Saturday, April 23, 2016
Read the 1st Chapter of Tony Hilling's soon to be released "The Voice of Aedistamen - Volume 6 - Leile"
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True to Banowan’s promise, his small holding in the Ma’apone Hills was the remains of a log shack set on a small, secluded plateau, cut between two wooded hills. Though it had been stoutly built, there was now twenty Seasons since anyone had lived in it. It was virtually a ruin. During the first Cycle of his exile in the Hills, Owa’en had to sleep in a rough lean-to he had constructed. He had made inquiries among the other tenants of his father’s property, styling himself as Banowan’s nephew and heir. Most were suspicious and refused to answer him. But one older man, an acquaintance of Banowan, gave him directions. The man mentioned that he had been in the army. Owa’en cringed quietly, fearing that he had been recognized. But the other said nothing, and Owa’en assumed that his beard and bedraggled state had disguised him yet again. Now fully into the cold Cycles of the Season when the weather vacillated between wet snow and freezing rain, most of the Ma’apone had left the fertile valleys in the west where they farmed for their Davarenge captors. Here in the Ma’apone Hills, they would gather root vegetables and live off the plentiful game.
Owa’en spent the first two Cycles of his exile working on the cabin; coating the roof with tree bark to staunch leaks and replacing rotting timbers. He also had to be creative in finding food. He had very quickly made a bow from strong flexible Davarenge Yew and had pleated thin dried grass and strips of sinew for a bowstring. He had been an expert with the bow, but not in making them. However, after some trial and error, the bow was serviceable, and invaluable in bringing down larger game. Later, he improved on the Yew bow by working a composite reflex bow of elk bone, wood and sinew. The final product was smaller than the previous bow but more powerful, and could even penetrate a shield of hide and wood that he had made.
After the second Cycle in the Hills, he became desperate for human company. But the other Ma’apone in the area did not seem to want him around. None came near, and they avoided him whenever possible. He assumed that they did not trust him because he had no grasp of their language. Despite his interior darkness he forced himself to continue to live beyond the cabin, and as his hunting prowess continued, he would approach some of the other shacks and trade meat for fruit and grain products. They grudgingly accepted these meetings of commerce, but refused any further social encounters. Owa’en had become a hermit.
The Voice was silent. He had tried innumerable times to reach out, to ask, beg even for a word, but there was nothing. He was alone: though, not quite. There was another voice that he had recently heard. But this voice left him agitated and anxious.
“He has abandoned you. You must accept it. You sinned and He has left you. You didn’t measure up, so He has forsaken you for someone else. Don’t you understand: you’re a failure. You are fated to fail. Accept it. Embrace it, even! You will find peace in that.”