“I have felt stronger than all the boys––always! Do you know why that has been? I know now why––it was because I stood alone,––I was the only child of the light and I dreamed things of that. Now a man tells us there are many such people, and 28 their magic is great, and my strength goes because of the many!”
His mother stroked his hand reassuringly. “Na-vin (my own),” she said steadily. “I have felt your dreams, and I also dream them. Fear no one born of the light or of the darkness, and when you are a man you will have all your strength––and more than your own strength.”
“You say that, my mother?”
She held her head erect now and looked straight and steadily into the eyes of her son.
“I say it!”
And he remembered that it was more than his mother who spoke, it was the Medicine Woman of the Twilight and of the strange places, and the far off thoughts.
He lifted her hand and breathed on it. “I am again Tahn-té,” he said, and smiled. “You make me find myself!”