In the wake of the Midragardans’ departure, Ayenwatha’s group returned back to the four canoes where they rested up on the shore. All involved in the party helped to get the vessels shoved back into the water, though not before first loading aboard the two chests given to the group by Eirik.
The return voyage on the Little Brother required a little more exertion and time, as they had to row against the light current. The seven guests interspersed with the tribal warriors aided in the rowing, lending the Onan men a much needed, periodic respite.
For Janus, the additional activity was very welcome, though he was not conditioned for sustained rowing. It was not long before he was feeling the effects of the strain. Nevertheless, Janus hardened his resolve, and did not complain, enduring until one of the resting tribal warriors insisted on resuming.
Eventually, the quartet of vessels turned aside from the Little Brother, and continued forth up the Winding Stream.
As the late afternoon shadows grew longer, they finally reached the embankment where they had first begun their sojourn. Though all within the canoes were tired, they joined together to get the vessels lifted out of the water and hidden back amongst the thick underbrush running along the bank.
Ayenwatha then led them back from the Winding Stream, taking them onward to the Place of Far Seeing.
On their way, they came across a couple groups of women that were out foraying with cornhusk baskets, gathering nuts, roots, forest greens, and berries. The fields situated closer to the great hill still harbored a number of women tending to them, as it had on the outset of their journey.
A party of men bearing spears and nets, the latter weighed down with small stones, crossed their paths. The fishing party was also returning back to the village, in very good spirits as they had procured a fair quantity of trout and eels on their own foray.
As they all came to the base of the hill’s slope, they saw a second group of men about halfway up the incline. Janus quickly realized that it was a hunting party. They had successfully felled a couple of white-tailed deer, whose carcasses they were now bearing up to the village. Janus’ group and the fishing party proceeded up the slope in the wake of the hunters.
Entering the village, Janus saw that it was alive and teeming with activity. Children and dogs were running about and playing, while the adults in view were engaged in a variety of tasks.
The children yelled and giggled as the parties passed through the front entryway, swarming them in an instant. Janus’ eyes quickly scanned the young ones for the imaginative boy that had interacted with him in the pre-dawn hour.
His hurried search came up empty, though he was not wholly surprised. He knew that there were several youth still outside of the palisades, as well as many others that were spread amongst the numerous longhouses within the sprawling village interior.
The children ogled the trout and eel that were being carried along by the fishing party, with faces that were both curious and filled with delight.
Janus smiled at all of the youth, as Ayenwatha led his group through them towards the longhouse of the Firaken Clan. Most of the children remained around the fishers and hunters, the interests of their bellies taking precedence over the seven strangers. Janus and his companions continued into the Firaken longhouse with Ayenwatha, and they were soon gathered together within Ayenwatha’s own dwelling chamber.
Shortly thereafter, they were sitting together and enjoying a light meal of fresh trout and hominy that had been prepared for them by some of the village women. Janus was utterly famished, and had to restrain himself from simply wolfing down the portions given to him.
As they ate the light fare together, Ayenwatha began to interview the seven calmly about their various interests and desires. He probed them about the things that they enjoyed doing in their own worlds, as well as the things about their new world that were grabbing their attentions.
He listened intently to their responses. Janus was struck by the notion that the war sachem was a man with more than a passing interest in their answers.
The rectangular chests given by Eirik Atlisson were soon brought in by a few tribal warriors and opened up. Janus and the other six gathered around, angling for a good view of the contents, even as Ayenwatha began to pull some of the items forth. Eirik had shown good foresight, as there was ample clothing for seven individuals contained therein.
A series of trousers, woolen tunics, leather shoes, belts, and some linen undergarments were lifted out and distributed amongst the males in the group.
For Erika, there was a long linen chemise, a pair of knee-length cloth leggings, woolen socks, and leather shoes.
Janus was quite happy to receive the new garments, and the reactions of all seven were ones of relief and gratitude. All of their clothes had gotten extremely dirty and sweat-stained since they had arrived in the new world, and a change of attire was long overdue.
The seven spent a few moments changing into their new garments. Erika went into the adjacent, currently unoccupied dwelling chamber to gain some privacy for herself, while the males donned their new clothes right in front of Ayenwatha.
Though feeling somewhat awkward and rough against his skin, the new clothing was welcome. Janus knew that they would have to change clothing at some point, and it was far wiser to start blending in with the cultures that they would be living amongst and interacting with. If they could draw less overt attention to themselves, it was all the better.
After they had all changed into their new attire, shedding their old clothing in a heap to the side of one of the sleeping platforms, Ayenwatha took the seven back outside of the longhouse. He summoned over a few of the tribal warriors who were loitering close by.
Janus watched the others of his group tugging at and adjusting their tunics, trousers, and belts. More than one of the others was scratching at the plethora of new itches brought on by the woolen items now draped over them.
He had almost broken into laughter as he watched his companions walking gingerly in their new footwear, as if each step was fragile and fraught with peril. Admittedly, the feeling of the leather shoes was far different from what he was used to, and he wondered how could ever run at full speed over rock, woods, and soil out in the forest.
A part of him started to consider whether it might be a good idea to retain his old pair of shoes, though another part of him warned him that even that little indulgence would be enough to attract unwanted attention. For the time being, Janus determined that it would be better to strive to acclimate fully.
Kent was wearing a tablet-woven headband that had been found at the bottom of one of the chests. It looked a little out of place on Kent’s head, giving him a comical appearance.
When he was in good spirits, Kent’s face seemed always ready to break into laughter. Even the new stubble filling in abundantly around his goatee did little to stifle his youthful demeanor. His appearance in the Midragardan attire was so very different from the fierce, scarred, and bearded visages of the other men that Janus had recently seen wearing those same types of headbands. The contrast was hilarious, and it was all that Janus could do not to laugh. He bit back the grin that popped on his face before it could expand any further.
There were still a few hours left in the day, and Janus turned his thoughts to wondering as to what Ayenwatha was about. The war sachem split the seven into three groups. The reason why Ayenwatha had seemed engrossed in their responses, as they had made their personal interests known during the meal in the chamber, was then made very clear.
Ayenwatha told them that it was time for them to learn more about the world that they were now in. They were each to be allowed the chance to develop skills and knowledge according to their own path of interest, which he said would help in speeding up the overall learning acquired by their entire group.
As he made clear, they could always impart the knowledge and skills that they gained amongst each other. With the time available to all of them being so uncertain, and possibly very short, Ayenwatha had deemed it best to concentrate on raising up their collective knowledge. Hence, three groups were being formed to each absorb a different range of knowledge.
Janus immediately saw the wisdom in Ayenwatha’s decision, which only increased his already considerable respect for the stalwart war sachem.
A few of the warriors standing with Ayenwatha, particularly strong-looking men with steely expressions, then approached the largest of the three groups. Erika, Derek, Antonio, and Logan were given an assortment of weapons, including bows, short-hafted axes, and the curving, timber-carved war clubs that were common among the tribal fighters.
According to Ayenwatha’s ensuing explanation, they were to be sent into the woodlands. The foursome was to practice the art of moving with stealth through the forest, and to learn of its many inhabitants. They would also be learning of its plants, including the many that could provide food and medicine, as well as the others that poisoned and brought sickness.
The quartet would also be learning the use of the weapons that they now held in their hands.
Janus noted that there was no challenge forthcoming to Erika’s presence with them, despite the observation that none of the village’s warriors were female. Ayenwatha had accommodated her according to her expressed desires, evidently without reservation.
Kent and Mershad comprised the second division of the exiles. They were to be sent onward with a trio of elders, two women and one man, that were subsequently summoned, all three of whom Ayenwatha deferred to with great reverence.
Janus sensed a distinctly greater level of veneration given by Ayenwatha towards the two older women.
The two clan matrons and the older man would be helping Kent and Mershad to learn some of the village’s history, including much more about the foundations of the Five Realms. They would be hearing about the establishment of the Sacred Fire, the Great Law, and the Grand Council.
The two exiles would also be learning something of the tribal customs, and a little about the history of the world, at least as it was known to the tribal people. Ayenwatha indicated that they were also to learn the applications of some of the more domestic tools and skills.
The last one left was Janus, who was a little confused at being set apart by himself from the others.
During the meal with Ayenwatha, he had expressed an interest both in acquiring knowledge of the new world, as well as in the skills of survival and combat. In his eyes, he could have fit in very well with either of the two other groups.
He looked inquisitively at Ayenwatha, and was left wondering until Ayenwatha had dismissed the others to begin their orientations in the remaining hours of the day. As the others headed off with their respective mentors, Ayenwatha finally looked to Janus. The sachem took a step closer, the two of them now standing by themselves.
“You may wonder why I have kept you here, alone,” Ayenwatha stated, “And why I have not sent you with one of the other groups.”
Janus nodded slowly in agreement, wanting to read the mind of the war sachem as he had no answers himself. He did not feel any daunting worries towards the mystery, as he was confident in the good intentions of Ayenwatha, but he was nonetheless filled with curiosity.
“I sense that there is much pain in you, Janus. That I can tell without you speaking openly of it. I see a strong and good heart within you,” Ayenwatha stated with an empathic smile, the words catching Janus fully off of his guard. “You can be torn by a pain and be unable to see deeper to the power that it hides from you… a power that you can take to yourself. While you must fight through that pain alone, to find the greater source that it shields you from, others can help you to see with new eyes.”
Janus was left speechless at Ayenwatha’s words. The depth of the war sachem’s perception was without question.
Ayenwatha did not wait for Janus to answer, merely gesturing for Janus to follow him. Ayenwatha walked off at a brisk pace across the village grounds, with Janus hurrying to catch up and keep in stride.
They moved in among the greater longhouses, eventually threading their way through them towards a far corner of the village, which was on the side opposite the main entranceway. Taking up that far corner was what looked at first to be a longhouse that was about half of the length of the average family dwellings.
Instead of a covered porch area, it had a large, wide entryway. Janus caught a whiff of a distinctive, musky animal scent coming from within the gaping opening.
A couple of tribal warriors were sitting cross-legged nearby. They were occupied playing some type of game that involved a bowl and a small number of sizeable nuts. Each nut was colored half-orange and half-white, such that when they tumbled into the bowl as a group they would produce a varying distribution based upon the revealed topside colors.
The warriors, upon taking notice of Ayenwatha and Janus, immediately ceased the game and got up to their feet.
“That is a game that I have not played in awhile,” Ayenwatha remarked, looking over to Janus. “I will have to teach it to you soon, as it is one often played in the village and among the tribes.”
“Do you need steeds, Ayenwatha?” one of the warriors interjected in a low voice, a lean, young male who could not have been more than twenty years old.
“I will need two. Bring me Arax, of course,” Ayenwatha requested. He then paused for a moment, as if in careful consideration, before adding. “And the second should be Reazl.”
Janus listened to the request with increased interest. He had seen the horses within the village perimeter, though he had not yet seen anyone actually riding them. He had little experience in horse riding, but a late afternoon jaunt on horseback sounded very intriguing.
The warriors nodded to Ayenwatha, turning and striding through the opening into the structure. Their forms were quickly swallowed by the shadows of the murky interior.
“You may find what is coming through that opening to be of interest… it is something about our people that you have not yet had time to learn about,” Ayenwatha commented enigmatically, as they awaited the return of the warriors.
Janus watched the opening in growing anticipation. The moments crawled by, as Janus caught the traces of soft spoken voices and shuffling from within the structure.
The young warrior that had spoken to Ayenwatha finally emerged back into the light, leading an incredible sight at the end of a long tether. Brought into the exposing light of day, the revelation stunned Janus.
He stood awestruck and mesmerized as his eyes roved all over the incredible form now standing, living and breathing, just a few paces in front of him.
The creature that was led forth was taller than a large horse and noticeably longer of body. It had very muscular front quarters, which tapered quickly to a much narrower back and hindquarters.
The animal was covered in a blonde-brown fur, the outer hairs of which were tipped in silvery hues. Its head was large and rounded, a broad snout projecting out of a generally inward-curving face. Two rounded ears sat high on the sides of its great head, both oriented towards Janus.
Large, lustrous eyes looked out towards Janus from that massive face, as the creature stepped forward on its lean, muscular legs. Its extended limbs ended in huge, broad paws, each equipped with a stout set of blunted claws.
The characteristic that was most striking about the creature, and the one that took Janus’ breath away, were the huge wings that were now folded into its body.
The dark, leathery wings connected to its body just behind the shoulder, meeting a bulging, pronounced mass of muscles that gave ample evidence to an exceedingly powerful strength contained therein. At close proximity, Janus could see that the wings were lined with an extensive network of veins, and covered with a layer of very fine hairs.
Janus was absolutely astonished, and could not fathom what the origin of the winged, bear-like beast could possibly be.
The other warrior then led out a second creature like the first. The second beast was a little smaller in size, and had a darker brown shade of fur, with outer hairs having a more whitish tip to them.
Both of the extraordinary creatures were fitted with a very simple design of harness and saddle, the seat set just behind the base of their broad necks. The saddles were, in truth, more of a low pad-saddle, covered in bead and quill decorated hide, and set atop saddle blankets. A pair of simple, hide-covered stirrups hung down from the sides of each saddle.
His senses slowly returning back to him, Janus reflexively took a couple of steps backward, intimidated by the large, very unusual creatures. Ayenwatha put a firm hand to Janus’ back, to stop him from retreating any further.
Janus forced his eyes away from the two creatures, and saw that Ayenwatha was looking at him with a perplexed expression.
“This is a surprising sight to you?” Ayenwatha asked him. “Do you not have mounts to carry you in the lands you are from?”
Janus nodded. “Very much so. I have never seen anything like these creatures. We have horses in our world, like those I have seen in the village, but nothing that can be ridden with wings such as these.”
Ayenwatha looked almost as surprised by that disclosure as Janus did towards the emergence of the winged steeds.
“The Skiantha are not in your world? Nothing like these Brega?” Ayenwatha questioned him.
Janus shook his head. “Nothing. Only creatures of our imaginations, such as winged horses, but definitely nothing like this.”
“Winged horses? Those are not creatures of imagination in this world, but they are not in these lands,” Ayenwatha answered him. “Eirik and Gunnar have told me tales of the Twelve Sisters riding upon such steeds. I would like to see them myself someday.”
Ayenwatha became silent for a few moments, dwelling upon some inner thoughts as Janus took in the war sachem’s divulgence with even more wonderment.
“And the Brega? The Skiantha?” Janus asked Ayenwatha.
“The Skiantha… races of winged creatures large enough to carry men or women through the skies,” Ayenwatha replied. “They can be tamed and harnessed, like the Brega which are found in our lands.
“There are several Skiantha in this world. The Midragardans ride upon a kind called Fenraren, and there are said to be other kinds in other lands, like those ridden by the Elves to the north, and those ridden by the dog-faced ones in lands to the farther east.”
“Incredible…” Janus murmured, looking back to the pair of winged steeds before them. His face then took on a look of worry. “Am I ready to ride such a creature then?”
“Have you ridden horses in your world,” Ayenwatha asked him.
Janus nodded. “A few times, though I am not an expert.”
Ayenwatha regarded Janus for a moment with a serious mien, as if making a final consideration. At last, his features softened as he responded, “The Brega are very intelligent, of good demeanor, and are our friends. They have been companions and steeds for our tribes for many long years. If you have ridden in a saddle, on the back of a horse, you will be able to do this. There is nothing to fear, Janus. Just watch me, and follow what I do.”
He looked completely at ease as he strolled right up to the larger of the bearish creatures. He patted it several times on its neck, before stroking the beast affectionately along its broad muzzle. The creature amiably licked Ayenwatha along the face with a wide tongue, eliciting a light laughter from the war sachem.
The creature then lowered its head and crouched down, as Ayenwatha reached for its reins. Ayenwatha slowly mounted it, a task that appeared to Janus to be much more complicated than that involving a horse, due to the huge wings and different anatomy of the winged steed.
“Hello Arax, my loyal friend,” Ayenwatha addressed the steed exuberantly, his affinity for the beast plainly obvious in his timbre. “It has been a couple days, long both for me and you. We go to the skies today, with our new friend, Janus.”
The creature gave a low rumble as Ayenwatha leaned forward and rubbed its fur vigorously behind its right ear. With a grin, he straightened up and looked towards Janus.
“Now go to Reazl and take the reins as I did,” Ayenwatha instructed Janus, as he adjusted his position on Arax’s saddle. “Do not fear him. They do not bite without cause, and are very gentle with us.”
Janus glanced at Ayenwatha, sucked in a deep breath, let it out slowly, and took a few hesitant steps forward. His natural inclinations were still highly nervous, and a little fearful. He approached Reazl, as the warrior that had led the beast out of the byre structure handed the reins over to him.
Before Janus had time to think further on the matter, Reazl also lowered its body, and angled its head down towards the ground. The gesture gave Janus much more confidence, as he gripped the reins more firmly in his hand.
With a somewhat clumsy effort, he then pulled himself up onto the winged beast. Bracing a foot in one of the hide stirrups, he swung his other leg over to bring himself into an upright, seated position. His heart began to beat faster as the creature stood back up to its full height.
Janus looked down and back, gazing upon the wings of the creature that so fascinated and daunted him. The reality of what he and Ayenwatha were about to do began to fully dawn on him. Trepidation crept steadily into his sense of wonderment, propelling his unease.
“Now, strap yourself into the saddle, like me,” Ayenwatha instructed, drawing Janus’ attention back from its wandering.
Ayenwatha paused for a moment before proceeding, allowing Janus to watch his demonstration. The sachem tied a couple pairs of long leather straps from the back of the saddle about his waist, effectively anchoring himself into the pad-saddle with a little redundancy.
“With these pulled tight, and with your feet in the stirrups, you will be very safe,” Ayenwatha assured him. “It may feel strange at first, but you will soon get used to it. I have chosen Reazl because he is a gentle steed to a new rider. He will be a good steed for one who is on their first sky ride. He will also prove to be very restrained until you are ready to do more.”
“I sure hope so,” remarked Janus tensely. He tightened the straps in imitation of Ayenwatha, and fit his feet snugly into the leather-covered stirrup loops.
His amazement at the creature underneath him continued to give way to the stark realization that they were going to be actually flying, in mere moments. The thought was bringing a near panic up from within him. Janus had to concentrate hard to fight the disconcerting feeling back down in his mind.
He felt like he was tied down securely, but they had not left the ground just yet. His nerves were undeniably rattled, and it was not getting any better.
It must have shown clearly upon his face, for Ayenwatha was very quick to try to reassure him. “Janus, you will be safe. Do not worry, for Reazl will follow my lead upon Arax. There are just two basic ways to command them,” Ayenwatha said. “And never forget, as I have said, they are very intelligent. They will not do anything reckless that would put you in danger.
“Pulling back on the reins slows them, and digging the heels of your feet in will make Reazl go faster. Pressure to the left and right, using the reins, turns them to the side that you choose. Leaning backwards and applying firm upward pressure with your feet makes them rise, leaning far forward in your saddle and putting pressure downward with your feet makes them descend.
“We have also trained them to follow verbal commands, which are to be spoken sharp and firmly. Right, left, down, up, faster, and slower are commands that they will respond to. Know that they will not resist you, and that they will do your will. Use the physical movements if the wind is too great, or if you are going too fast to be understood.
“There are other commands to learn, but those are for another time. The other commands are for use in battle, but you must first learn to ride your steed, and be comfortable with flight, before worrying about combat.”
Janus nodded, again extremely grateful for the gift of the blue-stone pendant from the old man in the forest. Without the clear translation empowered by the amulet, he knew that he would probably have had a very difficult time pronouncing even that small number of words with any accuracy. Mispronouncing a command to a steed in the midst of flight was not something that Janus wanted to be worrying about.
“Let us go to a clearing, and let us go up into the skies, Janus!” Ayenwatha stated, palpable excitement rising up again within his voice. “Arax, slow!”
Ayenwatha turned again to Janus, just as Arax started forward. “They also follow the same commands on the ground, as you see… with the exception of a couple of obvious ones.”
“This should be quite an adventure,” Janus commented, trying to smile about the developing situation. His heart was fluttering as he mouthed his first command to a Brega, “Reazl, slow!”
Reazl started forward at a slow gait, keeping a few paces behind Arax as they moved away from the byre. Underneath him, Janus sensed the ease of balance with which the creature walked across the ground upon its large paws. The two riders and their steeds wended their way back through the longhouses, and headed out into the open clearing closer to the main village entrance.
A number of eyes were drawn towards the two riders as they made their way, some smiling as they saw the slight look of terror upon the newcomer’s face. Janus did not find their reactions so amusing, though he reminded himself that the tribal people’s mirth at his great nervousness was precisely because of the lack of danger that they perceived.
Once they were clear of the longhouses, and far out in the open ground, Ayenwatha exclaimed loudly, “Up!”
Upon his command, Arax spread its wings outward. The wingspan of the creature was very broad in proportion to the rest of its body. The Brega’s thick claws dug into the ground as it powerfully thrust its mass forward. Loping ahead and flapping its wings, the Brega quickly picked up speed. It finally coiled and sprung up vigorously, in an explosive movement.
The great wings of the Brega snapped downward with tremendous force, sustaining the creature as its body hovered in mid-air for just a second. The wings then bent and rose up in a swift movement, which was a blur to the eye, before widening again and driving downward powerfully.
Gripping the air, the creature ascended on a steep incline away from the ground. A lump forming in his throat, Janus incredulously watched the Brega as it steadily gained altitude.
A light-headed feeling came over Janus, as he knew that his moment had arrived. He swallowed hard, and took a few deep breaths. His knuckles had whitened where they clenched the reins of the creature.
He was barely able to voice the words audibly, but they somehow came out from his lips.
“Reazl, Up!”
He considered the mere utterance of those two words to be one of the braver things that he had ever done in his life.
Reazl dutifully followed the command.
Lurching forward into motion, Reazl bounded a few paces and then lunged, as its own wings spread and powered its body upward. A dizzying, disorienting rush flooded over Janus, as his steed separated itself fully from the sure footing and solidity of the ground.
A discomfiting feeling took root in the pit of his stomach, as the ground fell farther and farther away beneath him. The longhouses rapidly dwindled in size, and the villagers became minute, nondescript figures. Even the hill finally shrank away, melding gradually into the broader landscape.
Reazl kept to a steep incline, rising higher into the sky a short distance behind Arax and Ayenwatha. Janus felt an encompassing wave of light-headedness sweep over him, and he forced his eyes away from looking downward. The wind beating against his face, he concentrated solely upon the form of Arax and Ayenwatha just ahead of him.
“Slow!” called Ayenwatha. He glanced back towards Janus and nodded.
“Slow!” Janus shouted out a moment later, his heart thumping rapidly.
Arax leveled out in its path of flight, followed in turn by Reazl as the two steeds settled upon an even plane. At Ayenwatha’s guidance, they set off across the tribal lands at a modest rate of speed, several hundred feet above the ground.
As on the ground, the creatures bore their riders with a smooth and gentle grace. Their wings flapped strongly to maintain height whenever necessary, but they were mostly able to stretch out their broad appendages and glide upon the mild air currents.
Within moments, the pair of steeds had eased into a comfortable pace, bobbing and rocking lightly in the clutches of the upper air.
Janus was immediately taken in by the exhilarating sensation of flight, an elating feeling that juxtaposed sharply with his considerable fears. The fluid breezes washed against his face, as Reazl maintained the steady course.
Looking out to the far horizons, Janus felt that he was witnessing a vision of heaven itself. The beautiful blue-green sky stretched like a silken sheet in every direction. A number of cottony white clouds scudded sluggishly across the heights, gentle and pure of appearance. They brooked no threats of storms, and harmoniously complimented the bright and docile atmosphere that reigned all around them.
Now high in the sky, Janus could truly appreciate the vast expanse of forestland that sprawled out below him. He peered out towards the west, where the green continuity of the forest canopy ended abruptly. Yet to north, south, and east, the rolling hills and hosts of trees reached well beyond the limits of his vision. The hazy outlines of a few distant hills to the north loomed noticeably larger, perhaps indicating a range of small mountains in that region.
The wind continuously caressed Janus, and, as his breathing gradually calmed, he drank in the cool, fresh air, relishing the invigorating feeling as it filled his lungs to capacity.
“Janus, what do you think of flight?” Ayenwatha asked him, his head turned to look back over his shoulder as he smiled brightly towards Janus.
The question snapped Janus out of his hypnotic state, in the face of the incredible, sensational perspective now granted to him. Janus watched as Ayenwatha slowed Arax down and allowed Reazl to draw up alongside.
“This is beyond words,” Janus finally said, wholly astounded by the experience.
He felt entirely light of heart, and even a little magical. Janus was touched profoundly by hints of the kind of raw wonder known by children yet unsullied by the ravages of life’s harsher experiences. The whispers of such an immaculate sensation were instantly renewing to his sunken spirits, beckoning with glimmers of a deeper and transcending hope.
“I feel that flying allows us to see creation in a truer manner. It also lets us see how large the world really is. We see that we are a part of something tremendous and wonderful,” Ayenwatha stated reflectively, looking out serenely over the extensive, green woodlands that his people inhabited. “See how you can only see the horizon itself, but no true ending to it? Your eyes cannot see to the end of any direction that you look. I like to think this vision is like our own lives. We only see what we see in our limits, though there is so much more beyond.”
Janus wanted greatly to embrace the sachem’s heartening sentiments. Ayenwatha had a vision of forever, of unending horizons opening on to ever-new vistas. If only such a view could be rooted in truth.
Forever was the only chance that Janus would have to heal the gaping losses that his life had accumulated. It was the only chance that the losses would not be rendered permanent, and would someday be made to rights.
Carefully and willfully, Janus embraced the captivating moment, as it settled into the more cherished areas of his memory. He desired to hold the purity of that vivid moment for all of his life, at least as a sign of hope for another existence yet to come.
“I sense that you have a very good spirit, Janus,” Ayenwatha said in a low voice, repeating the sentiments that he had expressed on the ground. “I see a joy coming into you at the sight of the One Spirit’s workings, and only a good spirit is capable of such a true feeling.
Ayenwatha’s voice then took on an undercurrent of sympathy.
“I know that you have many burdens within you, and in time you may decide to share some of them with me.”
The sachem fell silent, quietly regarding Janus.
“I may do that,” Janus said at last, looking over to Ayenwatha.
For the first time, Janus saw the sachem as someone who could be a genuine friend, given enough time. His tuft of dark hair whipping about in the wind, his eyes sparkling with a youthful energy, and his face wreathed in an affable smile, Ayenwatha was a vision of a liberated, free spirit.
Ayenwatha mischievously chuckled, as if a sudden inspiration had come over him. He nodded towards Janus with a gleam in his eye. “Before we return for the night, are you ready to really see what the Brega can do?”
Before Janus could answer him, Ayenwatha vigorously cried out “Arax… Reazl… fast!”
Janus had no time to prepare. He could only react as Reazl surged forward and rapidly accelerated, furiously beating the air with its sweeping wings.
Reazl strained to keep up with Arax, and their rate of speed increased until the ground was rushing by in a blur below. The winds whipped up and beat robustly against Janus’ face as his heart leapt to his throat.
Ayenwatha peeked back over his shoulder at Janus, and laughed boisterously, in an entirely carefree manner. Janus knew that he likely had a dumbfounded look etched into his face, but the momentary shock was steadily replaced by the sheer thrill of the racing flight.
The entire experience had allowed Janus to feel an enthralling sense of childlike wonder for the first time in many long, arduous years. For that alone, he was eminently grateful to the sachem, as he previously would have believed that he had become far too numb to feel such an unsullied sense of delight ever again.
A swell of genuine excitement coursed throughout him. Janus found himself smiling again, laughing merrily at the ongoing excitement of the swift flight through the skies over the tribal lands.
The sorrows were still present within him, and the current elation was undeniably temporal. Nevertheless, Janus could not dismiss the reality that he had indeed felt an inkling of true hope. Out of the grayness, it was a flicker of the most vibrant, rich color that he had perceived in quite some time.