“And under custom these two be your guardians, strangers. You are in their care this night.”
So they went forth from the council tent free in their persons, passing through the crowd to another hide-walled enclosure of smaller size. On the dark skins of which it was made various symbols were painted. Fors could make them out with the aid of the firelight. Some he knew well. The twin snakes coiled about a staff—that was the universal sign of the healer. And those balancing scales—those meant the equalizing of justice. The men of the Eyrie used both of those emblems too. The round ball with a flower of flames crowding out of its top was new but Arskane gave an exclamation of surprise as he stopped to point at a pair of outstretched wings supporting a pointed object between them.
“That—that is the sign of the Old Ones who were flying men. It is the chief sign of my own clan!”
And at those words of his the black-robed Plainsman turned quickly to demand with some fierceness:
“What know you of flying men, you creeper in the dirt?”
But Arskane was smiling proudly, his battered face alight, his head high.
“We of my tribe are sprung from flying men who came to rest in the deserts of the south after a great battle had struck most of their machines from the air and blasted from the earth the field from which they had flown. That is our sign.” He touched almost lovingly the tip of the outstretched wing. “Around his neck now does Nath-al-sal, our High Chief, still wear such as that made of the Old One’s shining metal, as it came from the hand of his father, and his father’s father, and so back to the first and greatest of the flying men who came forth from the belly of the dead machine on the day they found refuge in our valley of the little river!”
As he talked the outrage faded from the Black Bobe’s face. He was a sadly puzzled man now.
“So does all knowledge come—in bits and patches,” he said slowly. “Come within.”
But it seemed to Fors that the law man of the Plains-people had lost much of his hosility. And he even held aside the door flap with his own hands as if they were in truth honored guests instead of prisoners, reprieved but for a space.