sky that was the purest blue. The red earth responded by uncurling fresh fronds into the humid warming days and, as if this were a sign, the women of the Tribe seemed to give birth all at once. Soon the sun was reigning over a world so green it hurt Carnelian's eyes. Ambling, the saurian giants returned, their herds stretching along the horizon.
Carnelian slipped back naturally into the rhythms of koppie life. It was better this time, because Fern no longer had to work beneath the Bloodwood Tree. He became the companion Osidian had long ceased to be. The Elders and others muttered against the Master when he made himself a hearth under one of the unclaimed cedars that buttressed the Homeditch, though none opposed him openly. Ravan, Krow and many other youths joined him there and each day he would lead them to fetch water. To meet the needs of the Koppie, almost three times as many men and aquar were needed now. Ravan relayed Osidian's wishes to the men and they obeyed willingly. Since the battle, many would follow no other.
Each day when they set off they would ride down the leafy avenue past the encampment of the Bluedancing which lay between the Homeditch and the Outditch. The femgarden had become a village from which smoke was always rising. The Bluedancing were brought water and what food the Tribe did not need. In return, the women and children replaced the men at the ditches, labouring in the mud to shore them up where the Rains had brought collapse. There were so many new workers that even the Ochre women began to free themselves from this heavy work. They told themselves it was necessary, because the men had to hunt more often and the women to gather more fernroot to maintain an adequate food supply. Eventually, the only Ochre remaining at the earthworkings were those who acted as overseers.
One evening, as they sat around the hearth, the discussion turned, as it often did, to the subject of the Bluedancing.
There're so many of them,' Sil complained.
'And their settlement has devastated a large part of the Southgarden,' said Whin, who still looked strange with salt beads in her hair.
'With all their extra aquar, I can see we won't make the end of the season before we'll be forced to take them out of the Koppie to graze.'
There was much grumbling at this suggestion.
The Bluedancing eat so much.'
'And at the moment they're supplementing what we give them with the djada they've saved from their migration. What'll happen when that runs out? How much hunting will we have to do?'
People hung their heads, worrying about it.
Sil looked at Akaisha and Whin. 'If we don't feed them they might rise against us.'
Several of the men snorted their derision at this suggestion. 'What threat are women and children?'
'My daughter's right, they outnumber us,' said Whin.
'Even without their men,' Sil added.
'And you're not always here,' Whin said to the men.
Fern looked grave. 'And we're going to be out hunting, perhaps further afield than we're used to.'
'Couldn't we send them back to their own koppie?' said Koney.
Akaisha shook her head. 'Without men to hunt for them, we'd be condemning them to death. If our situations were reversed, would you want to be thrown out onto the plain with your children?'
Nursing her newborn, Koney shook her head. 'No, my mother.'
Whin frowned. 'Our compassion might yet bring us disaster.'
'Perhaps we should consider using their labour to extend the Koppie, as the Master has said.' Ravan had come visiting as he sometimes did. People no longer felt him part of their hearth.
The Elders don't need the Master to work that out for them,' said Akaisha without looking at him. The area of new land we would have to enclose would have to be enormous to solve the problem of grazing the aquar as well as to bring enough fernroot into safe gathering to feed us all.'
Then we must hunt more,' said Fern.
'We already hunt more,' said Akaisha. 'And though we're hunting enough to feed everyone, not enough's left over to make djada for the next migration.'
Everyone looked grimly into the fire. They looked up as Ravan stood to speak.
The Master sent me to tell you he's devised a way in which more than enough food can be provided for everyone.'
Ravan stopped to take pleasure in their rapt attention. Tell us then’ snapped Whin.
Ravan shook his head. 'He's not yet sure, my mother; he's not fully worked it out, but it would necessitate all the Tribe working together under his direction.'
'Would it indeed?' said Whin angrily, but Carnelian could see, though she tried to hide it, how attentively Akaisha was listening to her son.
'When will he be ready to reveal to us this plan?'
'It'll be ready when the Elders give him the authority to put it into action.'
Though Akaisha and Whin frowned, Carnelian saw they were considering it and only then did he fully appreciate how desperate the situation had become.
One day, Carnelian and Fern were fetching water with Osidian and his hunt along the margin of the bellower lagoon. Flamingos in fiery clouds had just touched down and their chatter and busy sculling were rippling both air and water.
Carnelian was watching fish darting. 'It's a miracle,' he announced. They have sprung up from what was dust.'
'Mother Earth is bountiful,' said Fern, then smiled, 'just after the Skyfather's made love to her.'
Their musings were disturbed by a call from Krow. They saw an aquar speeding towards them.
'News from the Koppie?' said Fern and everyone frowned expecting the worst.
The aquar skidded to a halt. The Elders command that the two Standing Dead should appear before them.'
As Ravan translated, Carnelian glanced at Osidian, expecting defiance but saw only a mild, even contented, acquiescence.
'We'll ride back with you,' he said, then turned to Ravan. 'You will come with us.'
'I'll come too,' said Fern.
'You will remain here,' Osidian said, severely.
Fern looked to Carnelian, but he was seeing how much his friend's defiance had angered the other men. Fearing what might happen should he support him against the Master, Carnelian decided to say nothing and, angry, Fern backed down.
Osidian was smiling coldly as he gave Krow command of the hunt. The youth looked at Fern as if he were measuring him up. Riding away, Carnelian worried that he had made a mistake in leaving Fern behind at the mercy of Osidian's followers.
THE GREAT HUNT
Forgive our need, little sister
Receive the salt from our tears
Know that we are grateful for the gift you give us of yourself
Know that we have gloried in your beauty and your strength
Return to sleep in the earth, the mother of all
Until the Skyfather comes to make you rise again
In the uncurling of unending time
