"Careful, Lea!"
"Yes, San. Stand on your feet, men of the forest."
Slowly she advanced upon them. Watchful.
They rose at the gesture of her upraised arms. Some ten of them—young braves prowling here in the forest, attracted by the tower's dim light.
They trembled before Lea. Savages of the year 1664! Well might they have thought her a goddess; white, fairy-like creature with flowing blue robe and dangling golden tresses—and the Time-traveling tower behind her.
"I bring you commands," she said, "from the Spirit Land where your fathers hunt now in peace and happiness. You have a chieftain—a man of much power here in these woods. He is called Silver Water—name like a woman, but he is a man very old, and wise, and very good."
One of the Indians stepped forward. "I know him. His lodge—off there by the water of the dawn—not far."
He pointed to the southeast.
"I will go with you," she said. "Lead me. Be not afraid, young braves."
"Lea, come back!" San called.