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“We are not of those who fight for fighting’s sake, nor for profit
after the manner of the mercenaries of old times. We have seen years
of war wherein thousands of men died every day.” (Kyrlos opened his
eyes at this.) “But under certain conditions we might join with you.
Will you first tell us somewhat concerning this coming war of which you
speak? Is it against the Shamans who took Aryenis captive? We gathered
from her that they are an evil people and stirrers-up of strife.”
“Yes, it is against these same Shamans. But, as you know but little of
this land, perhaps I had better first tell you somewhat of our people,
so that you may the better understand the reasons for the war. Save
the Shamans, who came here whence we know not, all the Sakae are of
the same race, and entered this country many, many hundreds of years
ago. We believe that then they were one people under one ruler. But
for centuries now we have been--according to our books--divided into
four clans known by colours. Of the origins of these names I cannot
speak. Some hold that it is from the colour of the ornaments which are
favoured by the different clans, others say it is some relic of old
pagan worship which has lost its meaning, and now remains but a name.
But these be matters of conjecture--of no great import. My clan--the
Blue Sakae--is the biggest of all, though the Green Sakae, who live
next to us, are not greatly fewer in numbers. Then there are the Red
Sakae, who live beyond them. These three are much alike in manners
and customs. The fourth clan, which is smaller than the other three,
is known as the Brown Sakae, and differs greatly. These have retained
all the old savagery of our people, are entirely pagan, and unaffected
by the civilization which--together with Christianity--was brought by
Greeks who came to this land in the beginning of the ages.
“In the centre of the Brown Sakae country, and above the gate which you
found, dwell a small people, few in numbers, but exceedingly cunning,
called the Black Shamans, keepers of the gate from the old days, great
magicians, skilled in the working of metals from the mines which abound
in the Brown Sakae country. Doctors also as you, Forsyth, but I think
of evil kind.
“From time to time there have been wars between the clans--in the main,
wars of rulers only; but never have any of the clans fought with the
Shamans nor they with us, and their country has been held sacred, so
that none of the Sakae enter it save for the yearly council of the
chiefs of all the clans, which was held there in the spring. The chief
Shaman himself attended the council meetings.
“But now for ten or twelve years a change has come over the land. The
chief Shaman has waxed greatly powerful, and exercises influence among
the other clans such as he has no right to do, save in giving advice at
the general council of the chiefs.
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