“Send man,” he thought laboriously. “Be sure herd is still south.” He pointed toward the area where the projection had been.
“That not herd,” he thought. “That other herd. Never see before.”
Barra scowled furiously.
“You incapable imbecile! You dare to call your master a liar?”
He swung about, his furious gaze scanning the village. The pile of stones he had noticed before caught his attention. He focused on it.
A few stones rose into the air and flew toward the headman.
The old man faced about, his eyes widening in sudden fear. He dodged one of the flying stones, then turned to flee.
Barra flicked a second control on him briefly and the flight was halted.
More stones flew, making thudding sounds as they struck, then sailing away, to gain velocity before they curved back, to strike again.
At last, Barra turned from the litter of rock about the formless mass on the ground. He stared around the village, the fury slowly ebbing within him.