said.
Cayetano shrugged off Adam’s touch and tightened his grip on his hunting spear. “I go to the hunt now,” he said sharply and walked away.
Adam sighed. He knew Cayetano would think about what he’d been told, and by the time he returned, would be in a better frame of mind to discuss it.
Then he heard footsteps coming up behind him and turned around. It was Evan.
“I just told Singing Bird,” Evan said. “She’s upset but accepting. How did Cayetano take it?”
Adam rolled his eyes. “He heard me out, then argued and went hunting.”
Evan shrugged. “He will be better when he returns. He always has to think on a problem before he can act.”
“Where’s Yuma?” Adam asked.
“Looking for Tyhen. She’s the one this is going to impact most.”
“I’m glad I’m not him,” Adam said.
Evan nodded. “Me too. Did you tell Cayetano about the old shaman?”
“No, but he is behind this confrontation,” Adam said.
“I know. What should we do?” Evan asked.
Adam’s eyes narrowed angrily. “Nothing, unless we have to. We wait and see how Tyhen handles them. I think she will be fine. If she can dispatch a dark spirit like the one at the swinging bridge, then a bunch of old men who have visions should not bother her. If they are as powerful as they claim to be, then they will soon know her true worth and get behind her. If they choose to challenge her, then we can be certain they are charlatans, and there are ways to deal with people like them.”
Evan eyed his brother, admiring the wide set to his shoulders and the beauty of his face. It never occurred to him that he looked exactly the same, because he never felt as capable as Adam.
“I like living here in Naaki Chava,” Evan said.
Adam looked at his brother curiously. “You are worried about leaving here one day.”
Evan shrugged. “Here is happy and safe. We never had that before.”
“We didn’t die when Firewalker came for a reason, Evan, and this is it. Is it not our destiny to help Tyhen complete her quest?”
Evan sighed. “Yes.”
Adam put his arm around his brother’s shoulders. “Then that is enough discussion about something that has yet to happen. Let’s go see what the women are cooking. I have not eaten today.”
They walked away, confidant that for the time being, all the warnings had been delivered, when in actuality, one had not.
Yuma was still looking for Tyhen, and when he realized Acat and some palace guards were missing, he guessed they’d gone down into the city to the market. Still troubled by what he had to tell her, he armed himself and left the palace.
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Since the arrival of the New Ones, the open market in Naaki Chava was thriving. They had their own style of handmade pots and hand-woven baskets as well as colorful lengths of cloth much different than the weavers of Naaki Chava. Once the women of the New Ones had found a source for raw wool from a trader on the other side of the mountain, they built looms and began teaching the younger ones the craft.
The initial shelters that had been provided for the New Ones had begun as little more than one-room dwellings, but they were that way no longer. The dwellings of the New Ones were now the envy of others. They had wooden floors made of bamboo instead of floors of clay, and instead of going up to add more rooms, they built out, having more than one room on the ground floor. They built what they called porches on the outside, and added shutters for the windows. They built beds to sleep on rather than the sleeping mats on the floor, and their metal and blacksmith skills were far beyond what had been known. They added water wheels at the river to move water to different locations in the fields, and used bamboo for pipe, plumbing water inside their houses. Everything they touched was an improvement to the way of living, and most notably, the schools. The leap in evolution was already happening.
When they were not busy in the fields, they shared