Solemnity filled the faces of the modest gathering seated around the hearth fire. The men were assembled in a chamber within the longhouse that displayed the image of a bear, rendered upon the facing of the bark panels suspended over the sheltered porch-entrances at each end.
Situated near to the highly prestigious, central longhouse that housed the revered Sacred Fire of the Five Realms, the Bear Clan longhouse that Deganawida dwelled within was one of the most prominent structures of the village.
The Bear Clan longhouse currently served as the main site for the meetings of the village council. It was the traditionally appropriate location, as Deganawida was the chosen headman of the Onan village called The Place of Far Seeing.
All of the main members of the village council were now present and fully attentive, as Deganawida had expected in light of the unusual, recent developments.
The eight other clan sachems looked expectantly towards Deganawida, their faces illuminated by the flames of the hearth fire. The blazing tendrils crackled steadily within the ponderous silence of the chamber.
Along with Deganawida himself, the sachems represented the nine clans that were present within the Onan Tribe; The Bear, The Wolf, The Firaken, The Beaver, the Shadow Flyers, The Tortoise, The Hawk, The Moose, and The Deer.
The venerated clan matrons of the substantial village had appointed each of the other eight sachems, just as they had appointed Deganawida. The clan matrons could similarly remove any of them, if they were ever deemed to be failing in their charge of guiding the village judiciously.
As of yet, all of the sachems present had served steadily and capably ever since their appointments. It had been quite some time since a sachem had been deposed for perceived failure in their given duty.
In addition to the sachems, the Wise Ones, the elderly men of the village, were also in attendance to give their own counsel and insights.
At first, all of the men had engaged in a sequence of chanted prayers, offering the rhythmic devotions to the One Spirit. As always, the prayers to the Sky Lord had largely centered upon simple thanksgiving, rather than the asking of any favor.
The men had then shared sacred tobacco together. They had smoked it reverently in the special, ornately carved wooden pipes, affixed with eagle feathers, that they passed carefully amongst each other.
A spirit of openness and harmony predominated within the longhouse when it finally became time to discuss the important village and tribal matters at hand. At this particular council meeting, there was one predominant issue that stood forth from all others.
Deganawida’s task, as always, was markedly different than that of the other ruling entities in the neighboring kingdom of Gallea. It was true that Deganawida carried more authority within the village in a more direct manner than he did on his seat at the Grand Council of the Five Realms. Yet his challenge was still to build consensus and wield influence, rather than issue indisputable and binding commands, as did the rulers in the western lands.
The thunderclouds of looming war were most certainly casting broad shadows upon the minds of the clan sachems and Wise Ones. The unexpected appearance of the strange foreigners had not helped matters in the least.
The presence of the foreigners had evoked thoughts of old prophecies and tales, all of which were set within a foreboding, worrisome context. If the foreigners were truly from another world, then there was likely much more to worry about than just the massing forces on the western borders of the tribal lands.
Aside from the daunting, broader implications, there also remained another underlying reality if the foreigners’ story was indeed true. Assuming that their tale was sincere, they were still seven fellow humans, vulnerable and lost within an entirely unfamiliar world.
That, more than anything else, weighed heavily upon Deganawida’s conscience as he looked out to his fellow council members.
Underneath the wampum banners, signifying the tribe itself, and referencing momentous events of their heritage, Deganawida convened the village council with a few opening words. When finished, he sat back down and waited with an attentive ear and apprehensive heart.
One by one, in the time-honored fashion, all of those wishing to speak rose up to address the council, taking a seat again when they had concluded.
The implications of this particular village council meeting were far reaching. Likely, its conclusions would reverberate all the way to the Grand Council itself. Deganawida was not the only man of the village who was also involved with the Grand Council of the Five Realms. There were three other men present who served as Pine Tree sachems for that august body. Their duties to the Grand Council included the running of messages, and acting as emissaries from time to time on behalf of the Five Realms.
Deganawida could not help but watch the faces of those three men in particular, knowing that they were listening to the discussion with some thoughts already given towards Grand Council matters. Their reactions might well give him a hint of what to expect in the times to come.
The series of speeches that ensued were quite uninhibited, as each speaker spoke frankly regarding their own perceptions and counsel. None would take offense for bluntly given comments during such an assembly. Candor was the way of the Onan, as it was for the other four tribes.
In general, the sentiments that were expressed by the litany of speakers were not particularly harsh. They tended to be ones of caution, balanced with the typical desire to show generosity towards accepted guests of the tribe.
Nearly all of the speakers expressed a concerted desire to keep the guests under close watch, as well as keeping them guarded should they venture beyond the boundaries of the village. It was clear that no man of the council felt comfortable enough to allow the seven free reign, both for their own protection as well as to address concerns of the unknown.
Their impressions of the guests themselves, for the large part, were very positive.
As a whole, the seven were being regarded in good favor, if not yet unconditionally embraced. To a man, the council members that spoke sensed that the seven’s claims of being from thoroughly foreign origins were genuine.
Furthermore, there were no troubling suspicions raised by any of the council members in their lengthy orations.
Deganawida’s hopes rose incrementally throughout the parade of speeches. He knew that Ayenwatha already felt very strongly about the seven, and Deganawida himself saw something very monumental in the abrupt appearance of the seven strangers.
Deganawida, like Ayenwatha, would abide by the consensus of the village council. Yet also like Ayenwatha, Deganawida greatly desired to have the seven harbored amongst the Onan, as their greater purpose was fathomed.
On a deeper level, he also did not want to see them sent unprepared out of the village, and left to the mercy of the wilderness. Such a thing would be far beneath what the Onan stood for, and would be a failure on many levels.
In addition, there was the very real dilemma facing the tribe of having the seven turned away, only to discover later that they were truly the ones heralded by ancient prophecy.
White Flower, the great Clan Matron of the Bear Clan who had been highly influential in Deganawida’s position in the village and Grand Council, also shared his many concerns. Before the council had taken place, Deganawida had spoken with the wizened matron, receiving encouragement and advice that had reinforced him greatly going into the meeting.
Her heavily creased face did not diminish the lively sparkle in her eyes, as she counseled Deganawida to listen to his deepest inclinations on the matter. Her passion for the well-being of her village and tribe richly emanated through her words and demeanor. She had reminded him that he had always based his own positions on what was just, and that he could never really fail in using such a measure.
White Flower never told Deganawida what he should or should not do, or what to think. Yet when he had left her presence just a short time before the council, Deganawida was certain that his heartfelt inclinations had White Flower’s full blessing.
Deganawida now brought those deep inclinations into his words when he spoke to the members of the counsel. He freely spoke about his perceptions of the seven, the timing of their appearance, the prophecies, their great vulnerabilities, and his hope that they could find haven among the Onan.
He cautioned the village council to bear in mind that whatever their origin or place in events, the guests were each living human spirits brought into being by He Who Holds the Sky. He implored them to do what was right for the seven on a human level, irrespective of their importance in larger matters.
His advocacy in their favor was strong, but when he sat back down again there still remained a few very influential speakers who had not yet had their turn.
The council meeting grew to be very long in duration, as they tended to be when everyone could speak without being limited in their address. A little anxiety danced at the edge of Deganawida’s hopes, as a few more individuals spoke in clear favor of the seven.
Deganawida knew that he was very close to achieving consensus.
Finally, at long last, one of the most respected of the clan sachems rose up to take his turn to speak. Deganawida leaned a little forward, very curious as to the thoughts and leanings of the venerable sachem.
The air was at its thickest, filled with the scents of the smoke, tobacco, and the sweaty musk of the men filling the space.
The clan sachem named Garakontie would be the last one to speak, but his words were the most momentous of the entire council. The sachem could sway consensus with just a few short sentences, something that troubled Deganawida when he knew that he was so very close to securing full agreement from the council.
Long of nose and face, Garakontie, when seen at certain angles, took on an uncanny likeness to the spirited tree dwellers for which his Shadow Flyer clan was named. Like those hardy little forest creatures, he was tenacious, and acutely sensitive in his approaches to strangers.
The Shadow Flyers rendered their judgements very quickly in the wilderness. If something was not deemed to be a threat, the little animals did not hesitate to be seen and heard, whereas a true threat caused them to vanish in a flash of an instant.
While not inclined to make much noise or vanish, Garakontie was never long in his own evaluations of strangers. As far as Deganawida could remember, the Shadow Flyer sachem had always been amazingly accurate about which strangers should be embraced, and which should be shunned. Charm, appearance, and silken words did not deceive Garakontie in the least. He was uncannily adept at getting to the underlying realities, and was never hesitant about expressing any misgivings that came to him. His counsel had been proven correct in hindsight, time and time again.
In such a light, Deganawida listened closely and attentively to Garakontie’s words.
“Deganawida, Clan Sachems, and Wise Ones, I cannot say that these are ordinary times, and I am not certain that ordinary answers can be the correct ones,” Garakontie stated solemnly. “Much is amiss in our world, at a time when we should be concerned only about the migrations of the eel and salmon, the deer hunts, the clearing of fields, the planting of crops, and matters of trade.
“The appearance of the seven strangers, I believe, is no coincidence with the events that have been unfolding. I also believe that it is no coincidence that they came into the hands of Ayenwatha’s war party, so soon after encountering the Wanderer.
“Only He Who Holds the Sky knows the pure truth, but we still must do our best to gain a clear sight of the matters facing our village, our tribe, the Five Realms, and indeed, the entire world. I cannot speak for the entire world, the Five Realms, or even our tribe, but I can say what I see within our village.
“And now, I will tell you truly what I feel.
“I observed the seven carefully at the feast. I can see no hint of the Adversary’s touch upon any of them. Not even a shadow or a hint of the Adversary’s corruption.
“You all already know that they have passed the crystal test, put to them when Ayenwatha’s war party came upon them.
“There is much to them that we do not know, but I say that they are here for a purpose of the One Spirit. I firmly believe that we must shelter and protect them from the Adversary, and from the Unifier. I believe that He Who Holds the Sky will guide us rightly in this path.”
It was one of the shorter addresses, but Deganawida could not have asked for any better support. The words of Garakontie were comforting and reinforcing to Deganawida’s own inclinations. He knew that the clan sachem wielded a great influence with the others, all of whom valued Garakontie’s great ability to fathom the underlying spirit of individuals.
Deganawida slowly arose as Garakontie concluded and took his seat once again. The village Headman was buoyed further by the looks that he now saw upon the faces of the clan sachems and Wise Ones.
It then came as no surprise when the village council fully supported providing a place of refuge and protection for the seven unusual guests.
There were a few parameters put in place, all of which Deganawida found to be very reasonable. The guests would be diligently watched and observed from a distance, and they would continue to be evaluated and measured for any ill signs. They would also be put under guard whenever going outside of the village boundary.
Most importantly, though, they would be given a true place of welcome within the Onan village. They would not be turned away expeditiously, and cast into the woods to fend for themselves.
When the meeting had been brought to a close, and the sachems and Wise Men had departed the longhouse, Deganawida was left with a tranquil and invigorating feeling of relief.
In a way, the village council had just passed a test, further justifying the confidence placed in them by the clan matrons.
They had not had their judgement blinded by the terrible pressure of the looming war. Nor had they rushed to an expedient decision in the hopes of avoiding perceived risks. They had acted reasonably, and with foresight and resolve, and for that Deganawida’s own heart was greatly uplifted.
A time of great pressure and imminent threat could easily move men from wisdom to utter recklessness, and see otherwise compassionate men become cruel and pitiless. Courage often gave way to mere self-preservation in the grip of such trying times, bringing about acts that bordered on the heartless and the barbarous.
Yet the true measure of a man, Deganawida well knew, was whether he became a monster during such a time, or still remained a man.
The storm facing all of them had not dissipated, and would only gather in strength as the hours passed, but the early signs regarding the steadfastness of the village leadership were indeed encouraging.
He could only hope that it was a harbinger for the way that the other villages, and even the Grand Council, would be in the difficult days to come.
Deganawida mused to himself in the wake of the council that a small victory had truly been achieved. He would gladly savor it as he sat within the quiet chamber, as all good moments needed to be celebrated.
Without a doubt, one truth had been established. The members of the village council for The Place of Far Seeing were still indeed men.
Section V