There were but two words—
“From Warren.”
Chapter Eleven.
The Council.
Oluski’s entrance into the council-house was the signal for all eyes to turn towards him.
Slowly and with dignity he traversed the space between the door and the seat reserved for him, at the upper end of the hall.
Once there he turned around, bowed gravely to the assembled warriors, and then took his seat.
Pipes were now lighted, and gourds filled with honey and water handed around.