men and stripling boys, their cannon - "
"I heard what Alvin said."
"Don't you like my story? Don't you want to hear it? You are White, Taleswapper. You are like all White men, quick to ask forgiveness, slow to give it; always expecting patience, but flaring up like a spark when the wind rises you burn down a forest because you tripped on a root!" Ta-Kumsaw turned and began to walk quickly back the way they came.
"How can you leave without me!" cried Taleswapper after him. "We have to leave here together!"
Ta-Kumsaw stopped, turned around, tipped back his head, and laughed without mirth. "I don't need a path to get down, White Liar!" Then he was off again, running.
Alvin was awake, of course.
"I'm sorry, Alvin," said Taleswapper. "I didn't mean - "
"No," said Alvin. "Let me guess what he did. He touched you like this." Alvin touched Taleswapper's lips, just as Ta-Kumsaw had.
"Yes."
"That's what a Shaw-Nee mama does to shut up a little baby who's making too much noise. But I'll bet if one Red man did that to another - he was provoking you."
"I shouldn't have hit him."
"Then he would've done something else till you did."
Taleswapper had nothing to answer to that. Seemed to him the boy was probably right. Certainly right. The one thing Ta-Kumsaw could not bear today was being a White man's companion in peace.
Alvin slept again. Taleswapper explored, but found nothing strange. Just stillness and peace. He couldn't even tell now which tree it was the fruit came from. They all looked silvery green to him now, and no matter how far he walked in any direction, he ended up no farther from Alvin than a few minutes' walk. A strange place, not a place a man could map in his mind, not a place that a man could master. Here the land gives you what it wants to give, and no more.
It was near sunset when Alvin roused again, and Taleswapper helped him to his feet.
"I'm walking like a newborn colt," said Alvin. "I feel so weak."
"You only did half the labors of Hercules in the last twenty-four hours," said Taleswapper.
"Her what?"
"Hercules. A Greek."
"I got to find Ta-Kumsaw," said Alvin. "I shouldn't have let him go, but I was so tired."
"You're White, too," said Taleswapper. "Think he'll want you with him?"
"Tenskwa-Tawa prophesied," said Alvin. "As long as I'm with him, Ta-Kumsaw won't die."
Taleswapper supported Alvin as they walked to the one place that let them approach; they climbed the gentle grassy rise between Mounds and crested the hill. They stopped and looked down. Taleswapper saw no path - just thorns, vines, bushes, brambles. "I can't get down through that. "
Alvin looked up at him, puzzled. "There's a path as plain as day."
"For you, maybe," said Taleswapper. "Not for me."
"You got in here," said Alvin.
"With Ta-Kumsaw," said Taleswapper.
"He got out."
"I'm no Red man."
"I'll lead."
Alvin started out with a 4ew bold steps, as easy as if he was on a Sunday jaunt on the commons. But to Taleswapper it looked like the briars opened wide for him and closed up tight right after. "Alvin!" he called. "Stay with me!"
Alvin came and took him by the hand. "Follow tight behind," he said.
Taleswapper tried, but still the brambles snapped back and tore at his face, cut him sore. With Alvin going before, Taleswapper could make his way, but he felt like he was being flayed from behind. Even deerskin was no match for thorns like daggers, limbs that snapped back at him like a bo'sun's lash. He could feel blood running down his arms, his back, his legs. "I can't go any more, Alvin!" said Taleswapper.
"I see him," said Alvin.
"Who?"
"Ta-Kumsaw. Wait here."
He let go of Taleswapper's hand; he was gone for a moment, and Taleswapper was alone with the brambles. He tried not to move, but even his breathing seemed to provoke more stings and stabs.
Alvin was back. He took Taleswapper by the hand. "Follow me tight. One more step."
Taleswapper steeled himself and took the step.
"Down," said Alvin.
Taleswapper obeyed Alvin's tugging and knelt, though he feared that he'd never be able to rise again through the briars that closed over his head.
Then Alvin led his hand until it touched another hand, and suddenly the brambles cleared a little, and Taleswapper could see Ta-Kumsaw lying there, blood seeping from hundreds of wounds on his nearly naked body. "He got this far alone," said Alvin.
Ta-Kumsaw opened his eyes, rage burning. "Leave me here," he whispered.
In answer, Taleswapper cradled Ta-Kumsaw's