Chapters (68)
- Title page
- Dedication
- Part I
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- GAIA YOUNG. SUBJECTIVE IMPRESSIONS.MISSION DAY 20. 20:25 MT.
- Part II
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- GAIA YOUNG. SUBJECTIVE IMPRESSIONS.MISSION DAY 22. 20:05 MT.
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- GAIA YOUNG. SUBJECTIVE IMPRESSIONS.MISSION DAY 25. 15:30 MT.
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- Forty-seven
- Forty-eight
- Forty-nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-one
- Fifty-two
- Fifty-three
- Fifty-four
- Part III
- Fifty-five
- Fifty-six
- Fifty-seven
- Fifty-eight
- Also by Chris Beckett
- Copyright page
Soon after we arrived, a guard came to bring some meat and flowercakes for Mary, and to ask her to come and meet the guard leader so he could discuss with her the messages she was going to give to the people in Veeklehouse. This had happened a couple of times before when we arrived in a new place: guard leaders wanting to discuss what the shadowspeaker was going to say in her show. After all, it was their guards that kept us safe when we were travelling round. And this time, of course, it was Leader Hunter, guard leader of Veeklehouse and Strongheart’s third son: the same one who received our buckskins and starflowers and boys when I came to live at Michael’s Place.
Mary told the guard that me and her had just arrived after travelling all waking. Would it be alright if he came back for her a bit later when she’d had a chance to wash her feet and put on another wrap? As he headed off, she glanced round at me, and seemed to see something in my face that made her uneasy.
‘I’m not here to speak for the high people,’ she told me. ‘I hope you know that, Angie. I’m here for everyone, but I do need the high people’s help and support, and if they want things from me that Mother Gela wants too, there’s no harm in helping them out. Meet me in a half waking by the Veekle Gate, and we’ll get ready for our show.’
I wondered what expression she’d seen on my face. All I’d really been thinking at that moment was that I didn’t fancy being on my own in Veeklehouse just then. It was only now she mentioned it that it struck me as interesting that the guard leaders thought they could tell the shadowspeakers what to talk about. And it was interesting too to discover that Mary imagined me watching her and judging her, when I still saw her as the teacher who knew almost everything and myself as the helper who knew hardly anything at all. I really hadn’t noticed that before. Yet now I had noticed it, I remembered a few other times when she’d glanced at me uneasily in that same way, like she thought I wouldn’t approve of what she was doing.
While Mary was busy with Leader Hunter, I walked round the trading shelters for a while, looking at the feather hats and the earrings, the wraps and rings and spears and boats. Then I went to see the Veekle, and after that, I filled in some time by watching a little group of guards and traders playing a game called toss-up that men like to play right across the Davidfolk Ground, where they all chuck trading sticks into a heap, and then throw little wooden dice to decide who gets the lot.