_Chapter the Sixteenth_ _What Arsan said about the Old Pond_ THAT day it happened that Tig found Arsan, the old man, sitting in the sun outside his hut; so he came near and the old man called him and bade him sit down. Tig had often heard people say that Arsan knew many things, so he made up his mind to ask him about the pond. “How is it that our pond has gone dry?” Tig asked. “What is it that the wise ones say?” said the old man. “They say that the water-spirits are angry and have gone away,” Tig answered; “and they have bidden my father and all the folk to offer sacrifices and to dance and sing. And all has been done as they have said; but the spirits do not come back. Will they come back, thinkest thou, grandfather?” “Nay, I do not think they will come back,” said Arsan. “Then shall we have no water to drink?” asked Tig. But Arsan answered: “Now heed and I will tell thee! ’Tis not the first time I have known the water-spirits to go away. Once before I have seen this thing happen: not here, seest thou, but in another village where I dwelt once. Oh, ’twas dire! The water dried up, and there was none for man or beast. And all that we could do availed naught--ay, though we offered sacrifice of cattle, it availed naught.” “Did the Medicine Men come then?” Tig asked. “Ay, they came.” “And what did they say?” “They said it was not enough. They called to mind a custom of our fathers that was wont to be observed of old time when the gods were angry; and they chose out a youth and slew him as a sacrifice. But it availed not; the waters did not return.” “And what did the folk do then?” Tig asked. “What did they do? Why then at last they sought counsel of the old men that had wisdom, and knew how to make a right dwelling place for the water-spirits.” “Was not our pond a right place for the water-spirits?” Tig asked. “Now listen, boy, and I will show thee. How is it with us? Do we dwell always in one place? Nay, thou knowest we do not. We shift with the cattle and go from place to place; we cannot abide in one place always. So do the spirits. It is true that after a while we come back to our village here; and so, perchance, might they return, if we should be content to wait for them; but meantime the folk and the cattle would have no water to drink. So what’s to do? Why we must make them a new home. That’s what we must do--make them a new home!” “Why don’t the Medicine Men make it?” Tig asked. “Speak not of them, boy,” said Arsan. “They know their own ways. I am an old man, but I know not the ways of them. I bethink me of the old times that are past long ago, and of what our fathers did to prepare a dwelling-place for the water-spirits.” “What did they do, grandfather?” Tig asked. “Nay, now, be content. I have said enough,” the old man answered.