ABSTRACT
Perching on the village pole, I saw that it was Birdwing beating the morning drum, though her hair had turned altogether white. Four naked children of various sizes came running up to Flyingbird, who had robes ready to slip over their heads so they could join the circle. Two of the children looked like the people of Flyingbird’s village - they must be Sunshine and Littlebear, I thought - but the other two were a little different. The smallest was a girl with black shiny eyes. The boy had straight black hair like ravens’ feathers, which didn’t bush out at all. Shining Eyes and Straight Hair still were well named.
