Now the tribe wants to hear from Odile. Wants another message of hope as the one she delivered before starts to fade in the uncertainty over Ash’s journey.
Odile has tried sending out a silent message to Ash, where ever she is, and asking for guidance.
Receiving none, she sits before the tribe now, and prepares to sing.
“Listen! Lend me, sisters, leave to sing my song,
Tribe-chest of the tales that teach our Before.
This story of the sorrows that struck our elders
A tale of wars and woes and wasting illness
That brought us, bereft, to this heartbroken life
Until one who finally faced the frightened people
And to them said, ‘Savior am I, sunlight
In all the angry darkness that wars against us.
When the time was near to weigh the future
Of the tribe’s time and temporary fortune
Ash it was who alone of all the timid tribe
Struck off, sincere in her soul’s quest
To find the fertile soil that may finally pledge
The continued creation of life for us, the concealed people.
Nay thoughts of tribulations, trials or troubles
Held her, the hero, from her hard choice
To try and travel though tired and hurt
To find a far home for her fortunate people.”
Odile pauses. She looks out over the faces of the women and the few old men who live in the settlement, assembled in the chamber to hear her.
There is a glint of something in their eyes that she has never seen before.
She knows how she must continue.
“Oh Ash, our gratitude abides for all you have done
To save the secret people in our sad world
Dim and dying in our deep home.
On your return we rely and remain in hope
That you, young traveler, using your wits
Will bring back proof of the book’s truth
In what wise haste we allow you to decide.
With such certainty we wait for your wandering to end
And you return to renew us, so, reborn,
Your tribe may travel to where you tell us.
Thus truly have I sung to the tribe this day.”
She bows her head and signals the end of her song.
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