Chapter 9

“Store your bag below the cover, while I and Buri carry your small boat up to wood and hide it between the thorns.”

“Don´t forget to mark the way to the hiding spot with triangle of pebbles, the tip pointing the direction! Use the smallest pebble at the tip. That will show the fishermen from the village where the boat is.” Laong shouted to Aegir.

“Is that all what you took with you?” Tsemo asked, “It’s much more than I brought with me! I had nothing at all!”

“These are just my clothes and my collection of miraculous object!” Then Laong showed Tsemo a little pouch on a leather string he carried around his neck, “That’s a keepsake! My mother left it to me! That’s the only heirloom I got!”

“What’s it, a charm?”

Shrugging his shoulders defensively, “She told me never, never to open it! Otherwise it will lose its power!”

Back on the river Aegir was at the helm steering the dugout, while Buri relaxed resting his head in his friend’s lap. “Look at the two!” Aegir whispered to Buri pointing to the bow, “Look! Like lovebirds! Tsemo can’t keep his hands from Laong and the boy purrs like a cat!” Then they called to the bow, “Laong, Keep your attention at the river! Don’t steer in the wrong direction!”

Laong turned red and Tsemo stopped fondling his student for a moment, turned around and cocked a nose to the two in the stern. “Don´t be green-eyed! Laong is mine!” This remark caused Laong to blush even more.

At noon Buri, who was now at the helm, landed the boat on a sandy beach. “Let’s enjoy yesterdays´ leftovers and then bask in the sun, I am tired from yesterday’s night!” he called to Tsemo and Laong, then whispered into Aegir’s ear, “Have we ever made love in the spring sun? No! This would be the first time and I want to have you now!”

Aegir grinned, “This will give the two the chance to enjoy each other the first time in daylight. Loving one another in daylight is a great experience!”

After the meal Tsemo and Laong walked away hand in hand and vanished in the dense vegetation, while Aegir and Buri looked for a comfortable place further down the river. When Tsemo and his student turned up after a considerable time with beaming faces and radiating eyes Buri poked Aegir in the rips and whispered, “Look how happy they are! Look how Laong wiggles his butt. Tsemo sure has taught him all he knew!”

“Tsemo has graduated from the High Shaman’s college and he sure was the cleverest students of them all!”

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The next part of the trip ended rather abruptly. “Somewhere around here has to be the market place my father took off to the mountains pass on his voyage to Râ-Kedet.” Buri asked, “Aegir do you remember my tale? In this village he met the merchant with his four thralls, the four brothers and there began the disastrous trek across the mountain range in the South.”

“Didn’t you tell me the village was located on a bend where the Bredd-ström turns to the North? But the river course is still to the East. We should go on some more!”

In anticipation of the village and its welcoming taverns they drove on till dusk. The land was shrouded in mist when the stench of scorched wood hit their noses! Then after a bend of the Bredd-ström to the North the glowing remains buildings of a village appeared along the water’s edge. Up and on flames flared up kindled from by the evening breeze. The closer they the more the stench of scorched wood mixed with reek of burned flesh increased.

“Has this been the blooming city, my father told e about?” Buri asked without awaiting an answer. “Plundered, burned down, wiped of the surface of the earth in one day only!” He groaned disgusted.

Scared the sun seekers crouched in the dugout afraid of becoming the object of the raiders still present. Without using the paddles they let the boat drift by silently!

Suddenly Tsemo rose! Fearless he raised his arms and put a hex on the murderers:

Curse my enemies,

Curse my fears,

Curse those who have brought me tears,

Curse those who have done me wrong,

Make their punishment long and strong,

This is my will so mote it be!

Wolf and bear, owl and snake,

Be their wake!

Then he took the flute made of bones he carried on the necklace of holy stones, looked up to the dark sky and began to play a mournful tune. When the last sound had faded away he spread his arms again and intoned the song of the late:

To the living I am gone,

To the sorrowful, I will never return

To the Angry, I was cheated

But to the happy, I am at peace

And to the faithful, I have never left

I cannot speak, but can listen

I cannot be seen, but I can be heard!

Laong was watching his teacher with admiration. Suddenly he knew what he had to do. He rose and presented his amulet to the sky and joined the lament of the dead:

Of the times we loved, the times we cried,

the battle we fought and the times we laughed

For you who will always think of us,

We will never be gone.

Then Tsemo and Laong collapsed at the bow. The dugout became instable, began to sway and finally swung to the left out of the current. Buri had to scramble into the front of the boat, took Laong’s paddle and stabilized the dugout. Back mid-stream the frightened youngsters fled in terror from ravaged city.

Later on they passed a big raft at full speed. The slowly drifting raft was overloaded with mothers holding babies in their arms, with crying toddles, with small girls and boys and with old women. There seemed to be only one man aboard, an age and haggard grey-beard at the helm.

“Are you in need? Can we help? We can help you!” Buri called across to the flleing.

The answer was unexpected, “Keep clear of us! Away you go! Let us in peace!” the old man shouted back and the women began to yell “Murderer! Looters! Fire-raiser!” while the small-ones cried wild with fear!

The people on the raft seemed to be the only escapees from the disaster, because the sun seekers didn’t meet another boat in this starless night. After dawn they went ashore on a tongue of land nearly inaccessible from the riverside because of a thick reed-belt. Still shaking from the dreadful sight of the burned down village, the reek of burnt flesh hovering over the place and the horrified escapees all four huddled together and tried to forget the horrifying picture holding each other. They must have drifted into sleep finally, because the sun was already high in the sky when they woke up.

At the next moorage they run into fishermen bringing the nights catch ashore. Aegir steered the boat to the berth, “What happened up-streams? Do you know? What happened at the market place? Who burned the village down? Who killed the people? Who drove off the children and women? Who killed the animals?” When the fishermen looked blank, he repeated, “The entire market place was burned down, its people killed!  The village does not exist anymore! Do you know what happened?”

The only answer was a shrug with the shoulders of the head of the fishers, “We don´t know! We don´t want to know! It’s not our business!” Another one added, “The market place? It’s on the other side of the big stream! We do not meddle in other peoples affairs. It’s their business not ours!”

The sun seekers were disillusioned by the indifferent and hostile attitude of the fishermen. “Let’s leave! These people show neither empathy nor compassion with their neighbours. We shouldn’t even spend an moment more with these stone-hearted people!”

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The Bredd-ström turned north-east, became wider and more sluggish, while the weather became warmer and but also more humid. The burning sun and the high humidity made paddling strenuous around noontime. Therefore the four companions decided to rest about noon and use the early morning and late afternoon hours for travelling.

During these noon-breaks they decided not to be idle but to teach each other all the skills and knowledge they knew. Tsemo for example scarped up all the knowledge about healing plants, of preparing potions and salves and passed it on the others especially to Laong, his novice. Aegir paid attention to Tsemo’s lesson also and took much profit from the lessons. Buri however was not too much interesting in the art of healing. While others stayed together to look out plants or mixed ointments, Buri searched the surrounding for feathers, bones and stones which could be of used for tools or weapons. Finding an item of interest he returned to the group and demonstrated its use to his friends.

One early afternoon the luck was with Buri. While the others mixed a potion at the edge of an abandoned hamlet Buri roamed through the relict ruins. Taking a leak at a former fireside his piss washed away the sand of a heap of flint nodules already tempered in fire!” First he just sighted thinking of the former owner, “What a pity, he had to run off without his precious stones! May he was killed and couldn’t take them along!” However then his face began to beam, “His misfortune is my good fortune!” he thought and hollered to his friends. “Hey! Hey! Come quick! Guess what I washed out of the sand with my pee! A fortune! A real fortune!” When the others came running he picked up Tsemo, the smallest of them and danced a jig. “Now I can teach you too! I can teach you how to make fine tools from a rough stones!” and he beamed.

They had to stay for three days at this place while Buri introduced them to the art of tool-making. At first he showed how to prepare rough-outs from tempered flint nodules by chipping. Aegir was the most talented of the other three in doing rough-outs, probably because of his strength. He did the finest rough-outs. Then Buri taught them how to polish the rough-outs and shape them into fine weapons. When it came to polishing the rough tools, to smooth their surface and give the new weapon a fine finish, Tsemo and Laong outdid the red-head and even Buri.

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So far Tsemo and Buri had proven their special skill to the others and had passed these skills on to them. Aegir had promised to teach the others how to handle a boat in the wild sea and use the stars for navigation! “All I can do on land is to show you the constellation of the stars, but I can teach you to navigate according to the star only at the wide sea. I learned this skill from my father and I will teach you as he taught me!” While he spoke to his friends, tears ran down his cheeks.

So far only Laong hadn’t proven his skills to the others, he even did not know what skill to teach to the other. They seem to be perfect in all the skills he knew. He was in a desperate state, “The three are so perfect” he said to himself, “I just cannot teach them only a single skill! They will not take me along to Ta-Seti!” Comparing his talents with the others he felt so imperfect and so useless. He went around with gloomy face and his spirits were down.

In the evening, when Tsemo waited for Laong to join him under the cover, he didn’t show up. First Tsemo looked for his novice at the sandy beach and even checked the place under the overturned dugout. Then he searched through the ruins of the derelict hamlet. He even inspected the shaft of the dried up well in case Laong had fallen into it. Then he looked up every place that could be used as a hide out. But Laong was nowhere. He scouted for Laong at all the places they had been the days before. But he did not find a single trace of his love. Now Tsemo got seriously worried! He alarmed Aegir and Buri. Calling Laong’s name over and over the three checked the hamlet again, in vain, no trace of Laong! They searched the adjoining forest, but while their shouting scared animals and birds out of their cover Laong didn’t answer their calls. They searched around the old moorage again but just scared up the sleeping waterfowl.

By now the sky was pitch-black. Heavy clouds covered the sky and thunderbolts flashed at the horizon. Tsemo, Aegir and Buri were distraught! What had happened to Laong! Had a beast preyed on him, had a bad people taken him prisoner, had a demon abducted him? What should they do? They were uncertain about it! Aegir tried to pierce the darkness and fixed his gaze on Tsemo, “You are his friend Tsemo, you are his hero and you are a shaman! Shamans can do miracles!”

“Yes, shamans can do miracles!” Buri pressed Tsemo, “I was told by my father shamans can communicate with others by thought-transfer! Try to get in touch with him! He must be somewhere! Find him!”

Aegir pleaded again looking up in the dark sky, “Tsemo, please try to get in contact with Laong’s mind! Try to reach him! Do see the sheet lightning, do you hear the thunderclaps! A heavy thunderstorm is closing in, the first thunderstorm of the spring!”

Tsemo turned his head to the East, closed his eyes and tried to concentrate his thoughts on the point at the horizon where he thought the sun would rise in the morning. His mind went haywire. He was unable to concentrate. In terror he screamed “Sun, Sun, Sun!” With a deafening clap of thunder the gates of heaven opened. Water poured down and cold rain soaked them from head to toe.

The first thunderstorm of the spring was over in now time, leaving the three cold and with shattering teeth. A sudden gust of wind cleared the sky as well as their brains.

“I will look for Laong downstream along the beach and you two check the strand upstream!” Tsemo decided, “Let’s stay in contact by calls!”

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The spring rain had washed away all tracks in the sand. Therefore Tsemo didn’t seek for footprints of Laong. He advanced fast downstream along the riverside, checking for Laong behind every tree and every hedgerow. He hurried along without keeping track of the time till he suddenly became aware that he couldn’t hear the shouts of Aegir and Buri anymore. Worried to death he kept on walking till the light of the moon waned and the rising sun coloured the clouds in the east pinkish.

Aegir and Buri hunted for Laong upstream. They were neither able to detect foot prints in the sand nor stepped down tufts of grass in the grassland or broken twigs in the shrubbery. At the dead of the night they came upon a swampland barring the way. There was neither a way around the swamp nor a path across it. “Laong surely has not crossed the swamp! For certain! And now?” Aegir reasoned in a low voice. Buri took up the implied suggestion, “Let’s return to our camp! We better look down-streams!”

Just after midnight they were back at the camp by the derelict village. Searching the place they found neither a trace of Tsemo nor of Laong. They called their names! No answer. The place looked exactly like they had left it. “Let’s stay here and wait for Tsemo. It does not make sense to look for the both now! It’s pitch-dark. Let’s wait till daylight.” “You are right Aegir! Anyway I am too tired to do just another step!” Buri lamented, going down on his haunches. Aegir squatted down beside his friend, stretched himself out and whined, “I hardly can keep my eyes open!” Looking for another reason to justify the break, he moaned, “Aside from that, I sprained my right ankle and can’t walk anymore!”

Only a moment later he revised his decision. “We have to look for the two! They are our friends and companies. Maybe Tsemo had an accident also and can’t walk or he had found Laong, but he is wounded and Tsemo is too weak to carry him! Laong sure is heavier than Tsemo!” Buri did not answer for a moment. He was snoring already, but had not passed out completely. While his body was asleep his mind was working. Suddenly he jumped up, “Let’s go, I mean, let’s take the boat. We let the dugout drift close to the beach downstream and look out for the two. Once in a while one of us can go ashore and checks for tracks.”

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