the water.
Voices, Timpoochee thought he heard, followed faintly in the distance.